Sarah's new socks seem to have an infinite battery life. Rings of electric light move up from her feet, through the sleek fabric tightly hugging her skin up to her thighs. They fit snug around a body that no longer contains a working mind - Sarah's body. Naked since the last signals from her dying mind lost the fight against new programmed instructions to strip that were being transmitted directly from fabric to skin. Resting contently on a velvet sofa, having been posed so sexily by its new owner. Awaiting to be used. Fucked.

Sarah had been surprised and delighted by Delilah's gift. She had never seen clothing so futuristic in her life. How was it glowing, pulsating like that? It had no obvious battery, seemingly no wiring. When she asked Delilah, Delilah remained as secretive as ever. "Try them on", Sarah's so-called friend suggested. That was a week ago. No one knew where Sarah had been except Delilah. She was keeping her new toy all to herself in her Upper Eastside penthouse. Fucking that sweet body over and over again as it followed her exact desires. Sooner or later, the people Delilah was in contact with would come to take Sarah away for her new purpose - as a gift for a corrupted politician or CEO. But for now, Delilah had two weeks to test Sarah in all positions and settings before certifying her as ready for deployment.

Sarah's cunt now faithfully tightened around Delilah's strap-on. She licked the sweet chapstick off Sarah's unresisting lips as she fucked Sarah's body. Delilah edged to climax for the third time this afternoon. After taking a minute to catch her breath, Delilah's gym-toned body was more than ready to have another go after flipping Sarah over. Somewhere in that empty head, in a corner left untouched by the signals coursing through her body in sync with each pulse of light wrapped around her legs, the old levers of arousal still functioned. Sarah still knew what it was like to be fucked, but not much else.