Katrina Richter was a brilliant young inventor. She was well known for her innovations and contributions to industries across the board... Until the day she disappeared.

She'd designed a self-sustaining suit for... personal purposes... It was her finest work: a full bodysuit designed to please its wearer for extended periods of time.

Katrina slid into the suit through a slit where a back zipper should be. Shivering with excitement, she pulled the helmet over her head. As the helmet made contact with the suit's neckline, the suit came to life. The slit slowly drew itself closed, fusing into a seamless, inescapable surface. Once sealed, the suit began to tighten around her, never to release her again...

Katrina, unaware of her predicament, had her fun. She stretched and shuddered at the sensation of the tight rubber pulling, rubbing and sliding against her body. The suit's crotch buzzed randomly; Katrina couldn't see it coming and buckled to her knees... a few short buzzes, and then suddenly, a long hard one. Katrina came. She moaned loudly, and her heart sank; she could not hear herself. As the waves of her orgasm subsided, she tried to speak again, but no sound could be heard. The tightened inner rubber layer of her helmet was muffling her... If she could not use her voice, then how could she use the voice-activated release?