Commission drawn by Khayos-Rave

...who also wrote the extremely evil accompanying story! It's carnal, visceral, graphic, and lovely.

The lights were out.
No alarms ringing loud anywhere. The power overcharge managed to put down even the security energy battery, working much better than a regular blackout.
They would find it soon, but won't suspect a thing before it's too late.

The boot was shiny and heavy, arrogantly laying its sole on the back of her head, rubbing and grinding.
"It's over. There is nothing more you can do now... Ex Mistress Phantom."
Amethyst gloated, pressing Phantom's face on the cold metal ground. He was wearing his original uniform, upgraded recently by Phantom as a gift for him, but never managed to do it. Amethyst acted before she could, subduing her.
The mask, always skin-tight and breath-taking, creased at each word he spoke, following the shape of his ever-purple lips.
"From today, i am free. I planned this for so much time, and everything is working according to it. You won't deny my freedom no longer!"
Phantom smiled. Her lipstick smearing the ground of black as she moved her lips to speak. "... i denied you of something else though, weakling."
"... you are right..." Amethyst gasped, his sweat making the suit even more tight and grippy. He tugged at his collar, steaming off the increasing heat. His luminescent eyes gazed down, but not at Phantom for the moment, rather at his erection.
He blushed, thinking how many female agents subdued and humiliated him in fights by handling his member, always erect when facing females in stealth gears. He wondered if he actually ever won a fight with such opponents...
"I'm so horny... you have denied my sexual pleasure for so long... chastity, edging, experiments, tortures, teasing..." he shook his head, but the mini-skirt slipped aside as it wasn't anymore able to hide the erection. "... the last ejaculation i had was in my sleep, and you fed me with it."
"Oh yeah, i remember it so well~ Your helpless, vulnerable and exposed body, all mine to play with... your butt too wasn't spared actually~" Phantom spoke, and Amethyst pressed down harder.
"Enough talking. Now... i will release my seed without interruption. And it will all flow in your mouth..." He threatened, taking off the foot and crouching. His gloved hand grippin on Phantom's jacket, lifting her off of the ground. Even for his slim figure, he was still able of incredible strength deeds, and lifting Phantom up was merely a gesture.
"And you can't do anything to stop me." Amethyst concluded, sliding a finger inside her mouth. Phantom suckled it briefly, before biting down.
"Pathetic weakling... even in your moment of glory, you are weak." she taunted, crossing her arms. "Go on. Have your way with me. If you can."
"OH, I CAN!" repeated Amethyst. "and I WIL... GGKH!" his voice, feminine in nature, turned a pitch higher all of sudden. A jolt of surprise passed through him.
"... w-who...?" he asked, too weak to keep the grip on Phantom's vest. She dropped on her knees, looking up at Amethyst with her beautiful, sadistic smile.
"I told you... IF you can." giggled the evil mistress, looking at the heavy rubber glove wrapped around Amethyst's grapes from behind.
Amethyst eyes bulged out, visibly throught the mask, as he looked back.
A purplish black, with yellow and green stripes, jackal figure was standing behind him. His gasmask letting out deep but silent breaths.
"... y-you..." Amethyst groaned, closing his eyes. The grip wasn't painful, but nausea quickly built in him. His shaking knees let go, forcing him to fall on the ground. The grip followed. "Ouf... uuh..." he moaned, opening his eyes again and expecting to be face to face with Phantom... but he didn't, as she was already standing up, tall on him.
"... you... damn..."
"Sssh, as usual, my little pet... save your breath. You'll need it." and with gently words, Phantom's boot raised up. He was familiar with the sole of those shiny, wondrous feetwear, and smiled.
"... fuck..." were his last words, before the boot came down on his vision, sending him in the world of dreams.
Another place he knew well.

"I told you he wouldn't be bent for too long, Miss Phantom." The distorted voice of the gasmask was even more distorted through the video-cam.
"It's fine. I love to see him struggle helplessly. It turns me on~" Phantom replied, caressing the latex curves of her recurring captive.
"Maybe turning him into furniture would make him MUCH more effective and MUCH less defective." The Specialist proposed, crossing his arms.
"Nah... he already spent time like that, but i like to have him change position... you know, one day a footsool, another day a chair... sometimes, even lamp!" her hand stopped to his delicate nose, the only part of flesh visible.
"I see, i see..."
"Uhm..." Phantom looked up at the monitor. The values were good, except for Amethyst's stamina. Exhausted how it was, he wouldn't be able to move or struggle a inch. Not that the magnetic restrainst would allow that.
"... some values are unfitting for him. Look, he has so much oxygen supplies, and it doesn't fit well with the low amount of stamina he has."
"... just don’t kill him… i wouldn’t mind to study that creature. He may be weak and useless… but I might use some of his genes for something useful.”
“Of course I won’t kill him! Don’t be silly Specialist… he is one of my most precious slaves, and all in all… one of the best~” his black lips closed to his gag. “Pucker up.” She ordered.
Without any energies left, he obliged the order none the less. His lips bulged below the mask. “Good boy…” she said, kissing him.
“Obedient.” The Specialist noted.
“Always. Deep in his heart… he is just my slave.” Phantom grinned, standing up. “Well well… I can’t end this without our usual rite, shouldn’t we?” proposed, but no answer came from Amethyst. Not even a groan.
“Aww… pitiful. But I know how to make you squirm and struggle~” devilish smiled, and her gloved hand extended.
Slowly, gently, the latex glove rested on Amethyst face.
Her eyes looked eagerly as he started to feel the sucking on her gloves, and only then she looked up at the screen. Amethyst's willpower was fading. He was in her grasp. 
77%.
68%.
61%.
49%.
Seconds passed, and the oxygen supply were lowering. Slowly, but steady.
“Squirm. Struggle.” She said, and even the skeptical Specialist was surprised to hear the captive lowly moans, and his body faintly twitching. His member flicked. His mouth suckled. A loud ‘gulp’ followed, and more came after.
“Impressive” the rubber clad jackal said.
“Mostly impressive. Nothing less to expect from my loyal pet.”
13%.
7%.
2%.

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