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"I told you, I am stubborn." The right half of Phantom's mouth turned up into a smile. Her hand waved, turning from a straight pose to a casual throw. *No need for any assistance. I'll do it myself. I won't be convinced.*
Staff shrugged and obeyed. If she wanted some alone time, she would get it. It was the same as if she'd asked to be left alone to take care of meetings or personal work; the same response, the same case. Sometimes, she needed to look into things on her own. It could be very meditative.
The basement had a sub-basement. And below the sub-basement were more sub-basements. Artificial light and plastic skies poured over very real trees in the gymnasium; greenery and open spaces in labs matched the aboveground areas. It made getting into or out of the elevator a bit of a surprise; you could go down from the ground level and think you were still on the surface.
That feeling became more claustrophobic in higher security labs and corridors. It was by necessity, though Phantom had certainly lobbied for the maximum possible comfort. Even the rooms with dark walls, dark floors, and glowing strips of guidance still had lots of open air. Even if there was nothing but recycled, processed air to be found. Many a time, infiltrators had found themselves gulping down hypnotics as the air filled with substances to subdue and defeat. Phantom always marveled at how efficient this particular wing performed. Over the past year, three infiltrators had attempted to use it to cross over to medical testing areas. Since then, Phantom had added two new loyal servants to her harem. The third was squeaking in a wall-mounted display case indefinitely.
Corridor 4J featured no such decor. Phantom tapped a finger on her lips as she scanned over the walls. In her mind's eye she saw paths, calculations, variables, volumes, substrates, and long, winding tubes that led to their sources. Pressurized valves and plastic gaskets moved, veins through her corpus of work, the MirageCorp building. She had ventured here to investigate what wasn’t quite a leak, but indicated that something was leaking.
Over the course of the past week, gas had been disappearing off on seven occasions. It started briefly, but increased at a linear rate. Phantom had concluded that this was the result of someone deliberately siphoning off gas. Possibly for 'personal' use, possibly for something more malign. The result and their punishment would vary based on their implementation, but she intended to find the leak and plug it - metaphorically, literally, and personally.
Phantom held her right hand against the wall, tracing the line of piping as she sauntered into the closest junction room. A medical lab, filled with top-notch security, should not be under threat of intrusion.
Dark walls and dark floors; bright glowing lights to denote where to stand and where to go. Bright lights overhead that did a terrific job of showing off all the shines and curves in the room.
Long gurneys and benches. Racks from the ceiling. Quick access to other rooms if needed. Glass windows, behind which staff could watch the goings-on and enjoy themselves.
Mostly empty, it seemed. Phantom turned into the observation room. There was a stillness. No whimsy here. Except for the woman who she saw on the other side of the glass. Phantom rubbed her eyes for a moment. She had JUST entered the booth, who was she and where did she come from?
Phantom was too eager to look closer; she didn't bother trying to talk to her through the safe room. Besides, it looked like this creature was going to be extremely resistant to anything she threw at her - judging by the thick rubber and eager attitude. They were always the most dangerous.
"Heavy" was the word that sprung to mind. Heavy rubber, a little 'heavy metal,' heavy protection. The thickness was apparent from the way she moved; it clung to her skin and made her movements just that little extra bit slower. Moving through what must have been millimeters of unyielding protective rubber had the habit of making you just a little bit less acrobatic.
...but only a bit less so. She really had an aura of grace about her, the squeaking as she waved Phantom over, beckoning her closer. The apparition was more visible and Phantom took the time to carefully and quickly scan over a suit that had clearly been made from MirageCorp materials.
Shiny black contrasting crimson red. Poured over her body, exceedingly tight. Around the arms and legs were gloves and boots so long that they might as well have been a second suit; all the way up to her thighs for her boots, and around her biceps for her arms. They certainly added protection, non-stick surfaces designed to quickly avoid any contaminants - or be easily wiped off should the need arise. The lights of the room caught her shimmering tails as she moved, sending light and glossy reflections everywhere. There were too many exceedingly sexy things to stare at at once.
The mark around her thigh read like a brand, and it indicated that she was a nurse. Most nurses, though, didn't wear heavy bubbler tanks full of air. Nor did they have rubbery wig-versions of their hair above their hood, nor did they have custom suits for fox-ears... and most nurses didn't have mischievous looks that indicated they were up to no good at all. For Phantom, at least.
Phantom's eyes moved over the fox-woman. **Reiko** waved at her. Yes... she was aware of the fox-spirit. She *wasn't* aware that the creature had taken up residence in her labs... wasn't aware until now, that is.
"So. Are you going to pay for all of that gear you've made? Using *my* labs ? Using *my* chemicals?"
Reiko tapped a finger on her chin, thinking. "Hmm... you mean like *these* chemicals?"
She moved a finger over a strange glass beaker on a workbench, filled with pinkish fluid. Phantom's eyes narrowed.
So did Reiko's. When she knocked it off the table, Phantom's eyes went wide but Reiko stayed mischievous. Even behind the gas mask, Phantom detected a smirk.
The container shattered and alarms blared even before Phantom realized the contamination in the room. And by that moment, it was too late.
⚠ LAB LEAK DETECTED. PLEASE REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE. ⚠
Phantom spent about one second moving away before the lab's security - security that she had insisted on installing - took care of her.
Scanners inside the room detected every thermal presence, signature, and entity in the room. A three-dimensional representation of the hazard and entities within indicated that the one identified as “VISITOR_A” (Phantom) had no proper equipment to protect against a hazard, and needed to be ‘made safe’ within four seconds, before contamination could occur.
K-CHUUNK. Phantom was thrown to the floor as a perfect seam of black tile opened, revealing a cushioned recess. In the event of an atmospheric breach, staff were to be… packed inside them, kept safe from any contaminants and quickly flushed and cleaned. Phantom herself had approved the schematics. She’d even designed a few elements. Like the way that it was designed to grab staff, “help” them into the hatch, then close with a heat-sealed vacuum layer. The floor could even close up, hiding them from any further ‘danger,’ regardless of the atmospheric breach.
The system is working. Phantom smiled as she saw it deploy. At least her toys worked well. Tendrils of heavy, dark-grey synthetic webbing erupted from the recess lining, guided by a series of sensors that had locked on to Phantom seconds ago. They made a sound like a broken tape recorder that had been left on, a flapping plasticky sound as they whipped through the air, grabbed her, and hauled her back to the hatch.
The first strap snapped around her waist, instantly cinching and stealing her breath. She was swearing by the time the second grabbed her. Her own reflexes had been the test model to teach the machinery how to grab a human, cradling them, and carefully (not-so-gently) taking them back home. Her own momentum was a tool, and as she leaned the top half back, the bottom half was tugged by two more tendrils - one at each thigh - that dragged her towards the hatch. There wasn’t even time for the normally very fun kicking and screaming.
Phantom hit the high-density padding of the unit with a jarring thud that you only get when a heavy object hits something and sticks there. She was on her back, staring up at the bright, unflinching laboratory lights. She winced for a moment. Nearly four seconds had passed.
Restraints continued to deploy. Two on each ankle first, then two more on her wrists. She did manage a good thrashing, and managed to get one arm up to call for help before it was brought back down to her side. It was quite pointless, really; every time she moved, she was just giving the machine a chance to tighten up. It would find every way to get her restrained and employ them; it would be certain to give her slack so it could choke up. It was rather affectionate, in a way; she was enjoying her own designs. Non-yielding lockdown held her so nicely that she forgot about the latex sheeting.
The directrix arched her back and clawed at the foam beneath her body. She coiled up like a serpent before letting it all out to try to get a few more inches of movement. The motors beneath the floor barely whined, and when she’d spent herself, they simply drew her back in. The tensile strength she’d approved would have kept someone six times her strength in place. And if that wasn’t enough?
SHWEEEEET
A vacuum seal extended from her feet and hovered menacingly over top of her. The lights were blotted out. She braced herself.
FFFFKOOOM
It planted down. Air rapidly began to extract from between the crash couch and the air above. Black polymer sucked against Phantom’s face. Air sucked from lungs. Pressure, sweet and cute and full of energy from someone nearby, outside the polymer shell, touching her. Basking and bathing, knowing that the poor rubber-sealed slave beneath is desperate in new and many exciting, taboo ways.
Phantom huffed, though the air didn’t go anywhere. The surprise at the visitor and the sweet breath of fresh air made all the sweeter by the feeling of fingers on her rubber-sealed lips. It was enough to keep her from passing out from the inserted gas inside the vacuum seal but that just made it ‘worse’ - she was fully awake and aware when the vacbed opened up again.
The rubber nurse, the latex-loving fox, leaned down and joined her on the restraint bed. She was sharing space, sharing her scent (which was of course thick, intense rubber and perfumed lavender gas.) Sharing flavor and sharing the hot, cloying, rubbery feeling of a nurse tenderly taking care of you. Phantom’s world was squeaks and impossible pressure-pleasure at the feeling; the touch of the nurse gently rubbing Phantom face.
The gloves, in 1mm thick rubber, like much of the rest of her suit, were stiff but the wearer knew how to stay tactile. Enough so to hold down Phantom’s face and slip a mask over. Phantom did her best to shake her head “No, PLEASE! ANYTHING! Get OFF, please, I’ll do ANYTHING But-”
Reiko, lying next to her, secured a heavily modified S7 gas mask over her head. It lacked the rubber hoods that Phantom so adored, but that could obviously come later. The inside mated to her mouth, with an internal plug that slipped past Phantom’s pleading, eager-to-fill lips and into her mouth. The ‘expanded drinking port’ worked like a plug gag and did a nice job of quieting the Directrix down for a bit while Reiko could watch.
Reiko screwed a long breathing tube into the gas mask’s inlet valve. She had the flow down low at first, and Phantom started to struggle with her breathing. She couldn’t inhale, could barely exhale, and certainly felt nothing but growing panic and needy lungs. Phantom didn’t need oxygen to maintain, but the sensations of having her breath controlled were… intense regardless. Efforts to suck in air just sucked the gas mask up tighter against her face. She started to struggle (as if she wasn’t before!) and it was quite a hot scene. Reiko watched closely, seeing Phantom’s body shudder with primal fear and unnatural need; the feeling of lust mixing with fear and arousal with danger. She wasn’t cruel but she did so enjoy watching Phantom struggle and squirm. Time for the next phase; she twisted the valve on the other end and air flowed into the mask… and then, soon, a pinkish gas. The building surge of desire made her toes curl, and she finally had the moment to stare at the heavy rubber fox lying next to her.
The original lens was tinted slightly, and this version was practically unbreakable as well as offering a very nice view of the pink gas that was rapidly filling the mask. Staring upwards, Phantom began to see halo rings of light and feel her head getting lighter, pinker, fluffier, needier too. Reiko patted her on the head once, then held her gingerly as she adjusted the mask; didn’t want any further lab leaks, after all.
Straps were tightened carefully; the back of the head was clicked into place with a louder-than-normal CLICK indicating a good and sturdy lock. The eyes of the captive stared at Reiko’s; from one masked captive to a masked mistress, though in the reverse of the usual places. Her eyes started to roll back slightly and Phantom gripped and grabbed, twitching her fingers, at the padding below her. If she had been able to, she’d have kicked her legs- but that’s what the straps were for.
Reiko pressed a button, and the gas flow increased. There was now a loud hum in the air; a kind of finality now that the period for begging was over, though struggle was just beginning. Phantom couldn’t move her head, her legs, her chest, her arms. Sealed in tight straps like a test subject (her own test subject, in a way) and hot. Was it the room, or was she starting to sweat? Reiko brushed away the beads of moisture on the forehead of her ‘patient’ and nestled in closer. Phantom’s mind was starting to stumble into a pool of arousing, misty, hazy lust; she was waist deep and starting to sink. She couldn’t see the bottom, nor the top. Every time she twisted, she was rubbing against Reiko; every time she twitched, she felt the straps pull her back down. She wasn’t sure when it had happened, but the gas and bondage had slowly massaged away her resistance and left her teetering on the edge of surrender to heavy rubber bondage and careful attention from her new captive.
Reiko was unsure whether to tuck Phantom in for a nice long session of ‘stimulating’ gas, or if she’d want to lay here for a while. But judging by the glassy look in Phantom’s eyes, the Directrix had little say in it. The nurse smiled behind extreme rubber and brought a hand over Phantom’s chest. All mine, she thought… all mine.
