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An anonymous prisoner in orange and black squirmed submissively, wheeled along a hallway and strapped up tightly into a gurney. She made soft mewling sounds; pleasant, pliable, and eager. She was perfect.
Warden Valeria was offering a new service from the C.A.G.E. in the form of a prisoner auction. The best-trained prisoners could be granted their freedom in a one-night-only auction. Those that had shown proper contrition, submission, and "rehabilitation" (read: hypnosis and conditioning into submissive rubber playthings) were eligible for early release.
That release would come in the form of a charity auction. The six prisoners chosen were all being wheeled to the auction house. The guests were all entitled to bid on the prisoners, both in an act of sponsorship (the winners would be responsible if their new rubber plaything escaped or rebelled). Every winner would also be entitled to one evening out; a special 'date' night for every winning bid.
All of the prisoners were conditioned... except for one. Rather than softly, submissively moaning, she was giggling to herself. Phantom, one of Valeria's many long-term prisoners, had arranged to have herself switched with one of the discharging inmates. Thanks to Valeria's insistence on anonymity, none would be the wiser, and soon she'd be a free woman. Yes, some poor, lonely sap would "own" her for the night, but Phantom was very confident that she'd be able to turn the tables. By the end of the night, she'd be free, he'd be under her thumb, and Valeria would be furious.
The night passed with growing anticipation.
"And finally, time for number three!" Beneath her black, faceless hood, Phantom grinned. All she could smell was thick rubber, but it smelled like victory. The price went higher and higher until finally, Bidder Number Fifteen won. Wheeled to the dressing room, Phantom was humming with delight. She wondered what kind of lonely boob was going to sweep her off her feet...
"Hey, beautiful." Phantom squinted her eyes shut, her pale, sweaty face exposed to light for the first time in some time. She slowly opened her eyes and cracked an eyebrow. Doctor Dante was standing in front of her, sipping on a drink and signing a check. "Wow. Are you sure she's properly trained?" Dante was smirking, sipping... and talking to Warden Valeria!
"Oh, I'm confident you'll be able to handle her." Valeria ran a hand through her pink hair. Phantom's eyes went wide. She'd been found out, her plans thrown into utter disarray. Wait... had Valeria let her make the swap? Allowed her to think she was about to escape? The warden ran her hands over Phantom's head and neck and shoulders. The pale princess felt her lip quiver, her body growing warm at the touch of the Warden.
"I think you'll really enjoy your winning item." Valeria exhaled hot breath onto Phantom's ear. The villains both felt their bodies heat up, and it wasn't just the rubber. "Obviously. She's a high-value item. But I am entitled to an all-expenses paid date night. That includes the outfit I requested." Valeria smiled, and her two cadets Cella and Eclair smiled back with glee at the chance to get Phantom into her evening dress. It took plenty of lube, a lot of squirming, and every moment of it was bliss for the winner - Dante.
The evening dress was a multi-layered piece. Small nodes for teasing toys; an inner layer complete with hobble-gown and straitjacket. Everything was sealed in place - glued in strategic locations with latex bonding agent, buckled elsewhere. Carefully hidden flaps and zippers were going to allow for access to her assets. To ensure that she wouldn't be going anywhere, the evening dress featured a fabulous features.
It featured a dual-layer system that would allow her exterior to be changed depending on her master's needs, all while ensuring immobility thanks to an intense inflated interior. It was so tight, so snug. So blissful! Phantom moaned into a ball-gag as they started to inflate it. The pressure was immense; her entire body felt like it was being squeezed, hugged , caressed and compressed. She jiggled her arms in her jacket, and every motion only forced the inflated suit to press tighter elsewhere.
Orange and red; vibrant colors of her Chinese-inspired dress quickly covered up her pale white skin. She was shaking now, furious at her plan's collapse, mouthing off and threatening Dante with more than just a good time.
"When we're done here, you're going to be begging to be "just" my rubber slave. You've bitten off more than you can chew, 'doctor.'" Dante grabbed her by the chin. "I disagree. I've been planning tonight for weeks, months even. Why do you think I had that dress commissioned for you?"
"I think you're getting some silly ideas. I'm not what you'd call 'well behaved.' Just ask the Warden. You might as well stick me back in the cage." Dante tapped a finger against his lip.
"Ahhh yes. The Warden warned me that Prisoner 3 - that is, you - was going to be a handful. You just faked being trained. Lucky for both of us, our date night is going to be just fine. I've got a concoction here that will do the work of three months in three minutes. In a manner of speaking."
"You're unethical," Phantom said, spitting. "And unreasonable. I'll never be your arm candy."
Dante nodded. "Noted. The patient is highly resistant. Let's check again in five minutes, after she takes her medicine."
He worked with Cell and Eclair to shove a fat drainplug gag in her mouth with a long tube on one end and a funnel. He had a cold, clinical manner as he dripped a glowing, neon-pink liquid down into the funnel and from there the tube and from there between her lips and into her stomach.
The room was heating up. Dante's drug was coursing through her system instantly, and the twins strapped her heavily into a chair as she started to twitch and thrash. Phantom could feel her brain growing weak, her willpower dripping away. Her cheeks went red. Her toes twitched and curled. Her fingers, trapped under balls and mittens and layers of rubber, fidgeted as she had visions of servitude, of obedience, of need. Minutes became an hour. The night was a blur. All she could do was nod, and smile, and beg, and mewl. Everything she did, she did because she had a simple goal in mind; release.
How badly did she crave freeing her arms and having fun; how much did she need to escape this jacket and plant herself atop Dante! Her loins, her chest felt tight and growing tighter. She wanted, needed to be used.
Dante was circumspect. He smiled, excited by his new plaything. Phantom was already deep in a submissive state. He picked her up, unbuckled her from her chair as he watched her quiver. The doctor rubbed his body against hers, gentle nuzzling and hugging her from behind. His bulging manhood against her rear. Yes, she was very good like this. Every second seemed to stretch on. Phantom was incapable of thinking forward; she lived only in the moment. And in that moment, she craved being used. She wanted to be filled, used, penetrated, humped; she wanted her mouth and womb packed. She wanted to thrust, over and over, deeper each time. She was, in no uncertain terms, in heat.
Dante gently put his arm around her, trying to decide if Phantom would get that custom white mask. He wouldn't want her to feel "naked" on the date, and a nice white rubber face would hide her blush.
Either way, she had been outfitted with a big, chewy inflatable gag - something to keep her mouth packed for a while until Dante decided he needed to use it. But that didn't preclude him from having a little fun.
He began to walk her out of the dressing room and over towards a waiting car. Every step she took made her quiver; sent shockwaves through her body.
"In you go, honey.”
Dante gently helped his "trophy wife" into the car before buckling her in. He took a seat next to her, gently kissing her cheek as she made a deep, profound moan. The driver sped off, into the night, taking Phantom out of the prison and into the unknown.
Their first date was going to be truly unforgettable.