Competition

By the time Doctor Malevolence reached the abandoned cannery on Waterside Avenue, his flash-cloned henchmen had already secured Phantom for his arrival. It had been a simple matter to turn the monochromed cyborg villainess into a helpless captive; triangulate the location of her secret base, disrupt her teleportation machine with adequate amounts of high-density tachyon particles and multi-spectral phased plasma induction, then redirect her transport so she landed in the clutches of his goons, each armed with enough sedatives, stunning directed-energy weapons and paralysing nanobots to render even someone of her power unconscious. Simple, really.

Now, the diabolical scientist could lean back and gloat as Phantom was dragged before him, her shiny latex boots being scuffed and dirtied along the filthy floorboards. Powerful steel manacles secured her wrists behind her back, while a thick leather plug gag filled her mouth, rendering her unable to call for help. Then again, she was Phantom, one of the most proud and beautiful villains to ever plot for world domination. Screaming for aid was beneath her. Her emerald-green photoreceptors glared dangerously at him, and Malevolence signalled several of his henches to bring forth the next restraint, while others still kept their weapons levelled at her. "So, we meet at last. The mighty Phantom, now brought to heel."

Disappointingly, Phantom did not rise to the bait. "I must commend you, though, assembling an organization as vast and powerful as MIRAGEcorp. It's not every day that a villain manages to achieve the things you do, Phantom. Alas, I feel that MIRAGEcorp would be far more productive in my capable hands. Once you are out of the picture, my administration will be able to move in and take over, unchallenged."

Phantom's retort was lost in the mouth-filling gag. "Now, alas, I must bid you adieu, Phantom. You'll be taken to my secret lair and kept imprisoned until such time as I can focus on you more thoroughly. I am very interested in examining your cybernetic augmentations in greater detail, however. Who knows what new secrets of science I can learn?" he asked, ending it off with a well-practiced evil laugh.

The clones brought forth a new object, and a faint red blush suffused the pale white of her cheeks as she saw that it was a glossy black rubber straitjacket, the outer surface decorated with small metal plugs. The manacles fell away, and her arms were forced into the tight, constraining sleeves of the jacket before being secured through a central loop on the jacket's torso. The clones moved swiftly, tightening and securing the buckles on the back of the jacket so the whole garment adhered to her figure, tightening the torso strap so she couldn't slip her arms free, tightening more straps built into the jacket to bind her upper arms to her sides, tightening the crotchstrap between her legs, tightening and tightening again. Phantom moaned despite herself, the supple feeling of the straitjacket and the sensations of helplessness it produced quite arousing. Experimentally, she flexed her arms against her bondage, but as expected, it was very secure.

It was apparent, though, that Malevolence was not yet done with her. A leather hood descended, cutting off her sight and adhering to her face and eyes as the clones pulled the drawstrings tight. The nodes on the straitjacket activated, and Phantom gave a sudden jerk as waves of pleasure began washing over her. She was hauled to her feet, and the clones began frogmarching her out of there, the click of her heels contrasting the military cadence of her captors.

She was alone and helpless in the hands of her enemies, bound, gagged and being driven mad by the sensation of the pleasure inductors. Her foe was a scientific genius of considerable talent and ruthlessness, and all she had built was in danger of being destroyed.

Behind the gag, Phantom gave a wicked smile. Everything was going according to plan...