Phantom stirred in her ‘seat’, a half-eggshell with the color to match. Its front was contracting while she woke, a dark purple latex sheath with her face neatly positioned into its only opening.
“Whh...whuhhh…” Her eyes fluttered open, lids hanging heavily while her soft, black lips mumbled idiot nothings. Idly, her body began to stir and shift about, but she dimly realized that her options were limited. The nanorubber sheet draped around her nude body was growing tighter and tighter by the second, her already pitiful freedom being inexorably smothered in a stupendously shiny, constricting blanket.
“I know, I know. Poor you. At least you’re not those two though, right?” The voice was somewhere behind her, snarky and smug with a strange, resonating timbre to it.
Strikingly green, yet glassy eyes struggled to focus, the steadily cocooned woman’s head craning gently from side to side to try and see what the voice was talking about. To either side of her were other girls, both of them seemingly wrapped impossibly tightly and gently balled up. They were silent and still, their strangely shiny faces obscured by a bright blue glow.
Phantom blinked a few times, sharpness returning to her vision and her mind. The sudden feeling of her head being forcibly turned straight ahead had her unconsciously try to pull it back, but the tug of the harshly vacuumed sheet was keeping her still now. She jerked and wriggled in her seat, the soft curves and heavy shape of her bust starting to show clearly through the deep purple sheet.
“Where--ngh...where am I? Who…--!?” Suddenly, she remembered. A slick, wet slither in the darkness pouncing on her, absorbing her, suffocating her. She’d struggled and fought, punching at the endless void she’d been encased in, but the lack of air had subdued her quickly. Right before she’d passed out, she swore she’d heard a familiar giggle.
The voice giggled. Phantom’s blood ran cold. “Aislinne.”
“Hey. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I missed you!” Her tone was mocking beneath the forced sincerity, and suddenly the nearly completely sealed cyborg felt heavy hands massaging her bald-looking scalp. The rubber sheet had sucked obscenely tightly now, hiding away her hair while keeping a perfect frame for her rapidly worried looking face.
“Get me--rrrgh! Let me out of here, you--!” With her head all but frozen in place now, her eyes craned to either side of her, then widened. The faces of the two girls to either side of her were clear now. Two of her friends, Hope and Violi, were packed as well as her, their bodies on full display beneath the milimeter thin, stupendously strong rubber.
Their faces were what really had her struggling harder, though. A glossy, transparent sheen coated both of them, their expressions frozen in a wide-eyed, humiliatingly huge smile. Behind their empty, glassy gazes was that icy blue glow, eerily similar to the gentle glow she could just barely see above her head.
“W-what did you do to them, you monster?” She sputtered her words while marshalling her strength, her rubberized body tensing, flexing...but nothing. Now she could barely even twitch, the sheer pressure of the vacsealed nanolatex keeping her well packed and all but helpless. The encased damsel couldn’t turn her head anymore, her vision reduced to only where her eyes could turn. They darted to the left, to the right, looking for some measure of sentience in either girl’s eyes.
There was nothing. Their bodies only occasionally vibrated, the heavy plugs stuffed into their lower holes buzzing wildly while the green lights in the panel they were attached to flickered. Phantom’s own light was red, but the plug sealed inside of her brutally packed body had her feeling forebodingly full.
“Slave drives! I mean, you should know. It was Violi’s idea, top secret. I forget which sub-basment we’re in, but I felt like it should have a demonstration before she showed it off.”
Suddenly, Phantom felt something tug at the edges of her exposed face. Aislinne’s hands came down to cup her cheeks from behind, the void creature’s own face coming slightly into view if she turned her eyes as far upward as she could.
“If I ever get out of this I’m locking you in the deepest hole I have! Iaaaa--!? Aaaagh!?!?” Suddenly, the monster’s fingers dug into her mouth. The tug on the edges of her face began to intensify, the creep of something cold and strangely sticky crawling across the cyborg’s stark-white skin.
“Shhh. We’re gonna shellac your pretty face so you can be just. Like. Them.” Pinprick pupils darted from Violi to Hope, then back again while Aislinne roughly fought with her mouth. It was an awkward, ugly mix of fury, fear, and the dumbest, widest smile imaginable. The monster was fighting for the latter, a perfect copy of the two other victims’ own.
“Nhhaahhh! Nhhh! NnnNNNN!!!” Creeping, clear rubber continued its journey, now tickling at the edges of Phantom’s lips and eyes. Her body shook as best it could, but all she could manage were the gentlest of jerks before she was harshly pulled back into place.
Slick, shiny fingers were winning their battle. Slowly but surely with the help of the clear shellac engulfing Phantom’s face, Aislinne was forcing her to sport the same huge, idiot smile as the other two. Her eyes betrayed this, though, but the cruel monster soon worked on those as well.
Her thumbs dug almost painfully into now half-way coated eyes, doing their best to keep them as wide as possible. Now truly stuck in a hard panic, the poor cyborg was only helping her now by keeping them bulged and rolling in their sockets.
“NNGHGGHHH! MMMGHHHMMMM!!!”
“There, there. We’re almost done.” By now, Phantom’s face was all but frozen in place. The eldritch creature’s hands finally pulled away, but it was simply too late. The unnaturally white-skinned woman only managed a final twitch of her lips before they were frozen, her eyes stuck wide but still moving.
Aislinne finally sashayed her way to the front of all three, dropping down to her knees to look her victim square in the eyes. Some measure of sense returned to the cyborg when the monster came into view, and her gaze burned with as much useless hate as she could manage. With even her eyebrows now shiny and stuck, though, her expression was set. All she could do was watch and return the look.
Something buzzed in her mind. White noise, growing louder and louder. Her eyes rolled helplessly in their sockets while she fought her last, the steady sound of reformatting penetrating her brain and pulling out “data”. Thoughts, memories, feelings, everything that made Mirage’s CEO what she was being cruelly stolen away and stuffed into a subfolder of a subfolder.
“HNNNNN!! NNNNGHHNNNNN!!! NNNnnnn…!? MMmmm…” Slowly, the cyborg began to calm. Her eyes gently returned to staring straight forward, the panic in her dimly glowing eyes falling away. Aislinne slowly licked across her own lips, giggling like an overexcited schoolgirl while Phantom’s last bastions of conscious thought were taken.
The giggle was the last thing she sensed before even that was taken from her, her beautiful green irises finally going totally glassy. From behind her now empty eyes, an icy blue glow flickered into being while the plug’s indicator flashed a cold, mechanical green.
For a few long moments, Aislinne stared at what was once Phantom. It had her face, her body, but there was simply nothing left of her inside. Every facet of her being was now stored elsewhere, her emptied mind soon filling with far more important data. The plug buzzed and her mindless body twitched in tune with Hope and Violi, the three combining to form a very efficient, near-bottomless storage and processing unit.
“Mmmhhh...yeah, I guess. Same as the other two. Subfolder A239B, password...b3tt3r1uckn3x771m3. Encrypt. Lock. Done.” The creature’s eyelids fluttered, the glow of her eyes brightening for a second. She favored all three with a long, sweeping gaze, hungry eyes drinking in their perfectly packed, deliciously curvy forms.
Three slick, metallic masks nanoconstructed themselves into place on the Slave Drived girls, with reinforced, opaque glass ‘screens’. They totally obscured the empty, wide smiling faces, the glow of their eyes smothered by cold, mechanical perfection. When it was done, it was impossible to tell which was which until the screens flickered on.
Vitals, storage space, processing levels, and a simple mugshot. That was all that remained of the three, the rest hidden away for Phantom’s cyber security specialists to struggle to find and crack into.
With a final thought, Aislinne erased the dumb AI controlling the system. Even without a guiding hand, the Slave Drives continued to work. It was just another step for their eventual saviors to work on, and therefore more time to appreciate the void mistress’s work.
“No, I wouldn’t. Sleep tight, girls~.” Disgustingly sing-song, Aislinne hopped back to her feet, turned on a tall heel, and strutted herself away. The heavy metal vault door she passed through slowly began to shut, then lock, then bar itself. A bevy of security systems from pressured floors to invisible laser grids came online, and then there was silence.
Three anonymized, mindless, vac-packed girls sat in the very middle of an empty, dark room, the only light the glow of their status readouts and the three green, occasionally flickering lights between them. They twitched almost imperceptibly as they processed and stored data, but there was no sentience to it. They were just simple, high-efficiency storage units slaved to a central system.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Oh dear. A trio of girls are in a tight spot. Tighter than tight.
Aislinne, belonging to https://x.com/Rubbutts has some new hardware to set up. That hardware being:
* Phantom (moi, https://linktr.ee/phantomdotexe )
* Violi ( https://linktr.ee/Violi_Novo )
* Hope ( https://www.deviantart.com/hopee1943)
...and it looks like there's no hope of them escaping. Void-sealed and void-slaved in unbreakable rubber. Bodies encased. Minds "utilized."
The story and commission are by the lethally sexy creator EmpressLazy / Rubbutts .
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Rubbutts/pseuds/Rubbutts
Art by Bastian. https://linktr.ee/bastianmage
FULL STORY: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31617899