After being so exquisitely packed, it would be a pity to eventually release Abbility from her gloved grip. But, once the heroine also known as Abby was “complete”, there’d be nothing else than to do it.

Turning a former heroine into something “new” was perhaps Phantom’s favorite fate for those that got in her way. Any how shiny and new did Abbility look!
She ran her hands over that glossy exterior, all custom-made by Phantom's hands to absolutely maximize the half-pint's curves. She was small enough that Phantom could take her entirely in her hands, watching and enjoying the feeling of the little plaything's ongoing strains.

Abby was suited up and packed in - obviously - black latex, which would just never get old. There were a few particularly nice touches, though. The thick straps around her waist, chest, and sleeve for her carbon-laminate armbinder were all just devilishly tight, and it had the habit of making those curves pop. Literally, in fact; Phantom had seen the little thing already snap free of one set of bonds, and had ensured that this revision was going to keep her properly restrained during brainwashing. The headphones, the earcups, the wires; all of them had a purpose that Phantom had admittedly already forgotten after designing them.

The earcups made sure that no matter how much she shook, she wouldn't knock the thrumming, sedating, alluring hypnosis devices from her head. And the wide gag in her mouth could give her a little chemical jolt if needed... though so far, she'd been so pliable it hadn't been required.

There was this pleasant zapping sound. Phantom was fairly sure she knew what it meant, but watching Abby buck against those straps left it an open question. Such was the life of a heroine; there were always more if Phantom needed them.

Abby's face was sealed, but Phantom could see it through her hood. Her eyes were twitching, and Phantom was watching with a fearsome eagerness. There was a deeply depraved thing about watching someone thrash against straps that made Phantom nearly drool. The sensation of all that energy, all that vim and vigor being spent resisting when everything she said was blissful acquiescence. The way that she bucked against the thick nylon straps, the way she mumbled sweet something-or-others that were of course utterly pointless. Phantom ensured that Abby's gag-translation was offline. She just wanted to hear her gurgle and moan under sweet, ongoing zaps.

"Little Abbility. You're nice like this. When you're done here in my lab, there won't be a single remaining thought in that little brain of yours. You'll be thoughtless and blank."