Part Six
ComiCon, let the robogames begin!
It was the closing weekend at a large regional Comic Convention. Paula and Maggie had arrived as early as they could be let in, pleading with the event organizers that they wanted to update their displays before opening Saturday morning. In addition to Maggie and Paula, several technicians were in the booth rigging up a new larger central monitor and the necessary computer to run it. They also had some delivery men from Paula’s company helping them move in the new displays. Paula directed them to place two of the flatbeds behind a curtained off area behind the main display booth, the objects on the flatbeds were well covered so as to conceal their contents from curious eyes. Using a powered forklift they brought in a brand new Electronic Throne display, this one without a cyborg sitting on it, although sitting would imply they could stand up. The cyborg was actually a part of the original throne currently on display. Paula had them move that throne with its attached Cyborg into the same curtained off back area. Then set up the empty Electronic Throne where it had been.
In the midst of all this movement and setting up the “Booth Babes”, Mandy and Brandi arrived. Being a pair of fit and healthy young women, they soon caused the workers to become distracted as the men kept stealing looks at them.
Paula shoo-ed the women behind the privacy curtain. “As soon as we are set up out here, I’ll help you put on your costumes,” she said quietly, so only they would hear her.
Meanwhile Maggie had cajoled the workers into finishing up and had the tent empty and sealed back up in under fifteen minutes.
“Let’s get Phil out first,” Maggie said once they were all gone. “He could use a break.”
Paula nodded in agreement then added, “Then we can each help one of the Booth Babes get dressed.”
The women went behind the privacy curtain to find Mandy and Brandi in folding chairs near the Cyborg on the Throne display, talking to each other about something, they stopped when Maggie and Paula appeared. Both of them looked up expectantly, but Mandy was the first to speak.
“So what’s next?” she asked with a smile.
“Well, first we are going to get our third Booth Babe out of his current costume.” Maggie smiled back, her smile more predatory than friendly. “Then we are going to get you all dressed in your costumes for the day.”
Paula’s smile was a little more natural as she added, “Once you are all suited up we’ll demonstrate the light guns and how the scoring works.”
Mandy asked the obvious question, “So where is this third Booth Babe?”
A sound halfway between a snort and a chuckle emerged from Brandi. “Right there.” Mandy looked over at her friend to see her pointing at the plastic Cyborg that was obviously part of the throne itself.
Mandy started to protest, “But that’s a static display, it was here when we arrived. Was he trapped there, in this tent, all week?” The color had drained from her face as she spoke.
Maggie, still with her predatory smile, told Mandy, “Yes, all week long. My sex toy has been sealed inside it, helpless to move a muscle. Teased and tormented by remote control.”
“You can’t be serious?” Mandy was still shocked. “He’d be insane after that.”
Brandi had stood up and was staring intently at the Cyborg’s head. “Oh I don’t think so, depends on the person. Some people might enjoy it.”
Paula explained to Mandy, “His health is closely monitored 24/7, and he is provided with stimulation and entertainment.”
Brandi asked Paula, “I don’t see any seams, how did you get him in there?”
Paula told Brandi, “There are seams, or there were when I printed it. But we’ve developed a new plastic that can be effectively welded together, the seams become one solid piece of plastic to the naked eye and are even stronger at the former seam structurally. Rather like a broken arm when it heals.”
Brandi nodded her head and continued to examine the cyborg. “How strong is the plastic?”
“You could hit this with a baseball bat, not only would it not break the plastic, but the person inside wouldn’t even notice,” Paula told her, obviously proud of the creation process.
“So your friend inside there couldn’t break out even if he tried?” Brandi mused out loud.
“Oh no,” Paula chuckled. “No chance at all, even with the most extreme of motivations he has not been able to so much as flex the plastic.”
Brandi, trailing a hand over the cyborg's plastic shoulders, slowly walked behind the throne and back in front again. “How extremely motivated was he?”
It was Maggie’s turn to chuckle. “Very motivated, would you like me to demonstrate…?” she asked Brandi.
Brandi smiled. “Now how would you do that?” she asked Maggie with a certain challenging tone to her voice.
Maggie laughed, “Oh I am so going to borrow you from Helen. But not today, today we are on a tight schedule.”
Paula nodded agreement with Maggie, while glancing at her smart watch. “We have to get Phil out, then into his costume. Get both the women into theirs, then test all the systems and scoring functions.”
Maggie asked Paula, “Have you emptied Phil this morning?”
Paula shook her head no.
“Okay, why don’t you wake him up and empty him before we start today's activities,” Maggie told her.
Mandy spoke up, “Empty him?”
Paula explained, “For this last week we’ve controlled every bodily function. When he pees, when he poops, and most importantly when or if he cums.”
Mandy’s eyes stared into space; “You control everything?”
Paula didn’t even look up from her phone as she was punching in commands. “Well, nearly everything, he can still blink or shut his eyes. He can still breathe on his own. There’s an on demand water system for when he’s thirsty. But pretty much everything else.”
“Okay quiet everyone…” Paula told the group, then opened the app on her phone to talk to Phil. “Good Morning Phil, time for your daily cleansing and activating now.” Paula pushed buttons on her phone. “Okay sounds off, go ahead.”
Maggie said out loud, “As soon as he’s empty, let’s start dissolving the seams.”
“Do we want to tell him what’s going on?” Paula asked her.
“Never,” Maggie exclaimed. “Always go for the surprise!”
Phil, meet Mandy and Brandi.
Paula grabbed two small spray bottles and a handful of cotton rags. She handed half the supplies to Maggie.
“The chest piece and hips come off first,” Paula reminded her, then added, “Oh, I also brought a package of baby wipes, I thought we could give him a quick wipe down after being in there for a week.”
Maggie and Paula went to work under the curious eyes of Mandy and Brandi, as spraying the solvent onto the plastic revealed the original seams. With a few more squirts and some prying, the women managed to open the chestplate and lift the hips off the rest of the display piece. Removing this large piece revealed Phil’s naked body underneath. From his collarbones to his crotch was now exposed, his head, arms, and legs were still welded under plastic to the throne.
Paula told Maggie, “Awww look, his nipples are getting hard.”
Whether it was from being exposed to open air for the first time in a week, or the slightly colder air in the tent, Maggie did indeed see Phil’s nipples starting to get hard.
Mandy leaned in and examined Phil’s now exposed torso. “So that’s the infamous Phil that Helen has been telling us about.”
“We should introduce you!” Maggie suddenly said excitedly. “Turn on the front camera and local sound for Phil, would you Paula, thanks.”
Paula stepped back and did some things on her phone, then announced, “Camera active, sounds enabled. Say hello ladies.”
Mandy stood directly in front of Phil and waved. “Hi, I’m Mandy, looking forward to actually meeting you soon.”
Brandi stood up and got very close to the throne and leaned over making sure her breasts were effectively in Phil’s “face” and said, “I’m Brandi and I’m looking forward to teasing you.” She glanced down into Phil’s lap where his cock was rising. “Oh look, it's working already.”
Mandy glanced over Brandi’s shoulder to look and commented, “Oh he’s a grower, nice.”
Brandi looked over to Maggie and Paula. “I’ve got an idea, you wanted to clean Phil up a little. How about we do it now, while he’s still mostly trapped in there?”
Paula looked at Maggie, Maggie looked at Paula. Both of them glanced at Phil’s stiffening manhood.
Paula commented, “I think Phil likes the idea.”
Maggie grabbed the package of baby wipes and handed them to Brandi. “Sure, why not, have fun.”
Brandi was wearing a leather motorcycle jacket over a white silk blouse and a tight leather mini skirt. She made a show out of taking off her jacket and placing it on the folding chair, giving Phil a nice view of her walking away from him. Mandy chuckled at Brandi’s overacting having seen it all before. Mandy glanced over at Maggie and Paula to see their reactions.
Both of them seemed to be enjoying Brandi’s show, staring like a pair of snakes at a bird they wanted to swallow. Brandi had turned back to Phil’s exposed torso and delicately plucked a baby wipe from the package.
“This might be a tad cold, Phil,” Brandi barely warned him before she swiped it across his chest, across both nipples. “You tell me when to stop, okay?”
Mandy sat back down to watch her friend torment the still mostly restrained Phil.
After the initial assault on both nipples with what had to be a cold and wet baby wipe, Brandi had seated herself on Phil’s plastic covered legs and was slowly circling his left nipple and wiping his chest muscles. Then moving on to circling his right nipple, all while her barely restrained breasts peaked out of the front of her silk blouse at Phil’s head level.
“Such perky nipples,” Brandi commented as she twisted from side to side with her wiping motions of Phil’s chest. “Just like mine.”
She kept pulling out new baby wipes from the package and slowly wiping down all of Phil’s exposed skin, working her way down to his crotch and his erect cock.
When everything but his manhood had been cleaned Maggie whispered something in Phil’s audio pickups, too quietly for anyone else to hear.
Brandi frowned and asked in a demanding tone, “What did you tell him?”
Maggie smiled at Brandi, “That he was not allowed to cum, no matter what you do.”
Brandi smiled at Maggie and chuckled, “I’ll bet you I can make him cum.”
Maggie smiled even wider. “We really don’t have much time, I’ll give you fifteen minutes to make him cum. But if you can't, you are my property next weekend.”
Brandi, still smiling, asked, “And if I win…?”
“What do you want?” Maggie asked her, amusement still in her voice.
“I am no mistress to want a plaything, but Helen will reward me greatly if I can deliver a toy to her.” Brandi paused as if she was thinking. “Give Phil to Helen as her toy for a week when I win.”
Paula let out a small gasp and Mandy also looked surprised at this turn of events.
“It’s a bet!” Maggie declared. “You have fifteen minutes, starting now!”
Phil, inside the throne Saturday morning.
Phil was awakened by Paula’s voice in his ears. “Good Morning Phil, time for your daily cleansing and activating now.” She sounded hurried or in a rush. He noticed she did not announce what day it was before turning off the microphone, like she had done every day that week. He thought about it as the automated enema flushed out his bowels, and the suction on his cock sucked away his morning pee.
He couldn’t help but think about every little variable in his world. “Was Paula tired of servicing Phil?” He was worried she was growing bored with taking care of him.
Unexpectedly an internal voice spoke up, “This unit is owned by Maggie, we are her property to do with as she wishes.”
Phil pondered where that idea had popped up from. He had always had a Dom/Sub relationship with Maggie, but he had never thought of himself as her literal property. Mentally he shook his head since he couldn’t move it physically. “What is going on in this brain of mine?” he wondered silently.
Phil waited for his day to begin, he assumed it would be more teasing and tormenting via gameplay, followed by some sort of x-rated viewing experience and a forced orgasm.
He was taken completely by surprise when the plastic shell covering his torso and hips was suddenly removed without warning. Since the cock milker had been built into the hip portion, his cock was suddenly free for the first time in at least a week. Phil attempted to stretch or flex some part of his now exposed torso, but between the molded back plate and butt piece, plus his legs, arms, and head all still sealed inside plastic, he had very little ability to move.
He was doubly surprised when the forward facing camera and the microphones that allowed him to hear the room were activated. He heard Paula say “Say hello ladies.”
Phil’s camera showed him a young-ish lady, athletic build with a nice figure standing about five feet in front of him waving and smiling. “Hi, I’m Mandy, looking forward to actually meeting you soon.”
After Mandy had said hello another young lady who could have been her twin except for hair color, pushed past her and got right up in front of Phil’s camera. Her white silk blouse was barely buttoned up enough to keep her breasts contained, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra and she leaned into the camera.
This young lady said. “I’m Brandi and I’m looking forward to teasing you.” She glanced down into Phil’s lap where his cock was rising. “Oh look, it's working already.”
Phil saw Mandy move behind and look over Brandi’s shoulder then comment, “Oh he’s a grower, nice.”
Brandi looked off camera and said to someone. “I’ve got an idea, you wanted to clean Phil up a little. How about we do it now, while he’s still mostly trapped in there?”
He heard Paula say “I think Phil likes the idea.”
Someone off camera handed the self identified Brandi a package of baby wipes. Brandi put them down on Phil’s still plastic covered thighs and then made a show of walking away from Phil back to a folding chair, then taking off a leather jacket and folding it neatly over the back. She walked back to Phil in that exaggerated way women walk when wearing a tight skirt and wearing high heels. Hips swaying, unconfined breasts shifting under the silk shirt, he could see her dark nipples poking at the sheer fabric. Having worn a silk shirt himself he knew that fabric would slide most stimulatingly across the nipples with every step. He could feel his own nipples starting to harden as he thought about silk sliding across them with every step Brandi took.
Brandi leaned over in front of the camera again and plucked out a baby wipe from the package, she held it up where Phil could see it and then, “This might be a tad cold Phil.” Brandi barely warned him before she swiped it across his chest, across both nipples. “You tell me when to stop, okay?”
Phil’s body shuddered at the cold wipe being dragged over his sensitive nipples. Phil shut his eyes and savored the sensation for a moment. Something real, not simulated.
When he opened his eyes he found that Brandi had seated herself on his plastic covered legs and was slowly circling his left nipple and wiping his chest muscles. She then moved on to circling his right nipple and chest, all while her barely restrained breasts peaked out of the front of her silk blouse at Phil’s head level.
“Such perky nipples,” Brandi commented as she twisted from side to side with her wiping motions of Phil’s chest. “Just like mine.”
The young woman kept slowly wiping down Phil’s exposed skin with the cold baby wipes and had reached the point where she would have to stop or clean his shaft and balls.
Phil heard Maggie whisper, “Phil, Robot Mode, Do not cum until ordered.” Phil wanted to cry or scream, she had said the same thing when he was watching that homemade porno Maggie & Paula had made, and knew that he would not be able to cum until Maggie ordered it.
He returned his attention to Brandi still sitting in his lap, she had a petulant look on her face and said in a demanding tone, “What did you tell him?”
Phil still couldn’t see Maggie but he heard her clearly say, “That he was not allowed to cum, no matter what you do.”
Brandi smiled. A very cat ate the canary smile, chuckled and said, “I’ll bet you I can make him cum.”
He heard Maggie respond haughtily, “We really don’t have much time, I’ll give you fifteen minutes to make him cum. But if you can't, you are my property next weekend.”
Brandi, still smiling, asked, “And if I win…?”
“What do you want?” Maggie asked her, amusement in her voice.
“I am no mistress to want a plaything, but Helen will reward me greatly if I can deliver a toy to her.” Brandi paused as if she was thinking. “Give Phil to Helen as her toy for a week when I win.”
Phil heard Maggie declare, “It’s a bet! You have fifteen minutes, starting now!”
Phil felt Brandi’s lips immediately wrap around his shaft and her right hand stroking the rest. Internally he groaned, he knew Brandi would make every effort to make him cum, he also knew it wasn’t going to work.
Phil resigned himself to being teased right up to the point of orgasm and not being able to do so.
The robotic voice from his subconscious spoke up, “Enjoy the ride, you have no other option.”
Time grows short
Meanwhile, Brandi had been working on Phil’s manhood with enthusiasm while Paula, Maggie, and Mandy watched with various degrees of interest in the outcome.
After a while Maggie turned to Mandy to ask her, “So how did you get involved in this little project of ours?"
“Helen asked me and Brandi to volunteer for it,” Mandy responded.
Paula spoke up, “So you were told to volunteer?”
Mandy smiled. “Well, not in so many words, Helen has a way of asking that encourages a yes response.”
Maggie asked, concern was clouding her face, “You are here of your own free will?”
“Oh yes,” Mandy hastened to reply. “Absolutely, I didn’t mean to imply we were coerced or anything.”
“These are very intimate costumes, with some really personal accessories,” Paula explained. “We wouldn't want to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”
“Sorry, I apparently gave you the wrong idea about Helen.” Mandy took a deep breath, then continued. “Brandi and I are both submissives and Helen is definitely a domme. So any request she makes has some of that energy behind it.”
Maggie nodded and Paula gave Mandy a knowing smile.
“When Helen explained the project to us, we both volunteered because it sounded like fun.” Mandy felt encouraged to continue, “Sealed into robot suits, to be teased and tormented sexually, all in public without anyone knowing? It pushed all our buttons, we were eager to sign up.”
Paula looked relieved. “That I can understand.”
Maggie agreed. “What about you and Brandi’s bet with Helen?”
Mandy chuckled, “The winner of the robo games gets to attend one of Helen’s garden parties as a guest. The loser gets to attend as entertainment.”
“Entertainment?” Maggie asked.
Mandy smiled broadly. “They are BDSM parties and you can imagine the type of entertainment that someone might be required to provide.”
Paula let out a small, “oh my.”
“Yes,” Mandy, still smiling, told them. “That kind of entertainment.”
Maggie grinned from ear to ear, “I’ve been talking to Helen about some things she wants for her next party. We also have a bet riding on how well you two do in the Robo Games.”
Paula looked slightly worried and another “oh my” slipped between her lips.
Maggie glanced at her smart watch, “Speaking of bets, you have five minutes left Brandi!”
Brandi never even paused her efforts, she was moving around, deep throating, hand pumping, fondling his balls, and frantically trying to get Phil to cum before time ran out.
All three were watching Brandi’s efforts growing more and more frantic as she felt time running out.
Maggie watched the time countdown until there was one minute left, then announced, “One minute Brandi!”
Then with thirty seconds left on the clock Maggie spoke in a loud clear voice, “Robot Phil, cum inside Brandi’s mouth after a ten count.”
Brandi either didn’t hear Maggie or didn’t trust her, she continued working Phil’s shaft with an all out effort.
Maggie announced “Ten!” pause, “nine!” pause, “eight!” pause, “seven!” pause, “six!” pause. “When I reach the end of this countdown Robot Phil, you will empty yourself completely inside her mouth.”
Paula and Mandy watched Brandi raptly as Maggie continued to count off numbers. “Five, Four, three, two point nine, two point seven, two point five, two point three, two, one, CUM!”
Brandi froze in place as apparently Phil did indeed cum inside her mouth. To her credit she gulped and sucked and managed to swallow most of it. But apparently a small amount managed to dribble out around her lips and trail its way down Phil’s shaft. Without being asked, Brandi licked Phil clean.
Maggie applauded. “You did it,” she announced. “With five seconds to spare.”
Paula and Mandy also applauded.
Brandi turned towards them and reached over to the baby wipes, pulling one out and wiping her face clean before responding, “We all know Maggie triggered him,” Brandi admitted to them. “I was going to lose if she didn’t.”
Maggie smiled at Brandi. “Yes, and you owe me. But technically you did make him cum before the fifteen minutes were gone, so Helen gets Phil for a week.”
Brandi looked suspiciously at Maggie, then over to Paula and Mandy sitting in their chairs. Paula shrugged, then Mandy shrugged, apparently they didn’t know why Maggie let Brandi win either.
Maggie clapped her hands, “Enough chit chat, let’s get Phil out and then into his new suit!”
Phil, inside.
Phil’s cock was rock hard, throbbing and pulsing. Brandi was very talented, if he wasn’t under Maggie’s orders not to cum he would have exploded five minutes ago.
“Cum, damnit, cum!” He thought frantically. That other voice in his head said “No, not until Maggie orders it.”
Phil managed a whimper around the gag that still filled his mouth. He watched the forward facing camera which due to how it was aimed, only occasionally allowed him to see the back of Brandi’s head rising up and then plunging back down his cock and below the camera's viewpoint. He saw Paula and the young lady who had introduced herself as Mandy sitting in folding chairs and watching Brandi work his cock. Maggie was also there, standing close by and talking to them both.
Phil couldn’t really hear them as they were out of range of the microphones placed where his ears would normally be. But he definitely heard Brandi’s efforts to make him cum and that was also driving him crazy with the desire to explode.
Maggie kept glancing at her watch and announced in a loud clear voice Phil could hear, “Speaking of bets, you have five minutes left Brandi!”
Phil whimpered again as Brandi’s efforts to make him cum seemed to go into overdrive.
He was thoroughly distracted, lost in the incredible sensations Brandi was pulling from his body when he heard Maggie announce, “One minute Brandi!”
Apparently Brandi really, really wanted to win her bet with Maggie. Phil was afraid she was going to suck his balls inside out and rub the skin off his shaft.
What seemed to be mere moments later Maggie spoke in a loud clear voice, “Robot Phil, cum inside Brandi’s mouth after a ten count.”
Was the fifteen minutes over? Why would Maggie order Phil to cum if there was still time left?
Whatever her reasoning was, Brandi continued her onslaught on his manhood.
Maggie’s voice rang out loudly “Ten!” pause, “nine!” pause, “eight!” pause, “seven!” pause, “six!” pause. “When I reach the end of this countdown Robot Phil, you will empty yourself completely inside her mouth.”
“I hear and obey” said that voice in Phil’s head.
Maggie continued to count off numbers. “Five, Four, three, two point nine, two point seven, two point five.”
Phil moaned to himself. “I knew it was too good to be true, she’s going to pad her count to make it longer than fifteen minutes!”
Maggie continued her counting. “two point three, two, one, CUM!”
Phil felt that mental switch in his brain get thrown, the gate was open, he was cumming!
“Block removed, release allowed.” Said the robotic voice that Phil wasn’t quite sure was his own.
But at this point Phil could care less why, all he knew was he was allowed to cum finally. Brandi sucked and gulped and then licked him clean.
He heard Maggie applauding. “You did it,” she announced. “With five seconds to spare.”
Paula and Mandy were also seen applauding.
Brandi turned her back to Phil and did something he couldn’t see, but then spoke clearly to all of them.
“We all know Maggie triggered him,” Brandi said firmly. “I was going to lose if she didn’t.”
Maggie smiled at Brandi. “Yes, and you owe me. But technically you did make him cum before the fifteen minutes were gone, so Helen gets Phil for a week.”
Maggie clapped her hands, “Enough chit chat, let’s get Phil out and then into his new suit!”
“Wait! Helen gets me for a week? I get out of this only to be put into something new?” Phil’s thoughts chased each other through his head.
Through the forward facing camera he watched as Paula and Maggie approached, soon after he felt his legs being exposed to fresh air. Then his hands and arms were free from the skin tight plastic that had pinned him to the throne for the last week or more. He lifted his arms and stretched his legs carefully, reveling in the sense of freedom. But his head still pinned to the throne meant he was not free yet.
He heard Maggie whisper in one ear, “Robot Phil, when we finish removing your helmet, you will stand up, step away from the throne and await further orders before you move.”
“This unit will obey Maggie’s commands.” The voice in Phil’s head responded.
Phil had a jumbled view of breasts and arms and faces moving around his head, and then suddenly for the first time in a week he could see the real world with his own eyes. Phil used his arms to push himself up and off the throne, the butt plug popped free and he gasped, having almost forgot it was in there. He took a moment to find his balance and then took a step with his right foot, then his left, and then placed them together and stood there swaying slightly.
Phil heard his own voice say, “This unit has complied, awaiting orders.”
Maggie said in a firm voice, “Robot Phil, stand with your legs apart and arms out to the sides, you will assist in the cleaning of your exterior surfaces.”
Phil felt his legs spread apart and his arms float away from his torso out to the sides.
“This unit will comply with the cleaning of the exterior surface.” Phil heard himself say.
“You heard the robot ladies, let’s clean him up,” Maggie announced and pulled a baby wipe from the package.
Phil felt the cold wipe Maggie was using go down the middle of his back as the others all grabbed wipes and worked on various parts of his body. He felt the urge to flinch or jump or shudder and yet somehow he was just standing there not moving.
Phil tried to ask a question; he thought “Maggie, what’s this Robot Mode all about?” but the words didn’t leave his lips. He thought to himself “I’ll use my arms to cover my chest”, but his arms just held their position.
Phil realized he had no control of his body currently, he couldn’t even ask about it.
All four women were wiping away and they had soon wiped clean his entire body.
Mandy announced, “All clean!” in a cheerful voice.
“I’m done,” Brandi declared.
Paula double checked everyone's efforts then commented, “Very good, now into his new suit.”
Maggie said in a loud, firm voice, “Robot Phil, follow Paula and assist her in getting you into your new costume, once in your costume await further orders from me.”
Phil heard his voice reply, “Follow the person designated as Paula, assist her in her efforts to place this unit in a new costume, once task is complete await further orders from designated owner Maggie. This will transfer control of the Phil Unit to Paula temporarily, please Confirm?”
Maggie smiled and replied, “Yes, confirming orders.”
“Complying” Phil heard himself announce.
A Mistake?
Mandy watched this byplay with great interest, then asked, “So you can command Robot Phil to do whatever you want?”
Paula gasped. “Maggie you’ve been saying Subject P’s real name!”
“But that’s how I recorded the ….” Maggie realized what had happened “...the command phrases they used to program him.”
Brandi arched an eyebrow. “So we weren’t supposed to know his name?” she smiled slyly, “Interesting.”
Mandy started to say, “But then how did Helen…” she trailed off as Brandi turned a furious look at her.
Paula blurted out, “That’s right, you’ve been calling him Phil from the very beginning. Even before Maggie issued him commands.”
Maggie nodded, “That’s right you said something about The Famous Phil you’d heard so much about.”
Paula walked up to Maggie and whispered something in her ear. Maggie sighed loudly.
“Yes, you are right, we don’t have time for this right now,” Maggie announced generally, then turned to Paula. “Go get Robot Phil into his suit. Would help make it easier?”
Paula pulled the tarp off one of the flatbeds the delivery people had placed back there.
“There’s a few intimate connections I want to do personally but if you and the girls could get his arms and legs sealed up, that would be a big help,” Paula told them as she pulled pieces apart and stacked them neatly on the flat bed.
“Sealed up sounds so permanent,” Mandy said with a giggle.
“It is,” Maggie remarked. “Permanent until one of us lets him out.”
Brandi asked Paula, “Which pieces first?”
Paula replied, “Get the gloves on his hands, followed by the forearms to the elbows, then the upper arms.” Paula pointed to the pieces as she explained. “The shoe/boot next, then the shins to the knees, upper thighs last. All these pieces lock together with overlapping joints, Maggie will show you.”
Maggie ordered them, “Brandi you do the right side, Mandy you do the left side and I’ll jump in as needed.”
Mandy and Brandi both grabbed gloves and held them up to slide onto Phil’s hands when they realized they had the opposite side's glove, they traded gloves and then slid them up Phil’s hands. The gloves had a passing resemblance to armored motorcycle gloves, but using the shiny hard chrome plastic and black silicone impregnated plastic materials. Where a motorcycle glove would have a velcro strap to tighten the glove to the wrist, these plastic gloves had a locking lever. Once the girls had the gloves in place, the levers were closed and the plastic gloves locked shut around Phil’s wrists.
Brandi was closely examining the design of the gloves, while Mandy fetched the left and right forearm pieces off the flatbed. Once they sorted out the proper left and right ones, they snapped the pieces shut over the wrist glove and covered Phil’s forearms.
Brandi commented, “Once the forearm piece locks over the wrist of the glove, you can no longer remove the glove.”
Paula nodded yes. “That is correct, actually each piece has the effect of locking the previous piece in place.”
Mandy, looking slightly flush, asked, “Are our suits designed that way too?”
“Yes.” Paula looked puzzled. “It was the most efficient design and the most secure.”
Mandy made an odd quiet sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, all while smiling broadly.
Maggie with a knowing look in her eye said, “Enough daydreaming, especially you Mandy, we need to get Phil sealed up and then you.”
Brandi chuckled and this time fetched the elbow and upper arm pieces that were next to be installed. As she handed Mandy her pieces she whispered harshly, “Get it under control girl.”
“Sealed into the suits…” Mandy half whispered, half gasped. “Doesn’t that get your motor running?”
“Yes, but try to keep it under control.” Brandi gave her friend a knowing look. “Your panties are probably already wet.”
Paula gave Maggie a wink as they pretended to not hear the conversation between Mandy and Brandi.
Paula announced as they snapped the upper arm pieces in place, “Those should stay fastened for now, let’s get his boots on.”
As Mandy and Brandi gathered the pieces of the suit, Maggie told Phil to lift his left foot and looked surprised when he did not immediately do so. She then ordered him to lift his right foot and was doubly surprised when he continued to stand still.
Paula said, “Robot Phil, lift your left foot and hold it there until your boot is on.” Immediately Phil lifted his foot several inches off the ground and balanced on his right leg.
Maggie dramatically smacked her own head. “Because I told him you were in charge until he was in his costume.”
Paula nodded her head in agreement. “You’ll have to be careful with your commands, especially ones he asks you to confirm.”
“Like genie wishes,” Mandy spoke up unexpectedly.
Maggie cocked her head to the side and asked, “Genie wishes?”
Mandy continued, “You know, you wish for a million bucks and instead of money the genie makes a million deer appear, that kind of thing.”
“Unintended consequences,” Paula said in agreement. “Might be a problem if you issue contradictory orders of some kind.”
Maggie nodded her agreement. “I’ll just have to be careful how I word things moving forward.”
“In the meantime, we are running out of time,” Maggie announced. “Time to get busy!”
Maggie showed Mandy and Brandi how the leg pieces went on and locked together, while Paula issued whatever commands were needed to reposition Phil to aid in getting him dressed. With everyone working together Phil’s arms, legs and head were completely covered in just moments and only his naked torso needed the final pieces.
“Excellent work,” Paula was pleased, then continued. “Now Brandi or Mandy help the other one put on their suit. Suit 001 fits Brandi, Suit 002 fits Mandy. All the pieces have a number inside them. But they are so close in size I recommend you only take one suit apart and dress one person at a time.”
“Flip a coin?” Brandi suggested.
Mandy bit her lip and then practically whimpered, “Do me first, please.”
“Mandy first,” Maggie decided for them, then said with an odd tone to her voice. “I’ll put your suit on you personally, Brandi.”
The robo babes get dressed.
With that decision made, Paula indicated which suit was suit 002 and Maggie and Brandi were soon pulling it apart in preparation of putting it on Mandy. Mandy meanwhile had decided to run to the restroom and use the facilities while they did that.
“Probably drying out her panties,” Brandi remarked only half under her breath. Maggie chose to ignore the catty comment and continue working.
By the time Mandy returned from her bathroom break the suit was pulled apart into separate but paired pieces ready to apply to her body.
“You don’t have to strip completely at first,” Maggie explained to her. “But you will have to strip off everything from the waist up to start.”
“In for a penny, in for a pound,” Mandy declared and started pulling everything off.
It was not very warm in the tent on the concrete convention center floor and Mandy shivered a little as she waited. Luckily with the prep work already done she didn’t have long to wait. Maggie and Brandi started with the boots and had her legs covered very quickly up to her upper thighs.
“The plastic is cold,” Mandy told them as her legs disappeared under the chrome looking shell of metallic plastic.
Maggie told her, “The plastic will warm to body temperature quickly.”
Mandy nodded her head and held out her arms for the next pieces to be applied. Once the gloves were snapped on, the rest went quickly and soon her arms and legs looked more like chrome metal than a person wearing a costume.
“Next is the helmet,” Maggie warned her. “The internal systems, voice changer, vision and hearing won’t be on until we connect the powerpack built into the chest pieces.”
Mandy nodded her head. “So deaf, dumb and blind until the power is connected.”
“That is correct,” Maggie confirmed. “Would you like any pictures? After we seal the helmet on, we won’t be able to tell if it's you.”
“Yes, please,” Mandy replied. “My phone is in my bag on the chair with my clothes.”
Maggie retrieved it and used the Face ID to unlock the phone and snap a few pictures for Mandy.
“One more thing before the helmet goes on,” Maggie said, then asked Mandy directly. “Do you consent to being a Robot Booth Babe for this weekend of ComiCon and agree to the wearing of this costume and the accessories built into it, including such things as mild shocks, sexual stimulation, vibration and potential orgasms?”
Mandy nodded her head and then said clearly, “Yes, I consent.”
“Once you are both fully sealed in the suits, there will be no external way to tell you apart,” Maggie commented.
Brandi spoke up, “The outer shells are identical?”
Paula spoke up from where she was working on getting Robot Phil finalized in his costume. “Yes, they are identical in their outer dimensions,” Paula explained. “You will be interchangeable visually.”
If Brandi had any thoughts about this, she kept them to herself.
Maggie had the two helmet pieces in her hands. “Can you hold the back piece in place Brandi?”
Brandi went behind her friend and placed the back of the helmet behind her head. “Ready,” she said.
Maggie stood in front of her and reassured Mandy, “We’ll get the power hooked up as fast as possible, just remember to breathe and don’t panic.”
The two halves of the helmet clicked together, sealing Mandy into darkness for the moment. Maggie had Brandi hold up the back of the chest piece behind Mandy, then with a slight upward motion to make sure Mandy’s breast entered the built-in cups, she pushed the chest pieces together. Once they clicked together Maggie felt around under the side edge, found a power connector and clicked it into the matching end emerging from below the right side of Mandy’s helmet.
The helmet's eyes suddenly glowed blue and everyone heard Mandy’s filtered voice exclaim, “I can see and hear again!”
“And we can hear you,” Maggie told her. “Not that it sounds much like you at the moment.”
Mandy’s new robot voice commented, “Oh I forgot about the voice changer, will this make us sound alike?”
Paula had wandered over, having finished suiting up Robot Phil.
“Yes, other than word choices and phrasing, your vocal tone will be an almost perfect match for each other,” Paula said in answer to Mandy’s question.
The Mandy robot said, “Hurry up and finish getting me suited up.” Although the words indicated impatience her monotone sounding voice gave no emotional loading to the words.
Paula lifted the front and back hip area pieces off the loading cart. She held them up one at a time in front of Robot Mandy’s eyes.
“As you can see there are built in dildoes, front and rear,” Paula explained. “They are controlled by an onboard computer that translates the other players shooting you with their light pistols into rewards and punishments.”
Paula handed the front panel to Brandi, and started applying lube to the rear dildo, she moved behind Mandy and positioned it to insert into her ass. Brandi already had the front panel positioned to insert that dildo inside her friend.
Paul said to Mandy, “I’m going to count to three and then insert the rear end, ready?”
Mandy said in her monotone voice, “Yes, ready, please.”
Paula counted it off “3-2-1, inserting.” She pushed the rear panel into place firmly and steadily until it popped into place.
Unbeknownst to Paula, Brandi had decided to insert the front panel at the same time, effectively double penetrating Mandy.
Mandy’s robot monotone gasped loudly and then let out a long moan of pleasure.
Brandi’s front panel clicked into Paula’s back panel and locked both dildoes inside Mandy.
“If that feels good, just wait till they get activated.” Brandi tapped Mandy’s chrome plastic nose playfully.
Paula exchanged looks with Maggie. Maggie gave her a knowing grin.
“Comfy Mandy, no pinching or sore spots?” Maggie asked her directly.
“Very comfortable,” Mandy’s robot voice responded. “No pain points.”
“Excellent,” Maggie said, then turned to Paula. “Lock her joints.”
Paula pressed some buttons on her phone and nodded at Maggie.
Mandy protested, “Hey, I can’t move anything!”
“That’s to keep you out of trouble,” Maggie said, smiling. “We can remotely lock all the movable joints in the suits.”
“Now you just stand there looking shiny, while we suit up Brandi,” Maggie told her.
Paula had already turned to the second robot suit on the flatbed dolly and was breaking it down into pieces.
“Ready to turn her into our second robot babe,” Paula indicated to Maggie.
Maggie turned to Brandi and ordered her “Strip.”.
Brandi arched an eyebrow but proceeded to remove all her clothes, she stood there shivering slightly but staring off into space, not meeting Maggie or Paula’s eyes.
Maggie stood directly in front of Brandi and asked her in a serious voice, “Do you consent to being a Robot Booth Babe for this weekend of ComiCon and agree to the wearing of this costume and the accessories built into it, including such things as mild shocks, sexual stimulation, vibration and potential orgasms?”
Maggie suddenly smiled and teased Brandi. “Or do you want to back out now that things are about to get serious?”
An odd look passed over Brandi’s face, she stared into Maggie’s eyes, then she nodded curtly, and said clearly, “I consent!”
Paula watched this display of Maggie asserting her dominance over Brandi, and waited till eventually Brandi broke the stare and looked over at Paula.
Brandi asked Paula, “Hands or feet first?”
Paula took pity on her and replied gently, “Let’s do the feet and legs first.”
Maggie held out her hand nearest Paula, Paula put the left boot in her hand, then moved closer with the knee and upper thigh pieces.
Maggie ordered Brandi, “Left foot, up.”
Brandi lifted her left foot and presented it to Maggie, while balancing on her right foot. Maggie slipped the built-in “sneaker” onto her foot and snapped the plastic spats around it. The spats hid the base shoe and went up most of the shin. A remote locking mechanism was built into the ankle joint, and enough of the plastic went through a channel built into the shoe that once locked it would be impossible to remove.
Maggie ordered Brandi, “Foot down.”
Paula handed Maggie the knee and upper thigh pieces, then went back to the cart to get the right foot and thigh pieces.
Maggie lined up the knee joint and upper thigh, back and front pieces to snap over and lock in place the boot and shin pieces. The knee joint bulged on the outer side to accommodate its remote locking mechanism.
Maggie mentioned as she snapped it in place “Considering the thighs are most people’s strongest muscles, this has three times the locking power the ankle joints have.”
She stood up and looked into Brandi’s eyes, “Are you still ready to be locked in and locked in place?” (interesting the double confirmation, almost suggests doubt about her willingness to continue)
Brandi stared back, her jaw set firmly and nodded yes.
“Excellent,” Maggie replied, then ordered, “Right foot, up.”
Paula was still unsure what was going on between Maggie and Brandi, but she could feel the tension between the two of them. She resolved not to ask Maggie anything until they were alone later. Instead she handed Maggie the right boot and shin pieces. Letting her dress Brandi in the robo babe costume.
Once the boot and shin pieces were in place she ordered Brandi, “Foot, down”.
With Maggie ordering Brandi every step of the way, and with Paula’s assistance, they soon had the arms and legs covered and were locking the helmet in place.
Maggie did not offer to take any pictures and Brandi must have been too proud to ask, so without a word exchanged the helmet was locked around her head. Brandi was now blind, mostly deaf and without the voice changer amplifying her voice, unable to communicate easily.
Meanwhile Paula had retrieved the front and back chest pieces and handed Maggie the front half. With Paula holding the back piece against Brandi’s spine, Maggie again without a word to Brandi, lifted the chest piece up and locked into the back plate. Paula connected the power supply built into those pieces to the helmet's connection. The robo babe’s glowing blue eyes lit up in response.
Not wanting to interfere in whatever game Maggie and Brandi were playing, but concerned with the technical aspects of the suit, Paula spoke up finally “Please confirm all systems working, visual, auditory and verbal?”
Brandi’s now robotic monotone, almost identical to Mandi's, replied, “I can see, hear and speak, thank you.”
“Is anything pinching or not fitting properly so far?” Paula asked her.
“No,” Brandi said after a brief pause. “It’s strange but it fits so perfectly it’s like I’m not wearing anything while still being fully covered.”
Maggie chose to talk next. “You will definitely notice these last pieces.”
She then turned to Paula, “Let’s get her sealed up.”
Paula kept silent and retrieved the front and back hip pieces with the built in dildoes.
Again Paula lubed up the rear intruder and positioned it in place for inserting.
“Ready,” Paula said. “On the count, 3-2-1-insert,” and pressed the rear panel firmly into Brandi’s ass. There was a moment of resistance and then it slipped home.
Maggie, only a second behind her friend, pushed the front panel inside Brandi and pressed it firmly till it locked with the rear piece.
Brandi, like Mandy couldn’t help but moan as they both entered her body at nearly the same time.
Maggie turned to Paula, “Lock her joints.”
Paula pressed a few buttons on her phone and told Maggie “locked.”
“How much time till we open the booth?” Maggie asked.
“We recovered some time with how quickly we got everyone suited up,” Paula told her. “We have about fifteen minutes to test everything.”
“Excellent,” Maggie purred. “First let’s test Mandy’s internal devices. Give her a little rear inflation and some mild front vibration.”
Paula played with her phone. “10% inflation rear, 20% vibration front.”
“Now double it for Brandi.” Maggie said.
Paula sighed, obviously Maggie was determined to “teach Brandi a lesson in who is the boss.”
“20% inflation rear, 40% vibration front,” Paula answered after some button pushing.
“Did we test Phil’s settings?” Maggie asked, looking over at the motionless robot suit containing their friend and lover Phil.
“Yes, I ran through everything before locking him down,” Paula told her.
“Is his hearing and vocals activated?” Maggie asked her.
“Yes, why?” Paula asked curiously.
“Say to him Costuming Completed,” Maggie told her.
“Phil, Costuming completed,” Paula said to him distinctly.
Robot Phil responded, “Order completed, operational control returning to designated Owner Maggie.”
“Robot Phil, return control to Phil,” Maggie said.
“Hey! What’s going on Maggie?” The robotic voice sounding slightly more human sputtered. “What the hell is Robot mode?!” Even through the voice changer Phil’s surprise came through.
“I’ll explain later when we are alone,” Maggie reassured him. “After the Robo Battle and the end of ComiCon.”
“Wait, the end of ComiCon?” Phil asked. “I thought you were leaving me sealed in the throne and returned to Fantastic Plastics as a long term experimental display?”
“Whatever gave you that idea?” Maggie inquired.
“That’s what Paula told me!” Phil sounded more than a little confused even with the voice modulator. “Also what day is today?”
“Saturday of course,” Maggie told him.
“But yesterday was Saturday!” Phil protested.
Maggie held up a hand in front of Phil’s “eyes” to pause him.
“I will explain everything after ComiCon. Paula, you and me, will all sit down and discuss things,” Maggie said in a calm voice. “But for now we have about ten minutes to get you ready for today’s events.”
Phil sighed loudly but then added, “Okay, after this weekend is over we need to have a serious talk about future plans.”
“Agreed,” Maggie told him. “Today, you get to chase these beautiful chrome robo babes around the event and shoot them with your laser pistol. When you score points on them, you get rewards. When they score points against you, they get rewarded. Whenever any of you come back to this tent you are reset to your base level and start all over again. Your points will accumulate all day long and your location at the Convention will be displayed on a “battle board” in our tent here.”
“Do you understand so far?” Maggie asked all three of them. Various sounds of agreement came from the robots.
“In addition you have QR codes embedded in the patterns on your costumes. When people take pictures of you and post them on social media you can earn points and rewards for a certain number of likes,” Maggie continued explaining. “If one of you should go viral on social media, you will be very well rewarded by your suit. At the end of ComiCon, there will be a points winner based on your performance and social media interactions.”
Phil spoke up, “What does the winner get?”
Maggie smiled, “There are various bets riding on your performances, some between participants, some between those of us watching. Of course the overall points winner will be rewarded appropriately in a manner they will enjoy.”
Phil muttered, “You don’t know.”
“In a manner,” Maggie said, staring at Phil, “The winner will enjoy!”
“Paula,” Maggie said, “Unlock the robot's joints.”
Paula pushed buttons and all of their joints unlocked and they all started moving.
“Reset all rewards and punishments to zero,” Maggie continued.
The robo babes were heard to complain as their vibrators and rear dildo were reset to zero vibration and inflation.
“Would my robots please draw their light pistols and test them?” Maggie commanded.
Phil drew his and fired it at one of the chrome robo babes. Her torso’s embedded LED lights flashed indicating a hit. She yelped as both her nipples were momentarily zapped at the same time.
“Ouch!” Mandy said and tried to rub her hands over her breasts, which only resulted in plastic on plastic noises and no relief.
Brandi had drawn her weapon and after Phil shot Mandy, she shot him in the crotch. Phil’s hip area lit up and flashed using embedded LEDs.
It was Phil’s turn to cry out “Ouch! That stings!” As his cock was zapped with minor voltage. While he was complaining Mandy had drawn her light pistol and also shot Phil, this time in his chest.
Phil cried out again, this time as both of his nipples were shocked. He promptly started shooting both women indiscriminately with his laser pistol until Paula cut it off on him and reset everyone’s points back to zero. Effectively turning off the punishments and reward functions.
Phil’s robotic voice muttered, “They started it!”
Both women protested their innocence and since they looked identical and sounded nearly identical no one could determine who was saying what.
Suddenly Maggie whistled loudly, and yelled, “Enough!”
“Paula, get in the main tent and activate the tracking and points display console,” Maggie pointed at her.
“Robots!” Maggie turned to face them. “You have five minutes to get spread out around the Convention floor. Get as far apart from each other as possible. When you are in position and the Convention opens to the public, Paula will re-activate your laser guns and the game will begin. Do you understand?”
The robots all nodded their heads and Phil was the first to push his way out the tent flaps and onto the main floor area. Mandy and Brandi wished each other luck and tried to hug each other, but their plastic covered bodies and enhanced chrome plated boobs interfered with the attempted hug.
They left the tent together and turned left and right as they exited. Searching for a safe spot to start the game.
Suddenly the loud speaker for Convention announcements called out, “Five minutes till opening, Vendors open your booths!”