A commission drawn by :deviantusagiforehead: and starring Elizabeth "Liz" Jong the sometime-biker gal and full-time leatherslave character that belongs to :iconjacketfreak: .  

Long ago, in a distant land, :deviantjacketfreak: drew Phantom making a special delivery. I've been following him for a long time and I've been meaning to get him back for such a fun cameo, and once he showed off his character Liz (complete with a dark, spooky and rubbery backstory!) I decided the time was right. Major props to UsagiForehead for drawing this piece and making some suggested changes, and to JacketFreak for sharing his art and photos. 

You can find individual versions of the combined image here: sta.sh/21a8261cizj9?edit=1 and also check out the original concept, wherein Liz was in naturally-colored beige rubber instead. sta.sh/2kfjbvs5jwo

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She heaved. Every breath was difficult, but her body and mind refused to fall unconscious. She wasn't sure what would happen if she did. It was a difficult process; Liz had to actively remind herself to keep inhaling and exhaling. It was difficult because every fiber of her body screamed out in lustful, blissful, sensual agony. 

The gas mask was almost comforting at first. When MirageCorp rented her out as a test subject, it seemed like it was going to be there for safety purposes. But now it was clear that it was to keep her captors safe - not her. Every breath was a massive dose of "S-Gas," a strange miasma of drugs and aphrodisiacs. It made her mind cloudy. It made her body ache for pleasure and penetration. It made her eyes roll back in stilted, stifled arousal. She wasn't sure if it was intentional, but the straps around her waist were crushingly tight, as was the posture collar. It certainly kept her in the mental state of a captive, as she fought for each breath. 

As the seconds turned to minutes and hours, the testing did change. At times she'd be wheeled into a room with eleven other slaves. At other times she'd be stripped down, the gas tested on her in the buff. She'd have clips clamped over sensitive spots, or forced to watch lurid depictions of savory, sweet, intimate acts. She'd have the mask removed and given a few short moments of fresh air, but always she'd be locked back on , strapped in, and rigged up. Once, her captors played back a tape of her struggles. It was so bizarre and erotic to see herself all tied up, strapped heavily, bound in shining leather and rubber and squirming. She was watching a porno, and she was the star! She wasn't sure if she imagined it, but she thought she overheard her captors discussing uploading the video and test footage to unsavory sites on the internet, spreading around her captivity to the world. It made her blush. It also made her curious if they'd block out her face. She suspected that her gang wouldn't be interested in letting her go anytime soon.

Testing continued with varying versions of the gas and circumstances. One of the most notable involved being removed from her chair, hooded up, and placed in a room with what she was sure was some kind of snake; it had an artificial, rubbery scent and a strange metallic sound. Being grabbed, wrapped, crushed, and sacked up by this bizarre serpentine construct was an experience she didn't want to repeat.

Lucky for Liz, it seemed like that was going to be the last of it. Seemed, at least. She was finally given some time to herself; time to watch a series of screens of her being tormented, tortured, and teased to an endless series of orgasms. If she hadn't already been broken down by the Forsaken Devils, she would have broken there and then. It was a humiliating moment for the black sheep.

When her "contract" was up, she was informed that she'd be strapped back into her chair and placed in an isolated room for pickup by her gang. The chances for freedom were, of course, minimized - both parties had benefitted from using her as a test subject. She was left alone in a small, abandoned room near the gang's hideout. She began to plot an escape when the room began to fill with gas! She detected the familiar smell instantly. Liz salivated and her body grew warm. 

"Your cooperation has been invaluable," said a voice over a hidden speaker. "As a parting gift, we are giving you a sample of our latest aphrodisiac - the results of your beneficent labors and our ingenuity. Breathe deep and savor the fruits of your hard work. Your gang will be here to pick you up... eventually."

Liz lost herself in a horny haze. The squeaking of the leather soon mixed with her gasps and moans of unhinged bliss.