Part Seven
Let the games begin!
Phil was the first one out of the tent and onto the main floor of the convention. He recalled from when he was walking around last weekend in the previous version of this suit that there was a vendor with several large display figures near the main entrance. He immediately headed in that direction, knowing he could take up a position there and blend in with the other mannequins until the game started.
As he walked as rapidly as he dared in the full body costume, he worried about recent events. This “Robot Phil Mode” Maggie had activated was not something they had discussed previously. Oh sure, they had joked around about him being her obedient slave boy, unable to say no to her every whim. But that was a fantasy, now that she really could override him and make him do things without question, well, there needed to be some serious discussions after this weekend was over. Idly he wondered how extensive her control was and if anyone else could activate it. He had a lot of questions and he would want to discuss where and when she could use this new power.
Maggie did have an amazing ability of taking some of their previous fantasies and somehow making them all too real. Phil thought back to some of his other conversations with her and knew she was probably already planning how to make them real. He was both extremely grateful and more than a little afraid of what the future had in store for him. Of course, to a submissive like himself, that line of fantasy and fear was what drove his hormones to higher and higher levels. He trusted her implicitly and so far that trust had been very well rewarded with mind blowing sexual adventures.
Speaking of future events, he was apparently going to be a bet payoff for Helen for a week? Phil thought back to when he had been trapped in the golden sarcophagus at the Museum Charity event and Helen had bought the display he was inside of. He shivered at the memory, and at the same time felt his cock stir at the idea of being part of some display piece for Helen. With her money and connections it could be almost anything. He wondered what fantasy of hers he might be used to fulfill.
“Wait a minute!” Phil let his mind wander down to his cock and daydreamed a little more about his time in the golden Sarcophagus. “Damnit Paula,” he thought internally. “Or maybe it was Maggie’s idea?”
In either case this suit was not designed to let him achieve a full erection, it was like that time he was the Statue of David. It had just enough room to let him start to grow and then cruelly keep him from getting fully erect. Also, as he walked, he definitely felt some sort of intruder in his ass, every step causing his muscles to move around the solid object. No doubt it did more than just sit there, but with the de-facto chastity cage around his cock, this event would be more about tormenting Phil than allowing him to achieve any kind of relief.
Luckily Brandi had emptied him out not long ago, so he had those rather pleasant memories to enjoy. Phil winced as his cock hit its plastic limitations again, triggered by recalling the truly spectacular blowjob he had received.
“Best not think about that blowjob too much.” Phil remarked to himself. “Or I’m just doing their job of tormenting me, all by myself.”
Besides, just about then he had found the booth he was searching for, he slowed down and approached as quietly as possible. Luckily the people setting up the booth were busy doing something to one of the displays on the far side. Phil inched his way nearer using a large fiberglass Orc Warrior as a shield. He crept slowly into the booth, between an Alien of some kind and a human in powered armor. Both of them were life sized figures and he assumed a pose he could hold for a while and “froze” in place. Just another oversized plastic collectible figure on display in a booth full of them.
Phil looked out from his vantage point and thought about how he planned to play today's game of laser tag.
Mandy Meanwhile….
Mandy and Brandi left the Fantastic Plastics booth at the same time, Mandy turned left and Brandi turned right.
Mandy, after turning left, decided to just keep walking till she ran out of aisle. She marveled at the feeling of wearing the suit, here she was completely enclosed and penetrated front and rear and it was still comfortable. She had never worn anything like it before and it felt absolutely amazing. She soon noticed the faster she walked the more the sway of her hips forced her body to effectively swivel around her internal intruders, since they were hard mounted to the hip pieces. She was literally fucking herself with every step she took.
“Was it enough to push me over the edge?” She wondered to herself. “Maybe not,” she thought, “But it does feel good!”
Due to her experiments in walking faster and faster in an attempt to climax, Mandy soon ran out of walkway and was fast approaching the outer wall of the convention center. A wider hallway had been left on this side of the event and a variety of photo backgrounds hung up so attendees could take photos in costume or with friends.
Mandy saw one that was a futuristic theme, like the interior of a starship of some kind. Thinking this was an appropriate backdrop for a Chrome Robo Babe, she posed herself in front of the backdrop and slightly to one side. Like she was a prop to take a picture with.
“I could win this game just by getting my picture taken and being posted to social media!” she thought to herself.
Brandi Meanwhile…
Brandi, after turning right, soon ran into the outer wall of the Convention Center, so she took another right and followed the outside wall to the farthest back corner of the location. Here was a food stand and a large seating area with tables and chairs. In addition there were restrooms and water fountains.
“Best not to think about restrooms or how thirsty I am,” Brandi thought to herself. “It’s a long time till the lunch break and I noticed there is no practical way for us to get out of these suits on our own.”
Brandi held her plastic gloved hands up close to the “eyes” of her suit. Each finger was covered in a plastic cap that would not allow fine motor control or easily allow gripping an object like a screwdriver to pry open the seams. Plus Brandi recalled the locking lever that sealed the gloves to her wrist was actually under the forearm pieces and those pieces were under the upper arm pieces and those pieces were under the chest pieces. To get her hands free she’d need her hands out of the gloves first.
Brandi shook herself mentally, she was stuck and that was that for now. She needed to get her head in the game and score more points than Mandy, she did not want to lose the bet and have to “serve the guests” at one of Helen’s super kinky rich people’s parties. You could always hear the quote marks around “serve the guests” when Helen said it.
Helen wouldn’t make her do something she really really didn’t want to do. But by the same token Brandi knew that if she turned down too many of those kinds of events she wouldn’t get asked to them any more, and she did so enjoy most of the activities at them. It’s where she had met Mandy after all, and the two of them had hit it off like peanut butter and jelly.
“Speaking of Mandy,” Brandi thought, “I bet she is dripping wet being sealed inside her costume, this is her type of kink.”
“If I’m being honest,” Brandi continued her internal monologue, “I’m not exactly dry either. The feel of the suit touching every square inch of me and the way the dildoes move inside me as I move, and knowing I can’t get out of it until let out of it. Yeah, I’m turned on too.”
While Brandi had been thinking to herself she had continued to scan the immediate area around herself. She noticed a display a little ways off that looked promising so she headed that way.
“Robots through the ages” the banner over the display said. There was a velvet roped off area, and starting from left to right there was a “Maria” from “Metropolis”, then a “Robby the Robot” from “Forbidden Planet”, then a “B-9 Robot” famously from “Lost in Space”, then of course that famous duo “C3P0 & R2D2” from the Star Wars movies, and a light up “T-800” from the “Terminator series”.
Brandi noted that each display was on a base plate with a sign in front. But she also noticed they were spaced pretty far apart. Looking around to see if there was anyone nearby, she went behind the velvet rope and quickly pushed the newer robots slightly closer to the older ones. Hoping she had time, she wiggled everyone closer to Maria at the far end. With everyone moved over by half a foot or so, there was now room at the far end of the display for her to pose as the newest model of robot.
Just as she got into position and posed, the public address system announced “One Minute till opening, Vendors be ready!”
Back at Central Control…
Back at the Fantastic Plastics booth, Maggie and Paula had watched with interest as the icons on the map that indicated the three robots had hurried to various locations and then just as suddenly all stopped in place.
“Interesting,” Maggie remarked, pointing at the map and inviting Paula to comment.
“They must have all decided on a strategy of being in a secure place to start when the crowds enter,” Paula said after thinking for a moment.
Maggie chuckled, “I think you are right, but let’s throw them a curve ball.”
Paula smiled and wondered what new evil her friend had thought up.
“Let’s give them a very secure start, lock out their joints and disable the voice amplifiers.” Maggie gave Paula a wicked grin.
“They won’t be able to move or answer questions,” Paula told her as she called up the program on her phone.
“Exactly.” Maggie’s smile grew even more wicked somehow. “They just became living props.”
Paula pushed the required commands to the three robot suits.
Both Mandy and Brandi were trying very hard to hold still already, so they didn’t notice the difference at first.
Phil though had just decided he wanted to start with his light gun in hand, and was slowly moving his right hand to the holstered weapon hoping to get it out unnoticed by the staff in the booth who had not noticed a new “mannequin” in their display yet. His hand was resting on the pistol grip when Phil noticed he couldn’t draw the weapon. He strained his muscles, trying to move his arm even slightly and failed.
Phil tried moving his other arm, his legs, twisting his head, nothing moved. The robot suit had turned into a full body prison.
“Damnit!” He thought towards Maggie and Paula, they must have decided to start the game with all of them frozen. “I hope we are all frozen, if they just froze me that’s unfair!”
As Phil waited trapped inside his costume for the Game to really begin and the women to unfreeze him, he heard the Convention announcer declare “Welcome to ComicCon, we are open from 9am till 9pm today!”
Phil Discovered?
Phil heard a voice, “Hey Steve, is this a new one?!”
Two young men in matching polo shirts with logos on the left chest and khaki pants were suddenly in front of Phil and looking directly at him.
The slightly older looking one, presumably Steve, scratched his head and peered at Phil. “It looks familiar for some reason,” He said to the younger one.
“Do you think Management dropped it off during the week?” The younger fellow replied back.
Steve looked slightly confused and then apparently reached a decision. “Well it’s here now, give all three of them a quick wipe with a polishing rag and let’s get ready for the unwashed horde.”
Phil watched as they both passed out of his currently restricted viewpoint, until the younger one returned with a spray can and a cotton towel of some kind. His Alien friend and fellow mannequin got a quick wipe down, followed by the futuristic human soldier, Phil noticed his nose twitching at whatever he was using to polish the other displays. The booth worker was just about to spray Phil with whatever was in the spray can when a group of attendees raced into the booth and distracted the polisher.
Phil thanked his lucky stars, not sure if the polishing spray would have made him sneeze and blown his cover. He had also not been looking forward to an uncontrolled sneeze while his body was frozen in place. Not to mention potentially filling his helmet with snot and being unable to clean it.
Mandy Discovered?
Mandy was startled as a trio of costumed Convention goers suddenly set up shop right in front of her. There was a young lady in green body paint and a silver spandex outfit, and a young man in some sort of shiny silver jumpsuit and a crimson cloak. Alongside them was a person wearing a many pocketed vest and carrying a very fancy camera on a strap around his neck. The camera person also had a large wheeled case he was towing behind him.
Mandy hoped they hadn’t seen her move when they suddenly showed up and started setting up for some sort of photo shoot using the backdrop she was posed in front of. Thinking about it, Mandy didn’t think she had moved at all, frowning to herself she slowly tried to move her arm just a bit while the three people were busy setting up some light stands.
“Nothing!” Mandy thought to herself. She tried twisting her head. “Nothing again, Maggie and Paula must have locked down my suit again.”
Mandy didn’t think that had been part of the game and she wondered what other surprises the two of them had in store for their robots. Meanwhile she watched the young people in costume and their photographer friend setting up all around her.
The fellow with the camera around his neck stood directly in front of Mandy and pointed his camera at her. He said, “You didn’t tell me about this robot prop.”
The girl wandered over and replied, “That’s because it wasn’t here last week when we visited.”
“Well it’s certainly fancy, and rather well endowed,” The photographer said with a distinct leer to his voice, Mandy wasn’t sure but she thought she heard his camera click as he took pictures of her. Mandy could also see the young lady in the green body paint pout.
The costumed young lady said, “Well if you are done drooling over a fake, obviously plastic woman, maybe you could take some pictures of me and Randy now?”
Mandy almost said something to indicate there was more than one plastic enhanced woman present. But thought better of it considering she couldn’t move currently.
“Of course Erica.” The photographer whirled around and took a few candid pictures of Erica and Randy.
“Mikey you are the worst, not like that!” Erica protested. “I better not see those ones online!” She huffed.
“I’ll save those for the behind the scenes bonus content.” Mikey replied with a chuckle.
Randy on the other hand was taking a position near the backdrop and deciding on a pose. Erica joined him and with Mikey’s input from behind the camera they were soon having a photoshoot right in front of Mandy.
Brandi Discovered?
Brandi had assumed a pose near the tail end of the “Robots through the Ages” display. From the original clunky design of “Maria” from “Metropolis” to the super shiny chromed plastic costume Brandi was wearing. Brandi settled into her pose and tried to turn her head slightly to improve her viewpoint, that’s when she discovered that Maggie and or Paula had locked her suit in place.
“Great, well at least it makes holding still easier,” Brandi thought to herself.
Being at almost the farthest point away from the main entrance, Brandi had a long wait till some Convention attendees wandered by.
Eventually a couple dressed casually and carrying Convention swag bags appeared and looked at the display. They started at the far end and took pictures of each robot as they walked closer and closer to Brandi. Brandi tracked them from the edge of her vision from the beginning to the T-800 immediately to her right. She could now hear them chatting away and commenting on the Terminator robot.
Then they stopped in front of Brandi, of course they immediately noticed the lack of any signage indicating what robot she was. This started a debate between them as they started naming off movie franchises and wondering why she was unlabeled.
“I bet this one was a late edition or donation to the Convention,” the woman commented to the man.
He nodded agreement. “I just can’t seem to place what movie she was in,” the man replied.
“Post her picture to that group of nerds you belong to,” the woman told him. “Someone on there will know for sure!”
“Which group?” the man responded, “I belong to a lot of different nerd groups.”
The woman held up her phone. “Nevermind, I’ll post it to Instagram and ask everyone.” She took several pictures of Brandi’s robot suit from different angles and pushed some buttons on her phone.
“Someone will know,” she remarked to her male friend.
“The internet knows all,” he nodded and then asked, “What time is that panel you are on?”
She looked at her phone and then replied, “My panel is at 11, so we have an hour or two to wander around.”
Brandi looked at the woman closer, wondering who she was and why she’d be speaking at a ComiCon panel.
Suddenly the woman shivered.
The man asked, “Cold?”
She answered hesitantly, “No, not cold. I just got the distinct impression I was being stared at.”
“By the robots?” The man responded. “The robots in the display are staring at you?” He was obviously amused, Brandi could hear the laughter in his voice.
“I know, I know, haha!” The Woman cuffed him lightly on the shoulder with her fist. “The fake robots are staring, hardee har har.”
The man rubbed his shoulder where she had pretended to punch him and stared at Brandi in her suit. “Maybe it’s the glowing eyes on these last two that are creeping you out.”
Brandi recalled the T-800 Terminator statue next to her also had glowing eyes as well as a “power supply” that glowed in its rib cage area.
“Yes, maybe that’s it,” the Woman agreed with him. “In either case, let’s wander around and see the sights.”
As they turned to walk away, Brandi noticed the woman glanced back over her shoulder, staring right at her.
Brandi was half tempted to wave goodbye, but luckily for the woman and her sanity, Brandi was still frozen in place.
Fantastic Plastics booth.
Maggie turned to Paula and said, “Let’s give them some motivation, before we unlock the suits.”
Paula had her phone out and the command app open, then asked, “What would you like?”
“Phil only has one motivator. Why don’t we inflate all three of their rear intruders 10% and set them to vibrate at 10% power,” Maggie said after thinking about it for a minute. “Just enough to let them know we are thinking about them.”
“Very good,” Paula answered, entering commands. “Inflate and vibrate at 10%, all three butt plugs.”
“All their heart rates just jumped,” Paula notified Maggie. While she did not have the extensive bio monitoring something like Phil’s sarcophagus had in the past, even these simple robot suits could report the basics, heart rate, blood pressure and a few other statistics.
“It will be especially frustrating considering they are still locked in place,” Maggie chuckled evilly.
“When will we be turning them loose to start the game?” Paula asked.
Maggie looked around the booth, “As soon as we have a larger audience.” She winked at Paula.
“I think the website said something about us announcing the official game starting here in the tent after we open for the day,” Paula commented as she took a quick look at the website marketing had whipped up.
“Yep,” she added after reading. “Completely up to us.”
“But I suggest we decide soon,” Paula commented, as she glanced at the booth which had been steadily filling up, especially in front of the large monitor labeled “#RobotBattleCC25”.
Maggie looked around at the crowd milling in the booth, obviously waiting for the announcement.
“Okay let’s activate one of the many surprises our robots have built into their suits,” Maggie said to Paula, “and then broadcast mode to all three please.”
Paula pushed buttons on her phone as Maggie moved in front of the large monitor with the “RoboBattle” sign above it in the center of the tent. She donned a headset and activated the microphone function. Looking over at Paula before beginning, Paula gave her a thumbs up.
Maggie announced, “Hello ComiCon 25 attendees!” Her voice was repeated from various speakers scattered around the tent and the crowd quieted down in response.
“Everybody ready to have a good time?” Maggie asked in the tradition of Masters of Ceremony everywhere.
There was polite applause and a few random “whoots” from the crowd, but most people just waited quietly wondering what the supposed announcement was all about.
“We here at Fantastic Plastics have been developing new technologies, capable of making your wildest costume concepts a reality. As some of you have seen who were here last weekend, we had a volunteer walking around the Convention in one of our new suits.”
Paula had been awaiting this cue and called up footage of Phil as the Robot Cyborg moving around the convention center that someone had posted to social media.
Maggie continued, “The social media response was large and positive, so we listened and this weekend we have three volunteers in full body costumes roaming the Convention.”
There was applause and whispering, Maggie felt them slipping away and hurriedly added, “They will be engaged in a running laser tag style battle and you get to help determine the winner!”
The crowd settled down and Maggie felt them paying attention again. “In addition to the robots themselves shooting each other for points, you can pose with and post pictures of them using the #robotbattleCC25 tag to your social media. For every like or reshare you get, our robot warriors get points. The person who earns our robots the most points wins a free custom costume!”
This time genuine applause filled the tent. A free custom costume was a big prize indeed.
Maggie spoke up again, “And don’t worry if your social media reach is not the biggest, we will be drawing three names at random from all participants for other prizes!”
“So get out there, find our robots, get a picture and post it to your socials!” Maggie encouraged them.
“Also come back anytime you like and check the scoreboard to see which of our robot warriors is winning Robot Battle CC25!” Maggie finished enthusiastically. “Let the battle begin!”
Paula flipped the image on the main screen back to the default Convention Center map with the three icons indicating robot positions and a side bar where their scores would be, but currently read all zeros.
A large chunk of the crowd raced out to find the robots, realizing the sooner they posted pics the more time they had for those pictures to spread on social media and earn them points.
Maggie called out to Paula, “Release the joint locks.”
Paula pushed buttons, turning off the broadcast signal to the robots, and also releasing the joint locks holding them immobile.
Phil makes plans.
Although the inflation and vibration of the butt plug did feel nice, Phil quickly realized there was no way he could “win” today's event. The more points he scored on the robo babes, the more intense the rewards and the more frustrated his cock would become. At the same time he realized not winning the event or participating could have future consequences.
“Was my suit specifically designed so I’d throw the match?” Phil thought to himself. “I wonder who bet on who to win?”
Suddenly Phil heard white noise from the speakers built into the helmet piece. Then Maggie's announcements came through loud and clear. It was all info Phil knew already so he kept one ear open and went back to working the problem. “The more I try, the worse my own situation gets today. If I don’t try at all, no doubt there will be penalties later.”
“This has all the earmarks of a Maggie torment,” Phil thought. “Suffer now to get rewarded later is her default operating mode. I’d better play along.”
He had just reached this decision when he heard Maggie say, “Let the battle begin!” and then slightly quieter, “Release the Joint Locks.”
“Okay, play to win it is!” Phil thought but held his position for the moment. “I’ll wait a bit until the Convention attendees find my hidey hole.”
Phil had no idea that Paula had flipped the monitor back to showing the robots current positions in the Convention Center and that at least a dozen attendees were headed directly to his location.
Mandy makes plans.
Mandy listened to Maggie as she explained the rules of the game to whomever was in the tent. Meanwhile Erica and Randy, the young costumed attendees were posing for their photographer friend Mikey. Using the backdrop Mandy had posed in front of, and in a few cases using Mandy herself as a prop.
Just about the time Erica and Randy were taking a break and looking over Mikey’s shoulder at the pictures he had taken, Maggie announced, “Release the joint locks!”
Mandy slowly and carefully moved up behind the three of them. They were all staring intently at the small display screen on the back of the fancy digital camera Mikey was holding as he scrolled through the pictures. Staring so intently they did not notice Mandy in her costume was right behind them and actually looking at the pictures too.
Mikey said, “Oh this is a really good one of you both and the robot babe!”
Randy made a non-committal sound but ventured a comment, “It is a good picture of you too Erica.”
“Of course she looks good, she was molded that way!” Erica snorted.
Mandy’s robotic sounding voice spoke up behind them, “Thank you!”
All three of the young people jumped straight up in the air and landed facing Mandy. Erica let out a scream and Randy and Mikey both yelped in surprise.
“It’s Alive!” Randy said without irony pointing at Mandy, accidentally quoting the old Frankenstein movie line.
“This unit appreciates your compliments and I will inform the builder.” Mandy was laughing internally at their shocked looks and gasps of surprise.
Suddenly Mikey started laughing and could hardly catch his breath, “There was a person inside the suit the whole time!”
Erica started hitting Mikey angrily on the back and shoulders. “It’s not funny, she scared me half to death!”
“Come on Erica,” Randy was trying to block her attack on Mikey. “You have to admit it was kinda funny.”
Mandy thought it best she wandered off before the angry Erica started attacking her. Although she doubted Erica could hurt her inside the suit, she might knock her down and it could be an issue to get back up again.
Moving away from the three bickering young people, Mandy headed down the long outside corridor that would eventually take her to the event's main entrance.
Brandi makes plans.
Brandi meanwhile after listening to Maggie’s announcements, tested her ability to move but then made the decision not to move.
“I’m behind this velvet rope, flanked by a curtain behind me and the Terminator to my right,” Brandi thought to herself. “I have good visibility to see Mandy or Phil heading my way, and fans can take my picture and post it without issues.”
Having considered her options, Brandi decided staying put for now was her smartest move.
“But I need to encourage photos getting posted online, what would be the sexiest pose I could get into wearing this suit?” Brandi plotted internally. She tried out some poses she knew would normally work while wearing a bikini or other skimpy outfit. But they felt wrong in the robot costume, none of her flesh was on display after all, she needed to play up the robot babe look.
Shiny chrome tits and shiny ass. Maybe something with the gun. She recalled a book cover she had seen once upon a time. It featured a futuristic bounty hunter, she tried to recall the pose. One of those nearly impossible poses, where you can see the woman's front and back side at the same time. Brandi posed with her ass pointing towards the aisle and twisted her torso around as far as could, not quite able to rotate in the robot suit as far as she wanted. She split the difference, pointing her ass slightly to one side and twisting around far enough for her right boob to be clearly in any picture taken. She also drew her light pistol and held it down alongside her thigh, ready to shoot Brandi or Phil if they appeared suddenly.
Having achieved what she hoped was a sexy enough pose to generate some social media buzz, she held her position and waited for the fans to arrive.
Plans never survive contact with the Enemy.
Phil was keeping his eyes open hoping to spot either Mandy or Brandi approaching before they spotted him. Attendees were beginning to fill the booth Phil was hiding in, but so far no one had pointed him out yet or taken his picture. Until he was discovered he’d remain hidden among his fellow “life size action figures”.
Mandy was striding along one of the wider outside border aisleways that would eventually take her to the main entrance. Many people were taking her picture, that might have just been because of a shiny chromed robo-babe striding along and not be the contest at all. She wasn’t sure what her plans were, but she felt that a moving target was harder to hit.
Brandi was regretting her plan of posing and holding still, while the suit supported her body nicely it still took an effort to stand there doing nothing. Eventually she’d need to move at some point, even if it was only for a bio break. She still wasn’t exactly sure how that was going to happen considering the suit had been constructed around her. She sighed in frustration but stuck to her plan for now.
The Enemy Arrives.
Phil felt his armor lock up suddenly while the plug in his ass started vibrating.
“Damnit!” Phil thought, “I never even saw the girls, which one shot me in the back?” (made italic, since he is thinking to himself)
What Phil didn’t see, couldn’t see because for five seconds his armor was locked in place, was a thirty-something male putting an old school “Laser Tag” gun into his messenger bag and then casually pretending to be looking at a display deeper in the booth.
Phil moaned silently as his cock filled its plastic prison almost immediately, unfortunately it was only at half mast and only mostly hard. This day had barely even started and he was already primed to respond to any stimulation. Respond and become instantly frustrated by the costume he was sealed inside of.
The Return of George (a few days ago).
The restraining order Fantastic Plastic’s lawyers had made him agree to, kept him from approaching the factory by any closer than 500 feet under penalty of returning his generous severance package. He also had to sign a very restrictive NDA and promise to stay away from Paula and Maggie.
At first he had been very bitter at his treatment, but it had been a very large check and he was taking some time off until the money got tight. Just because he couldn’t get near his old job, it’s employees or specifically the bitch and her girlfriend that had cost him his job, didn’t mean he couldn’t do a little light cyber-stalking.
He had read with great interest Fantastic Plastic’s press announcement about sponsoring a booth at the local Comic Convention. Using a throw away Gmail address he had queried an old friend in the IT department he thought might be willing to risk talking to him. He had learned a few things, mostly his friend had come across a packing slip for some supplies that had accidentally been delivered to IT instead of the Experimental Prototyping Lab.
Considering the contents he was not surprised the delivery guy had delivered them to the IT department. There had been about two dozen “Laser” sensors, like on the vests people used to keep score in Laser Tag arenas back in the day. George had smiled to himself when his friend had sent him a picture of the packing slip. Obviously Paula had something planned using those sensors. Phil did some research online and managed to get a Laser Gun that would trigger that brand of sensor. While he was not sure what she wanted the sensors for, he now had the ability to trigger them.
George had bought weekend tickets to the Comic Convention, it was a public event and his restraining order was for the factory and offices of Fantastic Plastics, not a booth they were sponsoring.
On the morning of the first day of the Convention, George made sure the laser gun was fully charged and he had a supply of batteries in his messenger bag. He pulled on a baseball hat with a famous comic book hero's emblem, and a colorful hoody with a different hero's costume as its design. With the addition of a pair of large sunglasses, he was sure no one would casually recognize him. He drove to the event, then got in the long line to enter the Convention and when they checked his bag for contraband he explained that he was meeting a vendor who was interested in buying his “classic” laser gun. After a brief inspection by security to make sure it wasn’t dangerous he was allowed to enter.
George immediately made his way to the Fantastic Plastics booth and mingled in with the crowd to hear their “big announcement” as promised on the website. He made sure to mix in with the bulk of the crowd and keep his head down.
George had a huge grin on his face as he heard about the “Robot Battle” and the social media prizes. Before Maggie had even finished her spiel George had memorized the current positions of the “robots” and was trotting towards the closest one. Now he understood what the laser sensors were for. He was going to tilt the contest in someone’s favor and skew the contest results. It was a petty revenge, but he was a petty person and he knew if nothing else Paula and Maggie would be confused when he started tipping the scales.
He found the male “Cyborg Robot” hiding in a booth full of life size “action figures” sponsored by a famous Computer Gaming company and based on their various intellectual properties. He walked right past the costumed Cyborg, snuck his laser pistol out and shot him right between the shoulder blades. He saw several sensors flash when they registered the hit and he knew he had been successful. He slipped the laser pistol back in his bag and pretended to be looking at a display deeper in the booth.
When he was sure no one had seen him or what he had done, he just casually strolled right past his victim and out of the booth unrecognized. Now to test it on the “Robo Babes” to confirm the same sensors had been used on all the robot costume suits.
George hummed happily under his breath as he moved to the next location he had memorized. Secretly fucking with Paula’s pet project at this event was the happiest he’d been since being fired.
He had no idea what her goals were, or what she was trying to achieve, all he knew was he could throw a monkey wrench into the gears and that was good enough for George.
Back at the Booth.
“Maggie..?” Paula’s voice called out. “We may have a problem.”
Maggie excused herself from the conversation she had been having with some customers and looked over Paula’s shoulder at the game monitoring screen.
Very calmly and quietly she asked, “What issue?”
Paula matched her quiet tone before replying, “Well, according to the scoreboard ‘Larry’s Lazer Emporium & Arcade, Blue 13’ just scored one hundred points on Robo-Phil.”
Maggie glanced at Paula to see if she was joking, Paula just pointed to the screen with the scores. They were scrolling rapidly as the social media posts gained traction. But rather obviously a longer entry stuck out like a sore thumb, before it was pushed down and off the monitor.
“Who the fuck is Lazer Larry?!” Maggie said through clenched teeth.
While Maggie had been looking at the scoreboard, Paula had pulled out her phone and looked up “Larry’s Lazer Emporium” online.
Paula told her, “Apparently it was a very large Lazer Tag arena that went out of business 12 years ago.”
“That makes even less sense then,” Maggie replied with confusion obvious in her voice. “How did a defunct Laser Tag arena score points in our game, is someone hacking us?”
Paula nodded her head. “That’s one possibility, I think we should call the Fantastic Plastic security team to investigate that.
Maggie nodded her head emphatically. “Yes, but what are the other options?"
“Someone might have their own laser pistol that uses our frequency.” Paula told her. “If so, they can trigger the suit's sensors anytime they like.”
Just then both of them saw a new line start scrolling down the screen “Larry’s Lazer Emporium & Arcade, Blue 13 just scored 100 points against Robo-Babe001”
“Okay it’s official, once could have been an accident, but two times against two different players is on purpose,” Maggie said.
Paula spoke up. “I’m calling the head of company security Steve McKinnon, he gave me his direct number after all that George mess.”
Paula had the phone up to her ear waiting for Steve to pick up, meanwhile she activated the camera view of what Robo-Babe002 was seeing on her monitor.
“Maggie, see if you can see who is shooting at our robots?” Paula asked her friend.
Maggie nodded and watched through the same cameras Robo-Babe002 was using to see with.
Maggie tried to recall which of the ladies was inside Robo-Babe002 Mandy or Brandi? Whichever one it was, they were not moving, their viewpoint was down a long hall and there was a Terminator Robot just at the edge of the camera's field of view. Long moments passed and crowds of people flowed by without seemingly noticing RB-002.
“Wait….” Maggie thought to herself “That guy is acting kinda odd.”
What had caught her eye was someone in their late 20s, early 30s obviously wearing an outfit you’d expect to see on a teenager. He was a head taller than most of the people walking around him. He was wearing a very boldly patterned Spiderman hoody and a Batman logoed baseball hat, along with dark sunglasses. If the unibomber had collected comic books, this would be what he would have worn.
But what had caught her eye was the way he had spotted RB-002 and slid off to one side of the hallway to allow others to pass him by. But when a larger group passed him, he tagged along behind them until he had passed RB-002’s eyeline. Just as Maggie was reaching out to Paula to ask how to rewind the recording, the scoreboard lit up again. Larry’s Lazer had scored on RB-002. Maggie was positive that couldn’t have been a coincidence. It had to be the comic book unibomber as she had mentally tagged him.
Paula meanwhile had been explaining things to Steve, the head of Fantastic Plastics security team. He had assured her he was activating their Cyber response team and he’d know if the computers in the booth had been compromised as soon as possible. He was headed to the convention personally to investigate any other potential breaches in security and attempts to sabotage the event. He’d be there in thirty minutes or less.
Meanwhile Phil, Mandy and Brandi.
After being surprised and frozen in place without seeing his attacker, Phil decided he needed to be a moving target, and also get some of his own shots in on the girls. Waiting until there was a relatively clear path out of the booth, Phil pivoted out between the two figures he had been shielding behind. He heard some shouts and exclamations come from behind him as he strode out of the booth. Once outside the booth the Convention attendees took notice of him and swarmed around to get pictures with him. At first Phil paused and posed for pictures, but he realized he was going from one photo opportunity to the next and there was a line of people forming to get pictures with him. He’d be trapped here all day if he allowed it.
Mandy had been frozen mid-stride as she walked down the corridor and it was her good luck that both of her feet were touching the ground at the time. Once the temporary freezing had timed out, she quickly looked around expecting to see either Brandi or Phil walking away. Unexpectedly all she saw was Convention goers busily taking her picture on their cellphones. Braver ones crowded around her attempting to get her in their selfies. Ignoring them all, she walked rapidly to the nearest cross corridor and turned back in the direction of the Fantastic Plastics booth. Between the sudden unexpected freezing in place and the crowds of teenagers attempting to get pictures with her, she felt like she was going to be knocked over at any moment. While she had been excited to wear the suit and especially to feel its effect on her body, getting knocked over genuinely scared her. She needed to get back to the booth and tell them what was happening.
Brandy had felt her suit lock up around her body and wondered how Phil or Mandy had managed to sneak into range without her noticing them. In any case she decided it didn’t really matter, one of them had discovered her hiding spot and that was more than enough to convince her to start moving again. Waiting until there was no one directly around her she slowly turned away from the Terminator figure and slipped out from behind the red velvet rope. Several people nearby whipped out their cellphones and immediately started recording as the display “came alive” and walked off down the corridor.
Back at the booth.
“All three of our robots are in motion,” Paula told Maggie as she monitored their camera feeds.
Maggie waved a hand indicating she had heard Paula, but she was currently showing several people in the booth how they could scale up and scale down designs to fit any body type.
As Paula monitored the three robots she noticed that they were all stopped again, Paula called up each one's camera feeds and split her screen so she could see what they were seeing. The first thing she noticed was all three had massive crowds around them. To the point where they were being nearly manhandled into position for pictures with con attendees.
“Damn” Paula thought as she watched them being roughly jostled by eager fans. “We should have anticipated this.”
Glancing over to Maggie who was still running the booth by herself as Paula monitored things.
“We need more people.” Paula reached that conclusion immediately. “They need escorts and handlers for the crowds.”
She pulled out her cell and called Steve the company Security officer.
“Have you left the offices yet?” Paula asked when he picked up.
Steve replied, “Yes, I’m already in line to enter the Convention. Luckily I was able to buy a membership on site.”
Paula explained the problem to Steve, then added, “I think our best bet is to bring them back to the booth for now, until we can get some staff here.”
“It sounds like you are extremely short staffed for the scale of this event,” Steve agreed with her.
“We certainly didn’t expect the robot costumes to generate this kind of overwhelming response,” Paula commented.
“Let me get through security and I’ll be there as soon as I can and we’ll make plans,” Steve told Paula.
Paula agreed and hung up her phone, then started worrying about Phil and the Robo-Babes.
She activated a function on her computer and spoke directly to the robot costumes.
“Hi Phil, Mandy, and Brandi, this is Paula. I am watching what is happening to you live through the cameras,” Paula explained. “We are working on corrective steps, try to make your way back to the booth if you can.”
Watching her monitors she saw Phil apparently shake his head side to side and hold his hands up in a “stop” signal and then push off through the crowd. Mandy had never stopped moving, which worked well for her, people would trot alongside for selfies, but she just kept moving. Brandi apparently was still trying to win the contest using social media posts. Not only could Paula see her stopping whenever anyone asked, but Brandi was putting her hands on them, and waving others over.
Paula sighed, at least Phil and Mandy were moving in the correct direction. Maybe Steve could go fetch Brandi once he arrived.
Maggie finished up with the customers and wandered over to check with Paula about the status of the Robots.
After discussing things with Paula, Maggie suggested, “Let’s hang a closed for lunch sign up.”
“Just close it down?” Paula asked, surprised by her suggestion.
“Sure,” Maggie replied. “It’s our contest, let’s get everyone in the booth and figure out next steps.”
“Steve suggested roughly the same plan,” Paula confirmed.
“Great minds think alike,” Maggie grinned. “When will he get here?”
Paula glanced at her watch in habit. “Any minute, he’s in line for security and entrance.”
Maggie nodded her head positively “Good, in the meantime though let’s take away our unknown third party’s ability to affect our robot friends. You can disable the laser tag functions remotely?”
“Easily, turning off the laser tag game….now,” Paula said as she typed away on her laptop.
“I’ll rig up a -Gone to lunch- sign,” Maggie said and rooted around in the back area for supplies.
“You know it’s only been 30 minutes since the convention opened right?” Paula remarked, worried that things had fallen apart so fast.
“Okay so not out to lunch.” Maggie had found a large marker pen and a piece of blank cardboard. “How about ‘taking a break, be back in 15’, and we just take as long as we need?”
“Makes more sense than a lunch break at 9:35 am,” Paula confirmed.
Maggie quickly block printed in large letters her sign and moved to hang it up outside the entrance while herding visitors out of the booth, explaining they needed to temporarily reset some things and they’d reopen soon. “Don’t worry, we’ll be right back!” she cheerily told people.
The Cavalry arrives.
Paula was still monitoring Phil’s, Mandy’s and Brandi’s progress at returning to the tent when Steve arrived and made his way to her directly.
Maggie nodded at him as he passed by and told him, “I bookmarked some digital footage, I think it might be our human monkey wrench.”
Steve sat down next to Paula and asked, “How are our robot friends doing?”
“Phil is making good progress, he will be here soon.” Paula pointed to his icon on the screen, overlaid on a map of the Convention space. “Mandy is slightly slower but she’s not stopping for anything or anyone at this point.”
“And the last one…?” Steve asked, searching the screen for a third robot icon.
“Brandi,” Paula supplied. “She’s taking her time and taking lots of pictures with fans. I don’t think she realizes the danger.”
Steve nodded his head then told Paula. “I’ll head out and escort her back. Hopefully the others will be here by the time I get back, don’t let them leave till we can make plans.”
“Let her know I’m on my way,” Steve told Paula as he quickly memorized Brandi’s current location and trotted out of the booth headed her way.
Paula opened a channel to RB-2 and told Brandi to expect Steve to escort her back to the booth.
Maggie had finished chasing all the visitors out of the tent and hung the “closed” sign in the entrance. She occupied the seat Steve had just vacated next to Paula.
Paula could tell Maggie was upset. “You okay?”
Maggie let out a long and deep sigh. “Just sad our contest isn’t going well.”
Paula nodded her agreement then commented, “On the bright side, look at the social media interaction numbers. The website visits have been off the chart ever since we opened this morning. There’s footage and pics of the RoboBabes and Phil on every social media platform.”
Maggie pulled out her phone and found the Fantastic Plastic robot costumes were trending everywhere. “That’s good, not a total loss at least.”
Just then Mandy slipped inside the booth, looked around and spotted Paula and Maggie then headed their way.
“Overheating, need water,” Mandy told them as she approached.
Maggie and Paula immediately started pulling pieces of the costume apart, unlike Phil’s costume the Robobabes had only been firmly snapped together. The plastic weld solution used to seal Phil into his suit had not been applied to theirs. They had Mandy’s torso and head free and clear in minutes. Paula fetched a water bottle while Maggie draped a towel over her now naked torso.
“How’s that?” Maggie asked. “Feeling better?”
Mandy nodded her head as she sipped cold water. “Much better, walking in the suits is fine, but trotting really warmed me up.”
Paula realized that the chrome finish on the Robobabes suits must have sealed off the porous structure of the normal plastic that allowed air flow.
Mandy looked at Paula and then Maggie and back again. “So something went wrong? Where are Brandi and Phil?”
As if summoned by her question Phil made his way into the booth just then. Seeing everyone in the back area he moved towards them quickly.
Phil commented as he approached, “Well that was exciting, I thought they were going to knock me over at any moment!”
Paula glanced at her laptop and confirmed Brandi was moving again and that both Mandy’s and Phil’s icons were properly displaying as in the booth.
Maggie had called up the footage of the person she suspected had been shooting the robots with a laser pistol. She threw it up on the big main monitor and asked, “Did either of you notice this guy hanging around near you?”
The short digital recording of him walking and hiding behind some people played on repeat. Mandy watched from her seat but Phil, still in his robot suit and using cameras to see with, moved closer to get a better view.
Phil spoke up. “I think he was hanging out in the booth I was trying to hide in. I recall he looked kinda nervous and out of place, uncomfortable even.”
Maggie had moved next to Phil and asked, “Any idea who it was?”
Phil shook his head slowly. “Not a clue, he just acted odd is the only reason I noticed him. Seen one twenty-something in Comic Book branded clothing, seen them all.”
Brandi and Steve arrived and joined Phil and Maggie at the big screen. They all watched the footage looping a few times.
Maggie told them, “I think this is our saboteur with the laser pistol.”
Brandi, still in her suit, commented, “Never saw him, or if I did he didn’t register.”
Steve, looking thoughtful, said, “There’s something familiar about this guy, maybe his build or the way he moves, but something is ringing a bell.”
Paula called out from the back, “Hey let’s get Brandi out of her suit and she can take a break while we plan our next moves.”
As Maggie, Brandi, Phil and Steve all moved into the back area, they noticed Mandy sitting in a folding chair and no longer in her robo babe suit, drinking some water.
Brandi promptly sat down in another chair and held out her arms, obviously wanting out of her suit too.
Maggie shooed Phil and Steve back into the front area, while Paula started removing Brandi’s suit.
“Now they are shy?” Phil asked rhetorically.
“Mind your own business Robot Phil,” Maggie told him. “Or do I have to make that an order?”
Phil waved his hands and hastily added, “I’ll just wait out here with Steve, no need to make it an order.”
Once Maggie had returned to the back area to help Paula remove Brandi’s suit, Steve spoke up. “Don’t you think you are taking the Robot thing a little too far?”
Phil turned his entire body to look at Steve. “How much do you know about these suits Steve?”
“They are 3-D printed, custom fitted to the wearer using a full body scan, and a lot of specialized computer manipulation to make it work,” Steve replied.
“And…?” Phil asked curiously.
“And… what?” Steve replied with a hint of impatience.
“Just curious how much you have been filled in on the materials, after all everyone has 3-D printers nowadays. It is the unique and proprietary nature of the plastics that makes these suits and the entire Fantastic Plastics line of products so unusual.” Phil shifted mental gears and replied easily, covering for his earlier mistake of assuming Steve was part of the kinky inner circle.
“I didn’t realize the type of plastics used was the real trade secret.” Steve nodded his head and continued. “But that doesn’t explain the whole treating you like a robot and ordering you around.”
Phil chuckled and then replied, “It’s almost impossible to get out of one of these suits on your own Steve, so if I want to see my dick any time soon, let’s just say I’m willing to play along with Maggie’s orders.”
Steve snorted at Phil’s reply. “The suit can’t be that difficult to get out of?”
“It might not be from the outside, but it would definitely be difficult from the inside.” Phil held up one of his plastic gloved hands and hoped Steve would drop the subject, before Phil had to admit the suit was welded shut around his body and only Paula had the solvent needed to let him out again.
Phil wasn’t sure how widespread the knowledge of Paula and Maggie’s kinky experimentation had spread. Phil wasn’t about to be the one who told Steve what was going on behind the scenes.
Steve remarked after looking at Phil’s hand, “I can see where your fine motor skills are limited by the design.”
“Exactly,” Phil agreed. “So you can see why I’d need some help getting it off.”
Steve nodded his head then asked, “What about bathroom needs and hydration?”
“Let’s just say this suit is as loaded as an astronaut's spacesuit with features, bathroom and hydration needs can be met without removing any of the suit.” Phil hoped his reply would satisfy Steve’s obvious curiosity.
“How about…” Steve started to ask and Phil cut him off as gently as he could.
“What are we going to do about the sabotage of our event?” Phil spoke over Steve’s next question. Hoping to change the subject from the plastic robot costume and its many features.
Steve took the bait and outlined a few of his ideas for how to continue with the event safely.
Maggie stuck her head out of the back area. “Phil, can we see you for a few minutes? Steve if you’ll look at the big screen I’ll stream some digital footage we captured of our suspected saboteur.”
Phil moved to the back and Steve moved closer to the big central monitor that had been set up for visitors to watch the Robo games and the scores. Maggie signaled to Paula to start the footage that they had recorded from Brandi’s camera.
As Paula looped the footage for Steve to review, Maggie escorted Phil to the Cyborg throne he had spent most of the previous week attached to and trapped on. She had Phil stand still as she released a few hidden catches and disguised ports opened up. She pulled a hose and an attachment off the throne and plugged it into Phil’s crotch in front.
Maggie spoke slowly and distinctly to Phil “Activating Robot Phil mode, robot Phil hold still until I command you to move, also relieve your bladder now.”
Phil felt his mind shift gears and his own voice reply to Maggie, “This unit will obey.”
“Fuck!” Phil thought to himself. “We are going to have to have a serious talk about this robot mode.”
Meanwhile Phil felt his bladder release as the suit and the attachment from the throne applied suction to remove his urine and store it somewhere inside. While that was happening Maggie pulled a piece of tubing from the side of the throne near the top and plugged it into a fitting on his helmet.
Maggie explained to Phil, “Robot Phil, that is a water line, if you are thirsty drink as much as you need.”
Maggie left Robot Phil and moved next to Paula. “Let’s go talk to Steve.”
Paula stood up and picked up her laptop, then looked over to where Mandy and Brandi were relaxing in chairs, armor half off, covered with towels and sipping bottles of water.
“You ladies okay for now, need anything else?” Paula asked them.
Mandy waved a hand in her general direction, “Much better, thanks.”
Brandi added “We’ll be fine, go take care of business.”
“Will Phil be okay like that?” Mandy commented before they left.
Maggie answered, “He’ll be fine, you won’t even know he’s there.”
Plans are made.
“So what did you think of the recording?” Maggie asked Steve as she and Paula joined him in the main tent area. The digital footage was still playing on a loop on the main screen.
“Something about that fellow did look not only suspicious but vaguely familiar,” Steve told them.
“Familiar?” Paula asked Steve as she stared intently at the screen.
Maggie glanced at it again and nodded her head. “Yeah I thought so too when I saw the way he was acting.”
Paula was doing something on her laptop, freezing the image and then expanding the image of the suspect.
Steve was watching the results as they were mirrored on the big screen.
“That nose….” He trailed off, snapped his fingers and blurted out.
“George!” Both Steve and Paula exclaimed at the same time on both sides of Maggie.
“George?” Maggie responded. “Our George, pervy George, restraining order George?”
“I couldn’t prove it in a court of law, but the way he’s sneaking around, avoiding people, and staring at Mandi as he stalks her,” Steve nodded his head. “I’d bet money it was him, even if I can’t prove it.”
Paula nodded her agreement. “Having been the victim of that stare, I’d bet money it is him too.”
Maggie frowned at the screen, then cracked her knuckles. “Well, that’s easy enough to fix, I’ll just go find him and put him down.”
Steve gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “I have no doubt you could and would put George down, but then he’d have you arrested for assault and battery.”
Maggie turned sharply to face Steve. “I will not live in fear of that prick popping his nose into our lives endlessly!”
“I agree,” Steve said, meeting Maggie’s angry eyes with his calm ones. “He needs a permanent solution.”
“I’m positive Fantastic Plastics lawyers will have his balls in a box, if…” Steve trailed off. “If we can prove it’s him playing this game and interfering in our business.”
Maggie, still nursing her anger at George, responded rather more harshly than she intended. “I know it’s him, you know it’s him, Paula knows it’s him.”
“But we can’t prove it,” Steve, still calm, replied, then added. “Yet.”
Maggie gave Steve a questioning look. “Yet?”
“Yet,” Steve reassured her.
Paula, who had remained silent as Maggie vented her anger and Steve responded calmly finally interjected, “You have a plan in mind?”
“Yes, I do. I’ve already reached out to the company president and had him authorize some overtime for the security team this weekend.” Steve continued. “Also I’ve had the cyber response team confirm this was not a hijack of the competition, the random points came from someone on site with a laser target pistol.”
“Once they finished confirming that, I turned them loose on our internal email system, looking for anything from inside our offices to someone outside, about laser targets, pistols, sensors, or anything else they can think of to search for regarding this interference.” Steve looked from Paula to Maggie and spoke confidently, “If there’s someone inside helping George I’ll know before this weekend is over.”
Maggie looked not happy, but at least calmer, as she replied, “And if there’s some piece of shit feeding George company information about our projects?”
It was Steve’s turn to look very serious indeed as he said, “If someone inside is feeding him info, if he wants any kind of a severance check, he’ll help us trap George. Then we’ll fire his ass, and sue George for violating his restraining order.”
"I love this plan! I'm excited to be a part of it! Let's do it!" Paula spoke up with a twinkle in her eye.
Steve snorted and Maggie chuckled before saying, “Don’t go quoting Ghostbusters at me young lady!”
Paula, no longer able to contain her laughter, laughed out loud. Steve and Maggie joined in and soon all three laughed away some of the intense stress they had all been feeling.
“So we need to wait for Steve’s guys to get here, then we can send out our costumed friends to continue the promotion with some guardian angels.” Maggie summed up once the stress laughter died out.
“And discontinue the laser tag portion of the event.” Paula added.
“Maybe,” Steve commented. “We might be able to use the laser tag game as a way to trap George.”
“Maybe it would be possible.” Paula said, staring off into space, trying to think how that could work.
Discoveries are made.
Meanwhile Mandy, Brandi, and Phil were relaxing in the back.
“Phil?” Mandy called out to him. Phil didn’t reply.
“Phil!?” Mandy spoke louder.
“Robot Phil, respond to Mandy,” Brandy blurted out.
“What do you require, Mandy?” Phil’s robotic voice said softly.
Mandy looked surprised at this response, she paused and then continued, “What is all this Robot Phil stuff?’
“This unit has been conditioned to obey his primary owner, Maggie and any commands she may give,” Phil explained to Mandy.
“Why are you able to respond to us currently?” Brandi asked.
“Maggie only ordered this unit to hold still, empty my bladder, and rehydrate as needed,” Phil continued the requested information. “Answering your questions does not contradict any of that.”
“So as long as you hold still, you’ll answer all our questions?” Mandy blurted out to Phil.
“That is essentially correct,” Phil confirmed to Mandy.
Brandi spoke up with a question of her own. “Besides holding still, drinking, and peeing, what else can you do while you wait for her to return?”
“I can answer your questions, and be frustrated,” Phil said in his robotic monotone.
“Why are you frustrated, Robot Phil?” Brandi asked as Mandy opened her mouth to ask that same question.
“This unit's cock and balls are currently restrained in such a way that getting hard leads to intense frustration,” Phil explained. “I believe this was on purpose, a way for my owner to demonstrate her complete control over my body. But because of this design, anything that stimulates me causes frustration.” “
“That sounds awful, Robot Phil,” Brandi smiled at Mandy. “Doesn’t that sound horrible Mandy?” xx
“It does,” Mandy agreed and waited for whatever Brandi was planning.
“Robot Phil, do you have a good memory?” Brandi seemed to ask almost randomly.
“When I am in Robot mode my memory is perfect,” Phil told her.
Brandi’s smile turned into something very wicked suddenly. “You were in Robot mode while I was giving you a blowjob earlier, correct?”
Robot Phil responded “Confirmed, I was in Robot Mode the entire time. If I had not been in Robot mode I would have cum much sooner.”
Mandy laughed at Robot Phil’s matter of fact statement, admitting he had only been able to resist due to his Robot mode.
Brandi spoke up once Mandy had quieted down. “Robot Phil I want you to mentally replay that blowjob from start to finish, in as complete detail as you can, starting right now.”
Mandy went from smiling to frowning, then said to Brandi, “Won’t that cause Phil to be frustrated?”
“No doubt extremely, painfully frustrated,” Brandi confirmed.
“You really do have an evil streak in you Brandi,” Mandy told her.
Mandy asked, “Robot Phil, does regular Phil remember things that are done to Robot Phil?”
“Phil recalls everything that happens in normal Robot Phil mode,” Robot Phil answered Mandy.
“Normal Robot Phil mode?” Mandy whispered to Brandi.
“Robot Phil, do you have more than one Robot mode?” Brandi asked.
“This unit can enter a Full Robot Mode, when in that mode normal Phil is not aware of what is happening and will not recall any interactions while in that mode,” Robot Phil answered honestly.
“Can I order you to enter that mode?” Brandi asked immediately.
“Only my primary owner can engage in full Robot Mode,” Robot Phil answered. But then paused and continued. “Although she could delegate authority to someone else temporarily.”
“Very interesting,” Brandi said to Mandy. “I think Helen might be very interested in that information.”
Mandy sat silently for a moment, then said, “You do what you want, I’m not getting involved in this.”
Brandi shrugged her shoulders, but then with a wicked grin on her face asked Robot Phil, “Are you still replaying that blowjob memory Robot Phil?”
Robot Phil replied simply “Yes.”
“Is your cock hard, Robot Phil?” Brandi pried.
“As hard as the suit's limits allow, yes.” Robot Phil’s voice might have sounded slightly strained if you listened closely.
“Is it painful?” Brandi couldn’t help asking.
“Extremely,” Robot Phil curtly replied.
Brandi, still smiling, said “Robot Phil, when you reach the part of the blowjob where Maggie ordered you to cum in my mouth, stop and inform me. Do not continue any further, do you understand?”
Mandy looked at her “friend” and shook her head slowly, commenting under her breath. “That is brutal.”
Robot Phil responded to Brandi “Replay memory of the blowjob given to me earlier today by Brandi, stop before Maggie ordered me to cum. Inform Brandi.”
“Correct,” Brandi confirmed.
“Complying,” Robot Phil told her.