Guyver1 Guyver - Second Chance - Part 1 {Katies Kitty} (F rape tech cruel tort nc sci-fi) Author: Katies Kitty Title: Guyver - Second Chance - Part 1 Summary: A young girl set off on a peaceful hiking vacation, that went horribly wrong at the beginning, but turned out not so bad when she encountered a Guyver unit, an alien device that gave her a protective suit of Bio-Armour. Keywords: F, rape, spank, tech, sci-fi, cruel, tort, nc Wednesday 5 October 2011 Credits: This story was written by Katie, and based on one of Katie's childhood fantasies. Guyver - Second Chance - Part 1 ***************** A young girl set off on a peaceful hiking vacation, that went horribly wrong at the beginning, but turned out not so bad when she encountered a Guyver unit, an alien device that gave her a protective suit of Bio-Armour. ***************** ***************** Joyce Butler was out hiking in the woods, enjoying the freedom of open spaces, along with the deep peace and quiet you just couldn't find in the city. She'd been walking for three hours now, and stopped by a lake to rest and eat lunch, before completing the remainder of today's route. Taking off her shorts, t-shirt, boots and socks, she laid on the soft grass in only her bikini, to sunbathe for an hour or so, luxuriating in the warmth of the bright sun in her sheltered little clearing. When she'd taken enough sun, she was going to have a swim in the lake, but needed to pee first, though she couldn't do that in the lake, and foul the water. She took her restroom visit behind a tree, removing her bikini bottom completely, because it was easier than having to squat and aim past it. It felt good to empty her full bladder, and the warm pee rushing out was tickling her pussy lips, turning her on, so as the flow slowed to a dribble, she slipped her fingers into her wet slit. Rubbing her hardening clit, she closed her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure building in her pussy, but her attention was suddenly wrenched back by the sound of a breaking twig. Opening her eyes, she saw a guy stood right in front of her, but when she put her hand between her legs, apologising for her public display, he slapped her hard across the side of her face. The force of the blow dazed her, as she sprawled in the leaf debris under the tree, and she felt the unknown man tying her wrists with her discarded bikini bottoms, using the long side ties as an effective rope. Her attacker couldn't believe his luck in finding such a good looking girl out here, all on her own, so conveniently half undressed for him, and pleasingly displayed. He'd followed her, unseen, for the last mile of so, and intended just to spy on her, which was even better when she'd stripped down to her skimpy swimsuit to sunbathe. He'd changed position a couple of times, till he could see right between her legs, where the tight bikini outlined her sweet pussy. Fortune smiled on him when she stood up, holding her crotch in obvious need of a toilet, and she'd walked straight towards his hiding place. Moving behind a tree that sheltered her from the clearing, she was about 4 yards in front of the bush he was concealed behind. He could see right up her slit from here, and when she started to finger herself, he knew he had to take advantage of this rare opportunity that only turned up once or twice a year. He quietly stood and moved toward her half naked figure, but he was so intent on her fingers rubbing her clit, that he missed a small branch under the fallen leaves, which snapped with a loud crack when he stood on it. The woman looked up, and began to apologise, but he hit her by reflex, knocking her to the ground, and had her wrists bound with her bikini in seconds. He was committed now, but then he was probably going to attack her anyway, so her turned her on her back, and replaced her gentle fingers with his rough ones, in the exposed wet slit between her spread thighs. She tried to close her legs, but he had her pinned open with his knees, as his fingers worked at the entrance to her warm cavern. She began pleading with him to leave her alone, and she wouldn't say anything, so he slapped her again, on both cheeks, making her head spin. When she kept complaining, he picked up a small branch that had dropped from the tree, showed her the broken end, with its sharp spikes of shattered wood, and threatened to use that instead of his fingers if she wasn't quiet. Joyce didn't want this to get any worse, so she kept quiet, there was obviously no reasoning with the guy, and the chance of another hiker coming along this path was remote. She resigned herself to losing her virginity to this evil man, hoping to avoid getting beaten up if she co- operated, as he'd already hit her several times, so he wasn't averse to using violence on a woman. Even if she tried to call for help, before anyone got near them, this man could easily kill her and make his escape in the dense woodland. As he fingered her slit, slipping one finger into her tight pussy, rubbing her clit painfully hard with his thumb, he reached up and pushed her bikini top upward to expose her small breasts. He squeezed and pinched her nipples with his free hand, digging his fingers into her firm tit flesh, and twisting them till she cried out, which earned her another slap. He was swearing all the time, calling her crude names, telling her what he was going to do to her, and after only a few minutes foreplay, he unzipped his trousers and pushed his erect prick into her spread pussy. It really hurt Joyce as his prick tried to force its way through the barrier of her hymen, and when she cried out in pain, he ripped off her top and shoved it in her mouth to quieten her screams. Realising she was a virgin drove his passion to new heights, and he rammed harder and harder at her barrier, his erection growing stronger with each painful thrust. Finally the thin membrane ripped in three places, bringing fresh agony to his victim, but cruel victory to the rapist, as he ploughed deeper, and faster, into the girl's depths. Relentless in his onslaught, he fucked her to his full length, hitting her cervix on each inward stroke, driving the breath from her body, till at last his orgasm exploded in his balls, pumping hot spunk deep inside her. Satisfied for the moment, he pulled out his softening prick, removed his pants altogether, and brought his backpack over. Looking down at the helpless girl laid on her back, arms bound behind her, legs spread, and pussy leaking spunk, he took out some rope to continue his fun. Straddling her tummy, he wrapped a piece of rope round each tittie, pulling it really tight, then flipped her over so he could see her butt. It had leaves and dirt stuck to it, which he began to brush away, then slapped it away, harder and harder, making the girl moan and wriggle. When her ass was pleasingly red, he picked up a slender branch and whipped her firm cheeks with it, quickly bringing up red lines, then he struck much harder, till the weal's turned deep purple. Agony coursed through Joyce's rear as she was viciously whipped, and all her struggles only served to rub her painfully bound tits across the rough ground beneath her, her own weight pressing them down. When the man stopped beating her ass, he unfastened her wrists, turned her over, and re-tied them in front of her, then hoisted her up, against the tree, hooking her bound wrists over the protruding stump of a broken branch. Although her poor bottom was rubbing agonisingly against the rough bark, Joyce was still aware enough that she noticed that the branch she was suspended from was giving a little under her weight. When the man turned to get something from his backpack, Joyce stretched as far up as she could, till her hands were on the end of the branch, then pulled with all her weight. With a deafening crash, the limb tore loose from the tree, Joyce spun round and caught the guy right on the side of his head, just as he looked up to see what all the noise was about. He flew sideways through the air, but Joyce was not about to wait, even to see where he landed, and she took off running as fast as she could, not even looking back. Every footfall caused excruciating stabs of pain through her body, from her lacerated rump, her ravaged vagina, and her tightly bound breasts, which still had enough slack to bounce about on her chest. Her bare feet were being bruised by the stones and roots that littered the pathway, but her mind was focused on one thing only - FLIGHT. She knew she had only one chance to escape her rapist, and if he caught her, she was probably dead, so she ran.. and ran... Ran till her lungs burned, then she turned off the path, through a narrow gap between the bushes, in case he followed her down the path, and had more stamina than she did. Now her whole body was being whipped by branches as she passed, her hands were raised to protect her face, but her chest, tits, belly, hips, and legs were all covered in stinging welts. Gradually the movement of her hands, as they fended off the higher branches, worked the knots loose on her wrists, till finally they came free, allowing her more freedom to work her way deeper into the brush. She could feel herself weakening now, and she desperately hoped she'd come far enough to be safe. Bursting through a bush, she tripped, and fell into a small gully, rolling down the side till she hit her head, and knocked herself out. Laying there unconscious, her knee rests against a strange round stone which lights up slowly, a section opens on the side, and a slim tentacle comes out to creep up her leg. It stops at her bleeding pussy then slowly enters, just a few inches, moving gently in her damaged entrance. More lights come on along the top of the device while the tentacle explored the rest of Joyce's body, into every crevice, and over every surface. At last it found the contact point at the base of the skull, glowed with a dull, wavering light, and the unit coalesced with Joyce, seeming to be absorbed into the girl's body. ***************** The Guyver device was a suit of alien Bio Armour that fitted the wearer in full symbiosis, with a contact point somewhere inside the body, that connected to a sub-dimension, which held the main body of the unit, activating to a full suit when needed. Millions of years ago, when Earth was young, and large dinosaurs were the dominant life form, a group of aliens would visit the warm blue planet for some recreation, and to perform basic research on the native animals who were still developing. The Kourinsha wore protective suits against the corrosive oxygen in our atmosphere, and any stray attacks from animals who'd not seen their like in these parts before. The suits were powered from a Guyver unit, and not much is known now about where the G-units were made, nor how they were manufactured. Remember, dear reader, that most of this story is told from the perspective of the human, many thousands of years after the alien left. The Guyver unit is symbiotic to the host who wears it, and the Kourinsha were modifying the design to suit the simian species found in these steamy jungles because of their dexterity, and the ability of large brains that were under used. With selective breeding, and the proper conditioning, this planet could provide the aliens with a sizeable army. However, Galactic politics change, and the Kourinsha were called away to fight in a distant sector, but destined never to return and continue their research. In their hasty departure, a case was left behind containing 3 Guyver units of simian configuration, and over the years it slowly became buried under the shifting surface of the young planet. Eventually the case was acquired by the Chronos Corporation, initially out of curiosity as to why it could not be opened. Anything that secure, capable of resisting a large engineering company's every effort to gain entry could have some very interesting potential in many areas of science. Even with the vast resources of Chronos it took five years before the lock was breached, and not by brute force, but the application of science, mixed with intuition and luck. Inside were the three discs of the Guyver units, and after many experiments which resulted in the deaths of a great number of test subjects, the use of the device as a weapon became very clear. They've been trying to recreate them, without success, since that time, as their potential was severely limited in such small numbers. What Chronos wanted were Guyvers by the thousand. ***************** Deep in the woods the Guyver unit stirred slowly to consciousness, roused by an external bio contact, but with its power levels critically low, this would have to be a very cursory survey. Gradually a sensor extended to the outer layer of the creature that had touched it, feeling the warmth, the vibration of circulatory systems deeper inside, and the absence of any major movement that might signal danger. Extending along the limb towards a nearby juncture, the sensor detects a fluid discharge from a narrow cavity, and crude analysis cells return gross indications of life feeds. Hard decisions have to be made as initial signs indicate a potential host, but an investigation with power reserves at such low levels could prove fatal. It's been many cycles since a host was available to recharge energy storage, and system damage had been seriously affecting a whole range of routine processes, including diagnostics and repair. However, there was one more reserve not yet tapped, and the Guyver cautiously eased into the cavity as far as the damaged structure that was leaking fluid. Absorbing sufficient quantity for analysis, the unit brought back online those memory sections that held host configuration data, finding them only partially responsive, then activated the diagnostic systems, again with limited success. The results confirmed its initial signs that this was indeed simian, but though it was vastly different from the configuration data, it would suffice for now. Shutting down diagnostics, the Guyver now sent its sensor tentacle to find the contact point, moving slowly to conserve power, until it reached the base of the creature's skull, then carefully merging a slender tendril into the standard resting zone. It took a few minutes to locate the host's energy system, then a worrying expenditure of it's own precious power to form a workable bond into the unfamiliar structures. As the Guyver unit vaguely sensed an energy flow begin to pass into it's sensor unit, internal systems began to shut down as the survival circuit monitored power reserves fall below critical, and once more it was engulfed in blackness. Gradually awareness returned, and the Guyver found its timing circuits failed, so it had no knowledge of how long it had been inactive, but the critical power dip had passed, and there was now minimal energy in several reserve cells. Recalling the attachment it had made to a prospective host before shutdown occurred, the unit checked the sensor unit and found it actively feeding power into its systems. True, the levels were low, but in time they would enable full activation. However, it was in danger, lying dormant outside of the new host, exposed to external threat, or even disconnection, but a quick inventory had shown there was just barely sufficient power. Initiating the trigger sequence internally, the Guyver unit changed shape, dissolving into a fluid mass that drew itself along the sensor tendril to the hosts neck, then slowly merged inside the body structure to anchor itself in the sub-dimensional resting zone. There was only just enough power available to stay above critical, but the unit was patient enough to wait while it could absorb more energy from the host. ***************** Joyce slowly stirred as consciousness gradually returned to her spinning head where she lay in the gully, with a pain in her both her temple, and her knee. These were no doubt injuries from her fall, but even more distressing were the pains deep inside her vagina where she'd been raped, and the intense aching in her breasts from the ropes tied tightly round them. Looking down at her tits, Joyce saw that they'd turned purple from lack of circulation, were swollen up, and her nipples were painfully sticking right out. Gingerly she tried to unfasten the knots, but they were too tight, and it hurt her breasts too much to be pulled about like that. She would have to go back to the lakeside and find her knife so she could cut through her restrictive bindings before her tits dropped off. She desperately hoped that her rapist was gone by now, and scouted very carefully along the path, trying to keep under some sort of cover, despite the pain in her chest. When she arrived at her camp there was no-one about, just a pool of blood where she'd struck her assailant with the branch, and a track that was clearly showing someone had staggered away. The knife was still on her belt, and she cautiously worked the sharp blade against the rope, trying not to cut her skin, and wincing as every movement sent bolts of pain through her blue tinged flesh. At last the ropes came loose, and Joyce moaned in agony as the blood rushed back into her sensitised titties, but rubbing them only made it worse, and even jiggling about added to the hurt. After the pain subsided, Joyce washed herself in the lake, then dressed to continue her journey, hurrying in case the man came back this way when he recovered. Within a few hours she was at a camp site, where she rented one of their single room cabins, took a long relaxing shower, then cooked herself a meal. It was soon dark outside, so Joyce locked the door, and retired to her bed, slipping naked under the covers, rubbing the back of her neck, which had been feeling uncomfortable since her attack. As she fell into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of her attack in the woods, she became more and more anxious, tossing about on the bed, throwing off the covers as she fought her imaginary attacker. Suddenly she screamed out in a terrified panic, adrenalin racing into her bloodstream, and the back of her head felt as if it were about to explode. Wide awake now, she felt something move beneath her, like warm leather spreading across her shoulder blades, lifting her, then moving over the tops of her shoulders, down her chest. She could now see the dark grey coating dip between her breasts, then spread sideways to cover her globes completely, moving downwards across her stomach. Joyce felt one side of her mind race in panic that she was being trapped, while another logical section of her brain noticed how much this coating, whatever it was, looked like full body armour. Stunned into immobility, the helpless girl watched as her legs and arms were covered right down to her toes, and fingertips, then gasped aloud as the final section covered her head and face. Strangely enough, she could still see, and breath, as if she was wearing a motorcycle crash helmet, so she carefully got up from the bed, and went over to the mirror. Looking back at her was some sort of monster, fully armour clad, with blades coming from it's elbows that looked lethal, and a head covering with two thick lenses over it, and a ridged centre. Fear began to rise quickly as she realised that there were no apparent joints to remove the gloves, or the breast plate, or even the helmet. Maybe she was trapped inside this thing for ever, and she tugged at the face plate helplessly, panic rising higher as it didn't budge. Then she tried to move the body section, managing to twist it a little by applying all of her strength to one side of it. However, the suit's response to this was only to grip her more snugly, though it didn't crush her, but then she felt the crotch section tighten in, and two protrusions start to press between her legs. Crying out as her hands flew protectively to her covered pussy, Joyce could feel hard shafts press against her cunt and ass, inside the suit, sliding into her helpless body. Her cry turned to a scream as the shafts quickly entered fully into each warm, defenceless passage, then swelled up to fill her completely. Though it was painful to be ruthlessly penetrated in this way, the feeling quickly became less till she merely felt filled inside, and as she realised that she wouldn't be torn apart, she gradually relaxed. Once the self- preservation instinct subsided a little, Joyce began to look for ways to get this strange contraption off of her, but a lengthy study revealed no ways to open it up, and it fitted so snugly that she couldn't possibly slide out of it in any way. Now that she was in no danger at the moment of being killed by the suit, she concentrated on how it fitted to every line of her body, and as she breathed in she could feel the warm inner surface expand with her chest. It was a strange feeling, like soft hands held against her, supporting each movement, but also sliding across her bare skin. She tried to look down at her covered breasts, but the lenses so distorted her vision that it was difficult to see, and she quietly wished that the helmet could somehow be taken off. There was a faint buzz, and a tickling sensation under her chin, and as Joyce looked in the mirror to see what was happening now, the helmet peeled back from her jaw, up her face, and over her head. Somehow it just disappeared, because there was nothing at all behind her, no helmet stuck at the back of her neck. It had just vanished. Sudden hope sprang up that she might be getting free, and once more she tried to pull the top half of the suit free, to no avail, as it remained glued to her upper body. After tugging and twisting for long minutes, Joyce at last gave up, and sat on the bed, feeling the two shafts pressed deeper inside her body as her weight shifted, then she was positive that they moved about. Gradually they settled, and Joyce was relieved that they hadn't gone any deeper, or swelled up any more, as she already felt stretched to capacity. ***************** While the Guyver unit was resting, it had been mapping the host's systems, few of which it recognised completely, but there were similarities to the DNA configuration it held internally. Definitely simian origin, but a more advanced design than it's memory banks held, yet still terribly inefficient in almost every area of operation. Several damaged structures were detected, and logged for later repair, two potentially dangerous parasites were identified, so it modified the host's chemical balance to eradicate them before their next reproductive cycle completed. The host's main energy processing systems lacked control sensitivity, but there was enough flowing that the Guyver could tap directly in to the power without using its own reserve. It spent several hours stimulating neural growth in the connection fibres, strength as well as increased numbers of strands, till it measured a 15.34% increase in energy delivery. Some of the extra power was left for the host to utilise, but most of it went to charge its own reserve cells, which were still dangerously depleted. It was monitoring the host's brain activity as a background process to it's own main investigation, when increased activity began to trigger a shift in focus. Neurons were firing much faster than any levels detected so far, endorphin and adrenaline levels were rising rapidly, respiration increased, random nerve impulses fired to the major muscle groups. The host's fight or flight response kicked in, pushing system reaction through the roof, and even though there was no direct activation command, the Guyver's own monitoring procedure triggered suit deployment. Power levels were not a problem, as the host output was well above initial requirements, so the Guyver reconstructed the armour coating in the standard configuration, protecting core systems first, then extremities, and finally a skull covering with the control disc. The fit was not exact, as the host's body didn't match the simian configuration stored on file, so several adjustments were made, and the new parameters recorded. The host was trying to reposition several sections of the bio-armour, identifying more inaccuracies, which were adjusted and logged, tightening the suit to the outer surface. Two secondary anchors were deployed to the lower location points, swelling in size till they locked solidly in place. External scanning revealed no adversaries, or physical dangers, the suit's weapon systems were partially charged, and the shields were on full power. The host was now scanning the outer configuration of the bio-armour, and inspecting the weak points, which remained satisfyingly solid, and the Guyver noticed that the host was sub-vocalising. Running its own comparative scans from the suit's interior surfaces, the Guyver found several cross-references on the data store that indicated the host was female, which was unusual, as only males were normally suitable as symbiotic hosts. There were also some audio patterns that were recognisable from the unit's occasional monitoring of radio transmissions, and it struggled to identify a configuration request detected from the host. There was a delay while it verified the command to withdraw the skull covering, the host's term of Helmet was not familiar, but now retained for reference. The Guyver deconstructed the "Helmet", from beneath the jaw backwards, right to the base of the skull, redistributing the material back to the sub-dimensional storage. Once more the host performed a shape conformity assessment, then lowered herself to a sitting position. The secondary anchors entered further into the two receptacles, one of which revealed a further chamber as the probes tried to reconfigure, and the Guyver logged this also for later investigation. It found no reference to these structures in the DNA records, but there were several damaged sections of information, which it would have to attempt to replenish. ***************** Joyce was still exhausted from her ordeal this afternoon, and this situation wasn't helping at all, as it seemed she was now trapped in a weird battle suit, out of some video game the kids played. The whole thing appeared hopeless, and Joyce burst into tears, gradually crying herself into a sleep full of dreams. She awoke gradually as the morning light filtered through the curtains, gentle tingles running through her breasts and pussy, and a soft warmth spreading through her insides. Maybe she had only dreamed yesterday, it had all been a horrid nightmare. One hand caressed her soft, warm tummy, the other hand stroking her thigh, as she often did first thing in the morning, but she soon felt the edges of yesterday's suit still encasing her body. She was somehow much calmer about this now, and quickly realised that most of the bio suit had, in fact, disappeared, leaving her clad in an armour plated bra and panties. She could feel the inside of the breastplate changing shape every now and then, as if it were performing the routine self exam that Joyce practiced each week to make sure there were no signs of cancer. She always found her own exam to be arousing, but this was even more stimulating, as she didn't know what was happening, and kept getting squeezed in unexpected places. The armoured panties were also actively pressing and squeezing her lower tummy and crotch area, and she felt as if her labia had been parted, under the gusset. Every few minutes she could feel the two objects that had filled her pussy and ass last night pulling back a few inches, till they were almost out, then working there way back in again, with a tingling sensation along her inner walls. It was maddening being stimulated without knowing what was going on. She wasn't being hurt, although it was a little uncomfortable, but she wished that she could see what was happening, just so she knew. There was a tingle at the back of her neck now, a faint whirr, and she could feel the helmet start to close over her head again. In panic, her hands flew to her face, but not fast enough to stop the device being fitted in place, and as she grabbed hold of it, she realised that it wasn't a full helmet like before. It was just a visor across her eyes, and round the back of her head, blinding her, then suddenly all the inner surface lit up, like a TV screen, except the depth perception was wrong. There was a split screen showing the breastplate as semi-transparent on one side, and a cross section through the suit and her breast on the other side. She could see dark areas develop inside the suit structure, then bulge inward as she felt the pressure in her tittie, while the cross section displayed all the internal composition of her breast being compressed, deep inside, right down to her rib cage. After several similar displays, all a few seconds apart, some from the top, and some horizontally at the base of her tits, the process began to speed up, Joyce recognising the process as a physio massage. There was a nearly constant stream of talking flowing into her ears from the side of the visor, which sounded like Chinese, or something, but every once in a while she could identify an English word. When one of these words next came up, she repeated it, and the talking stopped, and said the word again, then the phrase "Repeat - Yes". The visor said the word she'd recognised once more, and Joyce repeated it, at which point there was a warm tingle on each of her nipples, and her clit, for several seconds, which Joyce was sure meant a reward. The massage of her titties resumed, concentrating on the damage caused by the ropes that had bound her breasts so tightly when she was being assaulted in the woods. The screen now displayed two long, thin shapes, like needles, forming above her nipples, with several more appearing round the aureoles, which began to worry her a bit, so she attempted to pull the breastplate away from her titties. The device's response felt like an electric shock to her finger tips, which made her let go, while there was another stream of conversation from the visor, from which she picked out, and repeated, several more words, such as damage, and repair. It seemed that this thing, whatever it was, was trying to heal her injuries, though she wasn't too keen on what this next stage looked like. There was a strange sensation down her arms and legs, like water flowing under her body, which wrapped another piece of the suit around her wrists and ankles, then stiffened in texture. The previous time, yesterday, the suit had formed like leather, soft and supple, but now it was rigid, holding her like restraints, so that she couldn't move. Helpless to resist, she watched the monitor as the two central needles were driven into her nipples, though not to the full depth, then they injected a hot fluid that she could see spreading through the surrounding tissues. The insertion was not as painful as she'd expected, though it did hurt, then the other needles in turn were pushed into her captive flesh, under the surface. The procedure was repeated, with each needle being pushed further in, administering an injection, then the points going deeper for what must have been twenty times. While each separate action was bearable, the sensations mounting one on top of another were becoming excruciating, and her titties felt like they were on fire. Just when she was ready to scream, the tingle in her nipples and clit returned, like it had earlier, distracting her like the early signs of an impending sexual climax. The monitor changed it's viewpoint as her feelings of arousal subsided, and it took Joyce a few moments to realise that the image now showed the inside of her vagina, and a cross section of her vulva. There was an area highlighted in red, just inside her entrance, and a probe began to extend from her panties, until it was just inside. The end of the device swelled, and Joyce could feel it pulsing against the walls of her pussy, pressing into the delicate flesh, then emitting a sharp charge of electricity, which made her jump. As it worked it's way round, the sensations started getting more painful, just as they had when her breasts were being treated, mounting in intensity to a nearly unbearable peak, then the stimulation of her pleasure centres. This time, the sensations continued till she had an orgasm, arching against her restraints, which were still in place, for longer than she'd ever climaxed before. The stimulation died down, and Joyce relaxed into that warm post excitement phase, but then the tingle started to mount once more, and in minutes she was cumming again, even stronger this time. The device went on making her orgasm for more than an hour, over and over, till it just blended into one continuous climax, and she pee'd herself, then she fainted. ***************** While the Guyver was trying to map the missing information sections, the host female had indicated increased levels of distress, then gone into a standby mode, shutting down most functions to maintenance levels. While it's own energy levels were no longer critical, they were still in need of much more charging, so the Guyver deconstructed the bio armour, then drew on the host power only to run some more extensive diagnostic investigations. It identified surface damage to head and knee, deploying the suit across those limited areas only, then running local repair sequences using the surrounding DNA tissues. It then scanned some of the damaged sections it had logged earlier, deploying the suit over the lower torso, where it had first detected the fluid leak from one of the lower entrances. Tissue damage was minimal where an unknown membrane appeared to have been ripped in several places, but the leakage had already ceased. The damage to the upper torso seemed to be more extensive, and as the suit breastplate re- constructed, the scan was identifying two structures that were vaguely similar to the simian mammary constructs, but of a greatly differing configuration. The damage was easily identified, including the rudimentary repair processes being performed by the host, which the Guyver modified by enhancing the DNA sequence for tissue restoration. It would take several days for the changes to spread through the whole body, so it took control of this particular repair job itself. While it was working, the host functionality returned to normal levels, and then issued a sub-vocalised configuration request for visual updates. These alien commands were not issued in any of the standard languages, but did contain words and phrases that the Guyver recognised. It cross-referenced them to radio communications it had recently monitored in its random sampling sweep of all frequencies, so it directed some of its energy to constructing a language database. Where it found more cross-matches, it inserted these new words in the update commentary until the host made a response, then it supplied the standard physical reward feedback. When it had completed the massage, the Guyver was about to inject synthetic enhancement fluid into the deeper tissues, when the host began to struggle, showing indications of intense stress. The unit deployed restraints to the limb extremities, stiffening the suit till the host was immobile, then administered the full range of injections, as well as stimulating endorphin production. It also set the reward sequence running, as this seemed to calm the host. When it moved on to the lower torso, and began sealing the tears in the thin membrane that had been damaged, the host tried to struggle again, so the Guyver began applying stimulation to the external pleasure centres. When the repairs were complete, the Guyver noticed that the host was producing really high energy levels, which were being directed into the unit's storage system. Dropping the stimulation levels made the host calm down, but output dropped quickly, so the Guyver stepped up the pulses to the host's nipples and it's clitoris, switching between sites, then directing power to all three at once. Keeping this up through a series of 36 peaks, the unit managed to store a big enough charge to last several weeks before it fell to dangerous levels again. It would have continued, but the host voided her bladder, then dropped into standby mode. After considering bringing the host on-line again, to continue energy output at the previous levels, the Guyver unit decided to allow the host to rest. It had been many cycles since a power source of this potential had been available, and the host appeared to be eminently compatible, more so than any previous host the unit held details for in its database. The length of time it had recently spent surviving on critical power made the unit reluctant to compromise the host's availability. It had nearly died on several occasions, and the last five cycles, with no power source at all, had been so desperate that it had fully expected to be totally extinguished. Now it had a second chance. ***************** Joyce woke up about an hour later, her tits and pussy still throbbing from her earlier treatment, but at least that horrid underwear suit was gone, along with its restraints. She got out of bed, went over to the mirror, and examined her sore tits, noticing that a lot of the bruising had faded, and her breasts didn't feel so swollen. She spread her thighs, pulling her labia apart to inspect her pussy, and was surprised to see that her clit was still erect. Distracted from her immediate task by the memory of those wonderful orgasms this morning, she ran a fingernail across the protruding end of her clitoris, watching it grow as the hood peeled back. Pulling her concentration back, Joyce carefully put a finger inside her vagina, shivering as she watched it penetrate her love mouth, then gasping in surprise as it came up against her hymen. How could that be, when she'd been raped only two days ago, and that weird suit had forced two huge dildoes inside her only this morning. Whatever this thing was, it would appear that its medical skills were exceptionally good, to restore her virginity like that, even if her cherry was still a little sore as she ran her finger round the tiny hole in its centre. Maybe things weren't so bad after all, but it undoubtedly needed some more thinking about, then her tummy rumbled, and she realised that she needed her breakfast. Taking her finger out of her pussy, Joyce put it in her mouth, sucking the juice off, a dirty little habit that she loved, precisely because it was so dirty. She went to the bathroom first, to answer the call of nature, then made herself a bowl of cereal, followed by a bacon sandwich from the stocks in her backpack. She hadn't bothered to get dressed, since she loved walking about naked whenever she had the chance, even while she was cooking the bacon on the twin electric rings in the kitchen area. She'd do this at home sometimes, stand in front of the frying pan with the heat turned a little too high, so that the bacon fat was spitting, splashing onto her bare skin. Sometimes she'd lean over so the hot liquid fell on her exposed breasts, small stabs of heat burning the tender flesh, and if one hit her nipple, she felt a wild tingle in her pussy. Now she'd stood up straight, letting it splash her tummy for a while, then she put the frying pan on the corner of the table, where it was a bit lower, moving closer till her pussy was directly over the spitting fat. Lifting her foot onto a chair, so her slit spread apart, she let the splashes reach into the soft pink, inner flesh, where it was more tender. One piece had landed on her clit, stinging like mad, making her pee a little, but when the urine hit the hot pan, it had boiled furiously, bubbling and spitting even more of the hot liquid over her delicate little cunny. Her first instinct had been to pull away, but she forced herself to remain in place, getting her cunt painfully cooked, along with her breakfast, till the pan cooled down. Sitting at the table to eat her fresh sandwich, her nipples and clit hardened at the thought of the lightly flavoured bacon she was eating so heartily. Joyce had intended to move on today, but her ordeal in the woods had meant a change in her plans, not that she really had to be anywhere by a particular day or time. Her schedule for the holiday was quite flexible, so she'd stay here for a few more days to try and work out what was happening with this suit that kept appearing out of nowhere. She got dressed in her walking gear, taking a small pack with just a drink and sandwich for lunch, then headed over to the admin office for a guide map. She knew there were several small trails at this camp, and she wanted a quiet one so she'd have time to think things through. The guy behind the desk gave her a copy of the local map, marking out three trails that she could do, out and back, in about four hours each, all of them not too busy. Two of them had a way station or farm at the other end, where she could get something to eat or drink, and were a fairly easy route, whereas the last trail ended up at a small waterfall and pool. He'd been up there about a year ago, and it was pretty overgrown then, so it was likely to be heavy going since there weren't many hikers who went that way, and he advised her to give that one a miss. She thanked him for his help, and set out, heading up towards the waterfall, as this was just the sort of trail she wanted, one with no people. She nearly missed the first turn, coming up to a signpost that was about ten yards past it, according to the map, so she backtracked till she found the faint depression which marked the path. The bushes had nearly grown together, hiding the entrance, but she pushed through easily enough, and it opened up a little bit further on. As she walked, Joyce tried to recall everything she had noticed when the suit had appeared, how it had changed shape, and what she was thinking at the time. As far as she could recollect, it had always appeared behind her, but she'd never noticed it approach, other than a tingle at the back of her neck. She knew she couldn't pull it free, once it wrapped round her, but she remembered the helmet had disappeared when she had wished that she could see better. When she'd been wearing the bra and panties outfit, it had changed shape to fit a visor over her face, and that had also been when she wished she knew what was happening, so maybe the suit had a thought link to her brain. That was stupid, of course, she'd been watching too much SciFi on TV, those things were only stories, but she consciously thought about the suit appearing now. And nothing happened. She concentrated on an image of the metal panties wrapping themselves round her hips, covering her pussy, then the two dildoes forcing their way painfully inside her. Nothing happened this time either, except her clit was now tingling, and her panties were getting damp. "Pull yourself together girl", Joyce muttered to herself, then jumped as a couple of birds were startled out of their cover by the noise she just made. Maybe that was it. She hadn't just thought about the suit, like most people did, she usually thought out loud, well at least she sub-vocalised her thoughts, to try and make things more clear. The trouble was, she had no idea at all where to start. So far, she had always been encased in the suit already when she'd got a reaction out of it, but she didn't know how to make it start. It was a good job this was a quiet trail, because Joyce started talking to herself now, hoping that at least something she said would trigger a response. Mind you, she was still nervous that she'd end up trapped inside the thing again, like she had the first time, with no way to get it off. Although it had disappeared while she was asleep, so there was definitely some way to remove it. After walking for another half an hour she was no nearer working this out than she'd been this morning, and she felt so useless. "What I need," she said to herself, "is a user manual. Come on you half baked excuse for a fancy dress costume, show me how to make the stupid suit work." As always, there was no response, and now she had a headache coming on. Well, a dull tingle really, at the back of her neck, like the slight vibration you get inside a car when the engine's idling. No, that wasn't it, not an engine, it had too much variation to be that, it was more like a radio playing in another room, where you couldn't quite hear it. Just then, she came out into a large clearing, so she went over to a fallen tree on the edge, sat down, and took a couple of painkillers from her pack, washing them down with water from her canteen. She decided to rest for a while till the tablets kicked in, sitting in the warm sun, and soaking up the quiet atmosphere. Now that she wasn't walking through the woods, brushing against trees, and swishing through the grass, a small birdsong could be heard, off to one side. Joyce could also distinguish crickets in the grass, some bees feeding in a stand of bright blue flowers, and the breeze stirring the leaves high above her. That nagging ache in her neck also had a sound to it, now that she listened, so subdued that she couldn't make out any patterns, other than it was more like speech than music. Nothing was recognisable to her, it just sounded foreign, like Chinese, maybe a bit like that visor this morning, but it was too soft to make out properly. "I could do with some earphones," she said out loud, and seconds later she felt a buzz on her neck, like a cell phone on vibrate, then a warm touch on her skin. Her hands reached up to the side of her neck, and she could feel the surface of the suit, but it was really small, like a wire, then it reached her ears, and thickened up just inside them. "Shit!," she said, "Earphones. So it is voice activated." "Earphones" repeated the speakers in her ears, in an atrocious accent, then a dozen other words she didn't understand. She was positive it was the suit doing this, as it was identical to the visor, so she started repeating any words that she recognised. Then the voice repeated those she'd identified, just like before, but without the sexual stimulation, which she felt sad about, though she realised that it would probably have been too much of a distraction. After ten minutes she'd picked out about a dozen words, most of them were random, but the three most likely were, Malfunction, Repair, and Scanning, which she assumed meant there was something wrong with the suit. She asked what the malfunction was, but recognised nothing in the answer. Asking what it was repairing was even worse, getting her a lot more words she didn't know the meaning of. When she asked what it was scanning, the results were better, even though she still didn't recognise any of the first part, which she assumed was the suit's explanation in its native language. What did pay off, was when it then switched on what it was scanning. A local radio station played for ten seconds, then another and another, all different styles of music, talk shows, even adverts, were being scanned, so it must be picking up thousands of words. So why were there so few of them when the suit gave its explanations? It must be a lack of understanding, like Joyce listening to a Chinese radio station, then trying to explain that she was thirsty, in Chinese. She wouldn't know which word to use for drink, or water. What she needed would be pictures, like television, so if the suit was scanning radio stations, maybe it could scan TV stations as well. So how do you ask a Chinese man to turn on the television when you don't speak Chinese, and he doesn't speak English. When she'd worn the visor before, it must have been an active response to something she'd said, or muttered when she was thinking out loud, so that's what she tried, asking the suit to show her what it was scanning. Nothing! This was obviously going to be a trial and error exercise, so she rephrased her question with as many variations as she could think of until she felt the visor being wrapped round her head again. It still made her panic to be enclosed like this, her hands making an instinctive grab for the visor, but this time she held it gently, feeling the warm material move under her fingers. It was easier when the screens activated, as it removed the sense of being blinded, but all the display showed was a stream of numbers across the top, and an audio visualisation, like a voice analyser. What she needed now was to get the suit to scan for TV stations, so she tried asking it to search for television, pictures, images, photograph, film, movie, video, as many variations as she could think of again. It was working to some extent, because the channel kept changing to sections of talking that had the same words she was saying, so at least it was responding to her. What she needed was a channel that would show her something like news footage. As soon as she said it, the display changed to the local TV news station, then a second one, and another, and another, changing every ten seconds, but they mostly showed the newsreader, or shots of other people. She needed to stay on one channel for longer, and change them when she wanted to, so that she could separate out individual objects, and translate them for this infuriating machine. "Show me CNN News," said Joyce, and immediately the channel on the monitor changed to CNN, and stayed there, running through all the current news stories. She then tried CBS News, Fox News, and finally Star Trek, one of her favourite shows, all with the same success. She changed back to Fox News, and started naming some of the objects that came up on the screen, car, train, money, power station, each of them being repeated in her ear by the visor. Then a story came on the screen about the police looking for a girl who'd gone missing in the woods, and her body had been found by hikers this morning. Suddenly Joyce realised that she'd been sat here, in the middle of the woods, for ages, playing with the suit controls, and she'd no idea what was going on around her. She reached up to take the visor off, and met with the same problem she'd had before, it wouldn't budge. This was not good. Anyone could walk up on her, and she wouldn't even know they were there till she was tied up, stripped, and raped again, like she'd been only a few days ago. Everywhere she turned her head, she could see the news displayed on the visor, and she began frantically asking the suit to show her the immediate surroundings, outside, the woods, whatever she could think of. "Show location," was the one that finally worked, though it was displaying a map with a lot of trees, with three trails winding through them, one of which ended at a river, and had a flashing red dot on it. She assumed the dot was her, or more likely the suit itself, but then she saw some more red markers on the edge of the display, at the tree line just past where her trail started. She could see them moving slowly along the line of trees, where she remembered the original trail had gone, so she was seeing an actual display of people on the map, and there was no-one anywhere near her. With at least the immediate danger gone, she now had some time to work out how to get this damn thing off her head. After her previous success with controlling the suit, well sort of, she began to repeat various combinations of commands till "Remove visor," worked, and the whole construction began to peel backwards over her ears. Joyce put her hands to the back of her head, and she could feel the suit moving under her fingers, but it wasn't piling up there, it just seemed to disappear till it was completely gone. The only sign it had ever been there was a tingling sensation at the base of her skull, not just on the surface, but a couple of inches inside her head as well. Now the visor was gone, she could see her surroundings again, everything looked clear, and safe, but she was wary of doing anymore tests out here, so she put her backpack on, and continued her walk. She'd save her testing till she was back in the cabin, with the door locked, and the drapes closed. She walked for another couple of hours till the trail ended at a small waterfall, with a shallow pool at its base, and a wide, grassy clearing, just as the guy at the camp site had said. The whole area was in full sun, and with the waterfall south facing, it probably caught the sun all day, which explained why it was so warm here. Joyce sat on the grass, her back against a boulder, and ate her lunch, enjoying the sound of cascading water, and the bird song, watching as some of them came down to drink from the clear pool. The sun was hot on her skin, and she would have loved to sunbathe for a while, but the last time she'd tried that, she'd been attacked. Well, at least she could check if anyone was in the area, "Show location," she said, and the visor wrapped round her head, displaying the map as before, her red dot in the centre, a set of markers to the east, another set to the west, and a set of 3 dots to the north, which looked to be on her trail. "Show range," she said, and green lines joined all the other groups to hers, with Chinese symbols on each line. "Show range in miles," she said, and there was now a long delay, `Scanning' showing on the display, then all the symbols changed to English, and she could read them. The east group were 15 miles away, the west group 23 miles away, and the northern group were 10 miles away, so it would be a couple of hours before they got near her. "Remove visor," Joyce said, and was pleased to feel it disappear behind her head again, so she seemed to have at least some control over the suit. She took off her walking boots and socks, her pants and shirt, then laid out on the soft grass in her bra and panties, squirming as the sun's rays warmed her bare skin. She set the alarm on her watch for an hour's time, just in case she fell asleep, then closed her eyes, and relaxed her body, but her mind was still trying to work out what was happening with this strange suit thing. After about 30 minutes, she heard something moving in the undergrowth, and she was instantly alert, looking round her, then off to her left, a huge bear burst through the bushes. The animal stopped in its tracks, probably as shocked as Joyce was to find someone else in the woods, but while Joyce kept quiet, the bear let out a loud roar, then started running towards her. She could feel her heart pounding as she struggled to her feet, looking for which way she could run, and was just about to turn when she felt the suit begin to wrap round her body again. It seemed as if the big bear was now running in slow motion, as Joyce noticed the armour had already covered her chest, arms and legs, with shoes and gloves just forming, then the helmet wrapping round her head. Just when the bear was almost upon her, Joyce sidestepped, with unexpected agility, and the animals sharp claws slashed out at her, catching her upper left arm, and knocking her off balance. She rolled into the fall, then was on her feet in seconds, facing the bear as he struggled to halt his headlong charge, when she felt a searing pain in her crotch. The dildo inside the suit had been forced into her pussy, and she felt it tearing through her newly repaired hymen, going right up to her cervix, then expanding like it had before, till she thought she'd be split open. Quickly, the pain died down, and looking at her arm, expecting to see it ripped open, she saw instead four shallow grooves in the suit, one of them with a broken bear's claw embedded in it. The animal turned to attack again, and as she sidestepped the charge this time, she caught its shoulder with the long blades that stuck out of the suit's elbow, and the bear howled as it ran off into the woods. Joyce stood in the middle of the clearing, panting from the sudden exertion, her heart racing as she stared after the retreating bear, surprisingly grateful for having this remarkable suit, which had obviously saved her life. As she calmed down, she realised that she was once more fully encased in body armour, and she didn't know with any certainty how to remove it. She looked at the damage to her left arm, and noticed the surface moving slightly, then realised the grooves from the bear's claws were filling up. The suit was repairing itself! Then the claw which was embedded began to bend over, and she could see that the suit was actually pushing it out, till it had dropped to the floor. She had survived a bear attack, with no apparent harm, other than an ache deep between her legs, which focused her attention to that part of her body. Tensing her pelvic floor, a sharp stab of pain in her pussy made her realise that when the suit had been wrapped round her, it had inserted the two large dildoes into her pussy and ass, just like it had the first time. The problem was, after she'd been raped the other day, the suit had somehow repaired her hymen, restoring her virginity, but now it had broken her cherry again, and she realised that it was actually quite painful, but she'd been too occupied before to notice very much. As she walked over to where her clothes and backpack were, the two shafts inside her moved about, and she began to get aroused by the penetration. She felt the suit shifting in her crotch, pushing along her slit, up to her clitoris, then it seemed to surround her quickly hardening shaft, pulsing against it. Her clit started to tingle, as if electricity were coursing into the erect flesh, then her sexual excitement blocked out the pain in her pussy. After a few seconds the breastplate began to move against her tits, and she could feel her nipples tingling, just like her clit was, but the intensity was going much higher, almost becoming painful. She realised the suit was stimulating her to mask the discomfort of having her pussy ripped open, but she didn't care, it felt so good. The tingling started to alternate between her pussy and her breasts, building up in one area as it decreased in the other, switching her attention in a wildly distracting fashion, but steadily building up an orgasm in her belly. She dropped to her knees, clutching her crotch and chest, but she felt nothing through the gloves and the suit covering her. She was helpless to resist as the suit played a shattering climax over her sealed body, leaving her writhing on the forest floor, with the two dildoes now adding to her delicious torment. She could feel them retract, then drive into her again as the power to her nipples and clit peaked, each of the shafts getting fatter, pushing deeper with each thrust. When she finally came down from her sexual high, she tried to get the suit off, not by force as she'd done yesterday; she knew that wouldn't work, but trying different spoken commands. She wasn't speaking normally, but rather she was sub-vocalising, as if thinking out loud, taking notice of which commands were not working. At last, "I want this suit off." was the one that worked, the helmet peeling back first, then the rest of the armour, in what seemed to be the reverse order of how she remembered it wrapping round her earlier. Whatever it was doing seemed to be concentrated at the back of her neck, near the base of her skull, which tingled maddeningly throughout the process, but Joyce had no idea where the sheer volume of the suit had disappeared to. Finally she was left standing completely naked, her bra and panties having vanished, but when she turned round they were laid on the floor behind her, presenting another mystery for her to ponder. Right now, though, she needed to get dressed, and back to the safety of her cabin. This whole affair was far too changeable to be out here in the open, even though she'd enjoyed her hike, so she took her things, and headed back, her mind racing, but trying not to say anything which might trigger that futuristic suit. ***************** When the host became active again, the Guyver unit remained at rest, in the background, monitoring the host's bodily functions, comparing them to the historic records it held, and updating internal databases. At one point the host had been heating some of the things it had removed from its storage container, when the unit detected a rise in the power output, seemingly connected to increasing sensations from the surface nerve points. Heated liquid from the process was being ejected; striking the host's skin, and triggering an endorphin increase, enhanced brain activity, and finally what looked like a sexual response. The host made no effort to rectify the situation, but rather sought to increase the external stimulation to more sensitive areas. Later the Guyver monitored an interaction with another creature similar to the host, the differences being identified as gender based, and the exchange seemed to concern the local terrain, as a small map was provided to the host before she started moving away from her current location. While the discussion was underway inside the structure, the unit detected other voices, tracking them down to a communication device against the wall, which was outputting a stream of conversation, interspersed with modulated harmonics. Closer monitoring identified a carrier wave that the device was picking up, then using it to reproduce the audio output. Bringing several of its detector circuits online, the Guyver picked out the signal from inside the unit, tracked it to a broadcast stream, then varied the monitored frequencies to discover thousands of similar streams. They were all very weak, carrying an unintelligible data stream, mostly in analogue waveform, though there were some digital streams as well. The unit recognised several pieces of data that matched words spoken by the host, assuming this could create a language database to aid communication, and began a building process, monitoring several data streams as source information. After the host had been walking for some time, it began speaking, even though there was no-one else nearby, but the unit couldn't understand what it was saying, even though it recognised many of the individual words from the language database it was building. What it needed was a primer to allow it to cross-reference the host's language to one of the other's that the unit knew. When the host said the phrase "user manual", the Guyver recognised it from the previous day, when the host studied a document about the food heating device in its shelter. While the text had been unintelligible, it apparently gave instructions that enabled the host to make the device work properly. Accessing the training information it used with previous hosts, the unit began to stream them as sub-dermal audio, running through the basic operating procedures for the bio-suit. The host seemed to take no notice, and just kept on walking. The appearance of a clearing in the woods signalled a halt, while the host took on some liquid, and several small tablets, sitting down to rest, and apparently listen to the background sounds of the woods. After a few minutes, the host said "earphones", and the Guyver translated this to a small listening device the host had used previously. It now deployed a thin communication line along both sides of the head, terminating them in the ear cavity, with small speakers that relayed the information it had streamed by the sub-dermal connection. When the host repeated the word "earphones" in its next stream, the unit copied it back, then explained that they had been deployed in response to the host's request, but there were no further signs of understanding. The unit resumed its previous delivery of basic suit operating information, along with status reports, and current projects, trying where ever possible to include words from the current language database, though there were pitifully few of them. Every so often the host would pick out a word and repeat it, the unit would respond to say the match was noted, and then it continued. When the host identified "Malfunction", the Guyver explained the current operating problems, but got no response back. The report on "Repair" was similarly not understood, as it too was a very technical subject, with little correlation to the host language. The term "Scanning" was a much easier report to present, as it mostly consisted of relaying to the host each audio stream that was being sampled, along with the associated statistics. The host began speaking again, but there was no connection to the current report, until it asked for the visor, which the unit immediately deployed, then displayed the information visually. The Guyver tracked the next portion of interaction by switching data streams to ones that contained the words the host was asking for. When the host requested "news footage", the unit linked it to a much more complex series of data broadcasts, that were heavily loaded with visual elements. These streams seemed to interest the host much more, as the unit could easily detect increases in brain activity, heart rate, breathing, and eye movement. It switched to a single channel, "CNN News", when the host requested it. The Guyver had identified the host's recent voice patterns, and catalogued this sequence as stating a specific requirement. Several other requests followed, with each broadcast being studied for a few minutes, much longer than the unit had been presenting them before. One stream was left on display constantly, and the host began to relate specific words each time an image changed, the word also being included in the audio stream, somewhere near the displayed image. Most of the objects presented were fairly easy for the unit to identify, and with the host supplying the native words, the language database was now growing quite well. One of the image sequences was presented in its entirety without a single word from the host, although it's bodily functions began to rise, including the stress levels that the unit had included in its basic monitoring program. Taking hold of the visor, the host began to apply pressure to it, while it ran through an extended sequence of random words, some of which the unit recognised, and displayed, but none of which made any sense. The request "Show Location" triggered a topographical display of the surrounding area, showing the terrain, and the nearest groups of others like the host. Tracking data indicated that it would be several hours before any of the groups would reach this vicinity, if they changed direction, but most of them were not on an intercept course. Following a request to remove the visor, the unit initiated deconstruction back into the base of the skull, which the host seemed to track with its hands on the outside, but not the redistributing of the material back to the sub-dimensional storage. The host now resumed walking till it found another clearing, where it stopped to eat, and rest for a while, before requesting a location display once more. It asked for range data, then a configuration change to "mile" units, which took the Guyver a while to identify and recalculate, changing the display to suit. Asking for the visor to be removed, the host then took off most of its outer clothing, laid down on the soft ground, and began to go into stand-by mode for most body functions, although brain activity remained quite high. After a short while, the Guyver detected a native animal suddenly come into close range, and a detailed scan revealed the entrance to a deep cave, which had shielded the animal until now. As it approached their position, though still hidden by the trees, the unit began to stimulate the host's adrenaline system till it could detect the animal's approach. Monitoring the rising anxiety levels, and the approach rate of the animal, the unit waited for the command to bring the bio-suit into play, but when it wasn't forthcoming at the critical point, the unit deployed the armour automatically. The host managed to easily evade the animals first attack, and the Guyver unit monitored the host body drawing energy from the reserves, as her strength and reflexes were enhanced. It was satisfying to receive confirmation that the symbiosis had in fact worked, as this greatly improved the unit's chances of survival. Damage to the armour had been minimal, just surface abrasion to one arm, but it indicated a need to increase shield output. On the second attack, the host managed to inflict an injury on the animal, whereupon it retreated into the woods, and the battle was over. The Guyver felt a sense of elation at beating off an enemy after so great a time of inactivity, noticing banks of control circuits that it had almost forgotten, becoming active once more, and power rippling through its being. It was a matter of moments to repair the damage to the armour, and as the host walked over towards her belongings; the unit felt the muscles tense up around the lower anchor points, detecting some minor tissue damage that it logged for later repair. Energy output from the host gradually began to rise, unexpectedly, which the unit identified as being triggered from the pleasure centres, so it deployed the reward mechanism. Firstly it stimulated the erect sensory organ between the host's legs, and then activated the reward system in the breastplate, varying the output randomly, but with an overall increase. As the host's power output increased in line with the sexual arousal, the unit started to drive the lower anchor points in and out of the passageways, until the host lost all major motor control, and fell to the ground. Analysing the power storage statistics, the Guyver calculated that initiating the pleasure reward system on a regular basis, such as twice a day, would take 150 days to replenish the existing storage capacity, without having to use the bio-armour in any large battle scenarios. There would be a small power usage for maintenance, as well as several vital modifications the unit had identified as necessary to the host's basic structure, and control systems, which would improve its overall efficiency. Shortly after the host recovered, it began speaking again, eventually ordering "suit off", at which the Guyver initiated deconstruction of the armour back into storage, and retrieved the host's original clothing from the sub-dimension. The host then dressed, and set off back towards the shelter she had inhabited for the last few days, remaining uncharacteristically quiet, although her brain activity was quite high. ***************** Footer :- This story is fantasy, not based on any real events, and should not be re- enacted in any way. If you, the reader, do not know the difference between reality and fantasy, then leave now, and seek urgent medical help. Feedback, and constructive criticism, is very welcome via mykatiekittykat at yahoo dot com Continued in part 2 *****************