Bike Suit Tease (Part 2)
"I really can't understand what you guys are thinking."
Black speaks in a tone full of disbelief.
Today, as usual, she's been brought to the same room to service the Underdog Club members.
But her appearance is markedly different from before.
Right now, she's wearing a full-body leather rider suit. The sleeves and legs are long, and the zipper running down the center is pulled all the way up to her neck, leaving almost no skin exposed.
Even so, the suit clings so tightly that it outlines every curve of her body, making her look even more erotic than if she were naked.
She'd worked late into the night at a club event yesterday, fallen asleep, and woken up dressed like this.
She'd been told not to take it off without orders, so she'd been wearing it for hours since waking up.
"We give you clothes to wear, and you complain. Isn't this better than being naked?"
"...You could have given me something else. It's hot and stuffy. And the size feels a bit small—it's so tight...."
Black mutters her complaints in a hesitant voice.
To be honest, aside from her chest, the size wasn't that bad. The material was stretchy enough that it wasn't a huge inconvenience for daily activities.
If she had to pick the real issue, it was that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, so her nipples rubbed against the lining with every movement.
And down below, the cold zipper brushed perilously close with each step, sending chills through her.
Still, it was definitely better than being naked.
Yet Black felt an inexplicable irritation. Stuffy, maybe?
She'd rather be naked than wear something like this...
Heh, she's getting frustrated.
The man from Underdog sees right through Black's expression. He knows exactly how she's feeling.
And why she's feeling so stuffy—he knows that perfectly well too.
This was just another part of their training for captive slaves.
She's gotten used to living naked, but... we've tampered with the hypnosis program. We've made it so she feels anxious if her body isn't exposed.
And conversely, when she's wearing clothes, she feels even greater shame and embarrassment than when stripping.
They'd also amplified the sense of liberation and pleasure from being naked.
With her common sense intact—that stripping in front of others is embarrassing—but feeling immense pleasure from doing it anyway... what choice would a magical girl make?
Her days would be filled with agonizing dilemmas.
"If you're always naked, the stimulation fades. From now on, we'll give you different outfits, so wear them without complaining."
"...You rotten bastards."
Either way, Black is their prisoner and slave.
She can't refuse or defy their whims.
A little stuffiness is just something she has to endure.
As Black enters, the man closes the door.
He positions her in the center of the room.
He looks her up and down in the suit, snaps a few photos, then nods in satisfaction.
Then he reaches out and gropes her breasts over the suit.
Black's ample chest pushes assertively against the fabric. It's only natural his hands go there first.
Through the thin leather, he feels the soft response clearly. He kneads them slowly with both hands, savoring the texture.
Black's lips part, a small sigh escaping. She blushes, startled, and purses her lips primly—but her trembling eyes and subtle reactions make it obvious she's feeling it from this light fondling over her clothes.
Black doesn't resist, of course.
She stands straight, not pushing him away or telling him to stop, just meekly enduring his touch.
As he kneads her breasts over the suit, he pulls her face close for a kiss. Despite herself, as his lips approach, Black's jut out automatically.
She kisses him as he wants, even extending her tongue proactively in a lewd, lascivious exchange.
Meanwhile, his hands grow stickier. Not just her breasts—he slides them slowly to her underarms, back, waist and hips, thighs and ass, stroking and fondling everywhere.
Ngh... his hands... so lewd...
Mmm... ah...
Sounds slip from Black's lips unbidden during the kiss.
Just hands gliding over her body, kneading a bit firmly—yet it feels bizarrely erotic. Part of it is how thoroughly her body has been trained, but...
The man especially emphasizes her ass, kneading it hard. Being kissed while her cheeks are gripped and squeezed—it feels so good that Black's vision blurs.
She nearly cums, but barely holds back as his mouth and hands finally pull away.
Up close, he examines her face and grins sleazily.
"Heh, you look really hot."
"...You can see that, right?"
"Yeah. I'm generous, so how about I make you a bit more comfortable now?"
He gets Black's permission to lower the zipper a little.
Without hesitation, she follows his order and pulls it down.
She's already shown everything anyway—no point being shy about bare skin now.
Ah, something... gonna cum. That stuffy feeling just whooshes away.
Just unzipping from her neck fills Black with ecstatic relief.
She's dizzy with the freshness and liberation.
Nothing underneath, so her bare chest spills out immediately. Her pale, appetizing skin glistens with sweat.
The pent-up heat and lewd female musk burst out from the parted suit.
Ngh, pheromones...!
The man inhales the scent deeply, his cock hardening.
She zips down past her breasts to just above her navel.
He spreads the open front wide, freeing her tits and nipples, wafting their obscene aroma.
Irresistibly delicious.
He presses against her, groping her liberated breasts freely, reveling in the bare skin. He rolls her long-erect nipples between his fingers, teasing them before flicking.
He licks and sucks the tips alternately, rolling them on his tongue, digging into the dips.
"Haa... ah... aa~~!! Stop... ah...!!"
Black can't maintain her composure, shaking her head wildly as she cries out in protest.
But he doesn't stop, and she doesn't push him away.
Her modified breasts and nipples—several, no, dozens of times more sensitive—melt her mind in waves of pleasure.
"Aah... aaaah...!"
The man finishes unzipping the rest himself.
Her navel, smooth lower belly, and twitching pussy leaking lewd fluids are fully exposed.
Still sucking and teasing her nipple, he slides his hand slickly over her belly and navel, then to her groin.
He slips inside the suit to grope her ass and back directly.
The sensation is utterly different from over-clothes or fully naked—something overwhelms her.
A finger plunges into her pussy, sending shivers. It stirs inside, scoops her juices, pulls out, and slicks her clit.
Then it rubs the nub relentlessly.
Black's waist goes weak instantly. But orders keep her upright.
Her legs tremble like a fawn's, but she holds herself steady.
His torment continues unabated.
It's fine. She can endure. Same as always. She's used to this modified, hypersensitive body.
"~~~~~~!"
Right after that thought, she climaxes, body shaking. She'd thought she could last longer, but her body disagreed.
In her orgasmic daze, she stumbles back.
The man catches her, supporting her.
He sits her on the sofa—but gives no respite, assaulting her even more aggressively.
Using the hypnosis program to make her nipples feel like a clit, he grinds them to orgasm. Then milks her breasts, forcing a lactation climax.
He turns her navel pussy-like, cumming her from fingering it alone. Strokes her lower belly to amplify womb pleasure, tormenting until she squirts repeatedly.
He teases her clit, finger-fucks her pussy hard. He knows all her weak spots now—his skilled fingers hit them precisely, leaving her cumming helplessly over and over.
The room echoes with Black's moans and beastly gasps of ecstasy.
She becomes his plaything, moaning as he desires, squirting fluids, reaching female climaxes in endless torment.