Panam Palmer enjoys some stringently hot and kinky latex bondage. Images and idea by HiddenRender

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Panam Palmer kept making these pathetic little noises. Agnes wouldn't have it any other way. Agnes Dei, notorious Nomad badlander - buff, heavily cybered, and autocratic - kept pinching that little tube shut for JUUUST long enough to make Panam really beg and panic…

She had been texting V for an hour for help, but she got left on read. Assuming her sniper rifle and skills could deal with a bunch of Raffen, she staked out a motel in the baldands and got to work. Ten minutes later, they were sticking her on a conveyor belt and throwing the lever.

Panam came out PERFECTLY packed after a quick trip through an industrial vac-sealer, one that had made sure to give the creature it detected a Fat ballgag with a breathing tube just big enough to keep her going. The vac-bag was a bit small though, so her arms and legs were brutally folded, her body so cruelly shrunk. And that was before the sun!

The bastards hauled the squirming, squeaking, swearing Panam to the bed of a motel room and threw her on top. She was packed like meat, she was going to get treated like it. It was too dangerous to move her during the day, so they agreed to wait for nightfall. God, it was absolutely sweltering, positively exhausting. Just moving was harder as she  felt herself practically baking in the sun. Protected by the incredibly snug rubber vac-seal, of course, from ever burning but that was small comfort as she thrashed and moaned. It was absolute torture. 

She groaned deeply into the gag, but her loud moans of anger just came across as cute little mewls. She could feel herself drenched in sweat from all the futile struggling. It was like a sauna, except there was no escape. The poor nomad desperately sucked in air through the tiny tube that provided her with oxygen, enduring her cramped torment in silent agony, barely able to squeal. Her folded muscles ached from the constant strain, while the stifling heat surrounding her threated to suffocate her.

Trapped in this hellish confinement, Panam's only hope now was that V would eventually come looking for her, preferably before the Shiv’s transport arrived to take her away and subject her to even worse predicaments. They took their sweet time describing them too, and eventually, even showing them! 

Agnes, their leader, dragged in a big crate. "Come sundown, you go in here, Miss Palmer - and get taken away to your new life. Pretty exciting, isn't it?"

Panam was SWEATING, and it wasn't just the terror of being hauled away and used. It was the god damn sun, the heat... they'd stuck her, very carefully, in the path of the sun through the shades and it was getting the nomad absolutely steamed.

She was arching her back and twitching, so god damn hot, so stretched. She felt her inner thighs quiver every time one of them got close until they finally left for a cruel hour to let her wheeze and huff alone. Panam inhaled deep lungfuls of air as best she could, because she knew they'd have fun taking turns pinching it shut when they got back... 

It was almost worse. Her head was spinning when they put her on her belly, ass up, curves visible, and took turns flicking ice cubes on the small of her back. She could feel her body practically vibrating at the feeling of it, and the boys were just grinning.

She was light enough to move like a real object (not a girl, not a fearsome elite solo) with her body barely able to resist being rolled. The thick curve of her ass stood out, high and glistening, the vac-seal making her look even more obscene from this angle. She was practically ‘presenting,’ as it had been known in the animal world. It didn't take long for the first smack to land.

THHHHHWACK

While she lay there, back arched from the seal’s tight cling, STINGING cheeks, she squealed like an animal. And at that moment she felt another set of hands pressed down on the small of her back. , steadying her. Fingers grabbed at her thighs, her hips, her sealed rear, feeling up every curve through the stretched rubber. They groped her shamelessly, kneading and squeezing like she was a doll at the store (before resuming with a merciless series of whacks again!)

"I'm thinking we get her boxed up in a bit, right? Sooner we get her back to our hideout, the sooner we can have some fun."

"Not quite yet," the leader said. "There's just a little more sun left. Get that mirror. I want this gonk to see herself before we get the bitch boxed up!” 

Panam tried to move. Nothing gave. Not her fingers. Not her shoulders. She fought for just a flicker of movement and, oh god, it took all her strength to just open one swollen eyelid. That was her, all right, that twitching, sweaty bundle of meat! Panam made loud nbggghh huuuuunggh noises through gagged, sweating lips as she saw the box, her horrible fate, propped up on the wall. And that’s when she saw herself, packed and sealed and folded up, and knew that escape was already quite impossible…!

The mirror was angled juuuust so. Her eyes locked onto her reflection, and for a moment she couldn't even believe that thing was her. The gleam of the vac-seal clung to her like a second skin, shiny and bulging in all the wrong ways, so tight that she could make out the sweat against it all. She could see the indent where the rubber dug into her skin, where every little seam and fold creased against her, and how the latex molded around the plug of the gag, stretching her lips over her gag.

Several hours of sweltering agony later, the sun finally started getting low. Panam was unceremoniously lifted from the bed, stuffed inside a cargo crate, and placed in the back of her own truck. The Raffen Shiv called in an escort as they prepared to transport the captured nomad back to their hideout. With V still nowhere to be found, Panam could only wail into her gag as the lid was closed onto her and locked shut.