THEMES (to be explored in this and/or future chapters):
Bondage, latex encasement, science fiction, artificial intelligence, chastity, orgasm denial, the risk of public humiliation, being caught, control... and probably many more as I figure out where this story is going to go.
THE SUIT -- Chapter 1
Kimmy struggled as best she could. The latex like suit holding her firmly on her knees, arms sealed together behind her back, hood covering her face, mouth filled and sealed over.
A voice in her ear, posed a question: "Are you enjoying this, Kimmy?"
Kimmy's barely audible moan was irrelevant. Her vitals and bodily reactions were being closely monitored, and that is how the artificial intelligence was collecting it's data.
"I'm glad you are. Would you like me to fill your pussy again?"
Another moan.
"Of course. How about your ass?"
Kimmy attempted to thrash about at this last question, pulling on her binds. Her inability to move made the attempt look more like a slight wiggle than anything close to an escape.
"I am fascinated by your bodies response. You pull on your binds, and yet the temperature increase around your pussy indicates that you are physically enjoying yourself."
To an outside observer, Kimmy was just a latex covered, bound body. On the inside of the suit, however, Kimmy felt the plugs as they were created from the liquid nanobots. The first felt very much like a cock slowly inflating in her pussy. The plug in her ass was so thin as it slid in, she almost didn't notice. Not until the inner portion began to grow. It inflated big enough inside her that Kimmy didn't think she would physically be able to pull it out of her virgin ass if it didn't shrink back down first. The idea of this plug locked inside her, and the control this suit had over her, turned her on even more.
The suit could tell exactly how Kimmy was reacting. It could feel exactly how much pressure to put on the plugs. It could sense the most miniscule temperature changes. It could feel her nipples pushing back as they hardened. It knew just how lubricated she was. As far as the suit could tell, this was exactly what Kimmy wanted.
Kimmy, unable to speak, was trying to wrap her head around how this could have happened. There were obviously some adjustments she would need to make so that it didn't happen again. At some point the suit was going to have to let her out and she would use the verbal safety commands that would disable the AI. Until then... it was hard to deny how turned on she was, and the suit was clearly going to continue down this road until she was physically exhausted enough that her body began reacting in a way that showed she needed her freedom. It's a minor glitch...
Kimmy's mind wandered back to how this all began.
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NINE YEARS EARLIER
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Kimmy was packing up her papers in front of the panel of professors that had just called her PHD proposal more akin to science fiction than anything feasible in their lifetime.
"Kim, please. We all admire you passion. Christ, you're 21, the youngest PhD applicant we've ever had. We can't fault you for being a little naïve and perhaps overly optimistic, but this just doesn't make sense for your PhD. Technology isn't there yet and we don't have the resources for you to make any progress with it on campus." Professor Choy, head of the department, calmly explained.
"No, I understand. You're not ready. I bet some of the tech companies out there with resources might be interested though."
Professor Black, the professor Kimmy had been working closest with, chimed in. "Kim, be reasonable. Let's work together to find a new topic for your PhD. You're on the fast track to an immensely successful career here. We just need to find something a little closer to modern technology"
"I appreciate all that you have done for me, and I understand that this feels like science fiction right now. But so did the smart phones in your pocket twenty years ago. Nothing happens without someone taking initiative." With that, Kimmy left.
Professor Black watched with growing regret, as the brightest mind he had ever known walked out of his life for the first time.
Kimmy was filled with panic and a sense of liberation as she walked out the doors to the science lab on campus for the last time. She couldn't help but realize how impulsive it had been walking out on her education, but most of the time she was teaching her profs more than they taught her anyway. She knew this idea would revolutionize the world. She couldn't wait around for everyone else to be ready, she wanted to start!
Unfortunately, as it turns out, most tech companies don't hire dropouts.
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ONE MONTH LATER
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Kimmy had pitched the project everywhere she could get a meeting. She knew it was out of the realm of possibility with current tech, but her plan and pitch were meticulous. Based on her estimations of technological advancements, if she started researching now and had the resources to begin experimentation, it would likely take twenty years. She may not have a fully working prototype in twenty years, but she would have made enough progress to know if it was going to be achievable within her lifetime. Kimmy was met with an appropriate amount of skepticism all over town. Most meetings ending when the management of the tech firms realized she was 21, far too young to have the PHD she had lied about having to get in the door. In these cases, Kimmy was escorted out of the building before she could even begin. The few times she had actually made it through her proposal always ended with the same disinterested "we'll call you."
After pleading with one of senior managers at Globosystems inc. for a real answer, Jane Willow gave one.
"Listen, I'm going to give you a little advice." Jane said candidly. "I've been where you are. You're young enough to have big dreams... but that's not how business works. You're pitching a project with a lifespan longer than mine. I can't take a risk that's going to cost this company a small fortune and will almost certainly fail. I'd likely get fired for greenlighting it and the project would be squashed shortly after. Even if that didn't happen, and on the off chance you succeed, I'm not going to be around to get the raise. Sorry kid."
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Kimmy, utterly defeated, sat on a bench outside Globosystems, listening to a voicemail from Professor Black.
"Kim, I'm sorry. I sincerely hope you'll reconsider your education. Please know that we would welcome you back any time. We don't have the resources to follow through with your proposal, but I'm certain we can find something that fits with your goals. Call me."
Kimmy was quickly realizing that the system was broken. How could she be such a wide-eyed optimist? Real technological advancements came from greed and war, not the betterment of humankind. Her project needed funding. She couldn't do it on her own and it seemed like no one was going to take her seriously because they wouldn't make money in the next five years. Maybe her best shot was finishing her PhD after all. Based on how fast she had gotten through all her schooling to date, she would probably finish in a year, and then she could really take this pitch out into the world and they would have to listen. She could handle another year in school. Professor Black was always kind to her, too. He was the youngest professor on Campus at just twenty-nine, so she had always felt a connection with him. The other professors treated him like the students treated her. People were always envious of those who had accomplished more in less time. She was on track to finish the education that took him ten years in just three, mind you, but he saw her potential in a way that the others had not. There was also a sexual tension between them that neither had ever acted on. She hadn't had much time to date with how dedicated she was to her education and her scientific passions, not to mention the fact that it would be entirely inappropriate to date your professor, but there would be worse things than spending the next year working with him again.
Kimmy's mind began to wander as she contemplated calling Professor Black. Her imagination was the source of her scientific inspirations but could also lead down some other very interesting roads. Her daydreams had always been as vivid as reality, and as Kimmy sat outside Globosystems, in her mind, she was back in school. It was a fantasy she had explored many times before. Professor Black and her working late into the night. A scientific discovery leads to a celebration. A drink or two and they wind up back to his place. Just as Kimmy begins to sober, her modesty and introverted demeanor pulling her back from pursuing any meaningful relationship, as it always had, he would take control. He would tie her down and pleasure her in ways that she had only dreamed about. He would use her for his own pleasure. He would keep her tied to the bed, unable to work, and she would be forced to explore the side of humanity that she had neglected. She would be forced to follow her sexual urges instead of dedicating all her waking hours to improving her mind.
