Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... so when she explained her need for feedback, Div increased its size, and moved its position to be more in her field of view. She couldn’t believe she was running through a forest at thirty five miles an hour, and keeping her breathing at a high, but comfortable level. As she turned into the firebreak at the designated point, she told the Guyver to “Set for Pursuit”, feeling the shift in the weight of the suit, then the increase in foot turnover as the legs picked up more power. An inset in the display now showed that she would still be seven miles away when the rapist reached the camp site, and the thought of what would happen to those girls set her heart pumping adrenaline through her system. As she stepped up her pace, seeing fifty five mph on the display, feeling the power rippling around her legs, Joyce felt her inner self merge with the Guyver. She was no longer a girl inside a suit of armour, she WAS the suit; they WERE the Guyver; raw, unstoppable power that was under perfect control. She no longer had to move her legs to keep up the pace, that was not the way she performed in a race, she focused on the finish line, and being in front of the other competitors. In this case only one, a red dot in a display, intersecting the wrong side of her position, and she asked Div to put them both on the same line, side by side, as if she were chasing him down. Joyce no longer noticed the speed indicator passing sixty, sixty five, seventy, she saw only the Guyver with a green dot ...

... on it, closing on the back of a cruel rapist marked in red. She could see his face, smell his sweat, hear his breath gasping from his lungs as she cruised comfortably past him, widening the gap as she kept up this unbelievable pace. Within minutes she was approaching the place their paths would cross, and dropped her speed as she neared the tree line across the fire break from where her quarry would appear. She had already discussed tactics with Div, agreeing that her biggest disadvantage was a lack of experience with the suit’s weaponry, which could easily turn a well-armed rapist into a hole in the ground. Despite Div’s persuasive demand that this was a suitable application of justice in this case, it didn’t sit well with Joyce to assume the role of executioner, so she wanted less drastic actions. They were still six miles away from the girl scouts, so she would get several attempts to subdue the man, and Div was confident that at the very least they could either drive or lure him away from the girls. Joyce set the suit to battle mode, and got Div to configure its appearance to resemble a somewhat bulky police SWAT uniform, with full helmet and visor, and an M16 assault rifle that actually fired laser projected force pellets. She took position by a small bush to provide cover, along with a suit camouflage colourisation, and waited till her target had walked to the middle of the fire break, leaving him without cover. Changing the suit to black as she stood, Joyce demanded ...