Image by the lovely
chaos111 who did a truly delightful little imageset!
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Holographic readouts indicate the faceless prisoner held within the isolation chamber. The sound of rubbery squeaks were occasionally recorded on internal monitors. Mewling, grunting, and angry groans registered as well, as did the occasional 'thud' of the tightly-packed form on the cell.
Reflective fields on the door's interior combined with gel-foam padding to make sure that the person inside was utterly isolated from rescue or the outside world.
"Person" was a bit of a stretch. She was just a prisoner unless someone came to visit.
When that happened, she was a toy.
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The Directrix caught, locked up, hooded, gagged, toyed - all the hits. As for
who it is that captured the Supreme Directrix, I'll leave that up to your imagination. Could be you... if you're brave.
Nell is such a sweetie to use a glorious black-and-orange scheme. The sexy, faceless hood? Magnificent. Tight shiny straitjacket? Incredible. Inescapable? A cozy padded room? A collar with the inmate's true identity?
...yes, yes, and yes.