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story: me , AO3 story link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59583574

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It had been quite the day. But then again, most days were when you ran one of Solution Nine’s more infamous enterprises. Phantom always needed a way to unwind after days like this—her way. The sound of her high heels echoed off the sleek, sterile floors of MirageCorp's deepest basement, latex stretched tight across every inch of her pale, ghostly skin. Her steps were purposeful, precise, each one a little tease, a promise of things to come.

In one hand, she held her wand, the vibrator humming softly in anticipation, gripped with the same casual elegance as an assassin cradling a dagger. The wand was her weapon, after all, and it had been a long day. Phantom’s grin deepened as she passed through one security door after another, her gaze as cold as it was electric. The last door—an imposing slab of electrope—hesitated before yielding with an almost sentient reluctance, as if it knew it was about to betray its purpose.

And then—click—heels against cold metal, joined by something far more satisfying: a symphony of muffled groans, moans, and helpless little pleas leaking out from the depths of the vault. Phantom’s grin became a predator's smirk.

I wonder what to play with next. 

Rows upon rows of bodies, bound in skin-tight latex from head to toe, lined the walls like trophies. Each of them sealed inside heavy rubber sleepsacks, pinned up with unrelenting metal collars at their throats, their bodies twitching uselessly, their faces hidden beneath heavy hoods. God, she loved those hoods. All her favorite things. Phantom’s haven. This was where she came when she needed to forget the world above—this was her kingdom, her asylum. And on a day that had been quite the day, she needed every second of what was about to unfold.

Rubber slaves like this often wore gear beneath the sacks. High-tech suits to sustain them, followed by tight jackets to keep them nice and cozy, and oftentimes extra hoods - complete with separate padded blindfolds and thick gags. Layered up and squeezed, the sacks were there for protection and security - most of these rubber prisoners were already heavily bound and were in NO condition to escape.

Her eyes flickered with private amusement as she moved between the restrained figures, the faint, muted IDs glowing in her vision—a digital roster of all her playthings. And they were nothing but things now—saboteurs, betrayers, spies, and those unfortunate enough to pique her curiosity. A chorus of muted, hopeless noises followed her, those lucky enough to still have some semblance of awareness recognizing their captor’s return. Some struggled pathetically, others stiffened, frozen by the simple sound of her footsteps.

But one inmate caught her attention. Not an easy task when your only identity are your curves and barcodes.

A figure pinned in thick rubber like the rest, but with distinct horns curling through the tight suit, and a telltale tail pinned to the ground—an Au Ra. Oh, yes, she remembered this one. The fresh catch. Even without checking her memory, Phantom felt a visceral thrill remembering her capture.

Kisa Kha. The name hardly mattered, but Phantom savored it for the delicious irony. Kisa Kha, once a free spirit, just a wide-eyed tourist from another world. Now, nothing more than inmate 0104, the latest voice in Phantom’s little choir of squirming souls. Oh yes she liked knowing that she was just a number… Phantom paused, her grin widening. Oh, she wanted this one.

Her hand slid out to cradle Kisa's head, latex fingers sinking into the smooth, hooded surface, pressing just hard enough to make Kisa’s body stiffen. The Au Ra had been squirming, writhing even, but now she froze like a deer caught in headlights. Phantom loved this part—the way the prey always went still once they realized the predator was upon them. With a casual tug, she stripped the hood from Kisa’s head, revealing the wide, terrified eyes of the captive beneath. A large black ball gag stretched the girl’s mouth wide, turning whatever sound Kisa wanted to make into nothing more than pitiful whimpers.

“Mngnfff….” which Phantom interpreted as “please let me go.” She shook her head. 

"Inmate 0104," Phantom whispered, her voice silk-smooth, "you’ll do." Some days, Phantom just wanted to torture a prisoner in a brutal mix of edging, denial, and forced orgasms. And this cutie would do nicely. 

Kisa’s pupils dilated, her eyes flicking downward as if to find an escape. But the only thing she found was the wand in Phantom’s hand. It buzzed to life with a low hum that promised no mercy. Phantom didn’t hesitate. The wand slammed into Kisa's crotch, grinding against the latex with ruthless precision. The reaction was instant—a flinch, a jolt, the pitiful way Kisa tried to twist her body, her head jerking side to side as if it might shake the pleasure away.

Phantom pressed harder.

The vibrations ripped through Kisa’s body, forcing muffled moans past the gag as the latex between her legs failed to dull the sensations. The wand dug in harder, crueler, and Phantom watched with delight as the Au Ra's hips began to buck against the relentless rhythm, tail slapping weakly against the floor.

“Oh, there we go,” Phantom purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, "Poor little tourist. Did you think you were just visiting? Did you think I'd let you go?”

“MMNFFFF!! NNNGG MNMNGGGGH!” 

Kisa’s whimpers turned frantic, her body trapped in the sleepsack, the metal collar locking her in place. Her moans climbed higher, strangled, desperate. Phantom’s lips parted as she pressed the wand deeper, grinding it in vicious circles, enjoying the way Kisa’s body bucked under her command, knowing there was no escape from the sensation.

“Don’t fight it,” Phantom whispered against Kisa's ear, her breath hot, teasing, “This is just the beginning, 0104. You belong to me now, every inch of you, every sound, every scream… yes, yes, good, go ahead and plead. I want you to let it out… I’ll make sure you remember that with every. Single. Orgasm.”

Kisa’s body trembled, the sensations too much, her muffled moans growing louder as Phantom continued her brutal ministrations. Phantom could see it—feel it—the climax building within her captive, the helpless struggle to resist it. It only made Phantom push harder, the wand unrelenting, merciless.

And then Kisa broke. Her orgasm crashed through her like a wave, her body shuddering violently against the rubber, her muffled scream almost musical to Phantom’s ears. And hearing the moaning and pleading of the other captives made it closer to a symphony… 

Phantom didn’t stop after Kisa’s first climax. If anything, the moment only sharpened her hunger. Her hands moved with precise intent, fingers curling deeper into the latex that sealed Kisa’s body, savoring how the slick material clung to every curve, amplifying each trembling movement. Kisa’s breaths were shallow, each exhale a muffled whimper behind the tight gag, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Which meant she just got to go deeper. Farther. Meaner. 

The synthetic gleam of Kisa’s suit caught the low light, highlighting every strained muscle, every futile struggle against the relentless tightness that encased her. Phantom’s lips curled into a smile as she leaned in, her breath hot against the back of Kisa’s neck, the thin layer of latex separating them a tantalizing barrier. Kisa's body shivered in response, her head tilting slightly, unconsciously offering more of herself to Phantom’s control. Use me, she thought - felt. Tease me. Ruin me. Ruin me. 

Phantom leaned in closer, her breath hot against the back of Kisa’s neck, the heavy steel collar and warm air making her feel oh-oso-warm.  Kisa’s powerful form was already bound beneath the sack… arms pulled tightly to the sides, the rubber squeezing her arms down, fingers mittened and locked, locked, locked.  The material gripped her legs, pulling so taut against them that even the slightest attempt to squirm was met with resistance. A kick? Impossible. Phantom’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she reveled in the sight before her.

“Do you think you’ve had enough?” Phantom’s voice dripped with dark satisfaction, low and laced with menace. Her fingers tightened their grip on Kisa’s throat, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her palm. “I don’t stop when your mind breaks, 0104. I stop when I’ve reshaped you into my perfect rubber perma-prisoner..”

Those words… Kisa’s eyes rolled back into her head. The next wave of pleasure crashed over Kisa before she could brace herself, her body jerking involuntarily against the restraints. Phantom’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles across Kisa’s hips, inching closer to her slick center, where the last remnants of her defiance faded away. The collar felt like an anchor, rooting her in place as Phantom toyed with her. She shook, she leaned, she tried to go farther, wanted to pounce and rub against Phantom, and that was not allowed. Instead, she just had to squirm, begging… asking for more… until Phantom stopped.

Kisa's muffled cries filled the room, a blend of frustration and yearning as the thick rubber of the sleepsack conspired to keep her submissive, protected, sealed, and secure. Phantom went all the way in, her lips brushing the edge of Kisa’s gagged mouth, barely a whisper away.

“0104,” she whispered. “Mine.”

Phantom gently took her hands over Kisa, steadying her as she squirmed and bucked and moaned and mewled. The flower in her hair had come  undone during her time masked, anonymous, and imprisoned. Then it was flopping about as she thrashed. That wouldn’t do. She carefully adjusted it back in place. Much prettier. She liked her toys looking good, regardless  of how much of them she could see.

Phantom jammed the vibe between her legs and commanded the suit to zap her, squeeze her, to activate every toy at once and blow her mind with sensations. Kisa’s head lolled back, her mind a chaotic blur of pleasure and submission. She was a powerful Au Ra, yet here she was, utterly helpless, her will dissolving under Phantom’s relentless touch. 

The hood went back over her head. Phantom repositioned herself, sitting on top of the big woman’s lap, leaning in tight to give her a gentle, intense, kiss, leaving her dark lipstick over the bulge where her gag was. 

Kisa’s face disappeared. Her eyes, pleading, rolled back into her head, disappeared. The hood tightened and squeezed until the only features were the outline of her features and gagged lips. No more Kisa. Just Prisoner #0104, moaning, groaning, begging, about to go over the edge into a rubber abyss.

Phantom’s wand pushed Kisa higher, beyond what her trembling body could handle. Kisa’s muffled cries filled the room, but Phantom only smiled, savoring each sound as proof of her victory. There would be no escape from this… and when Phantom was done, she wouldn’t want escape, only endless release at the hands of her rubber mistress….