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A commission by featuring Phantom and 's Arka!

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  The din of the factory floor was muted by the door. Occasionally, individual sounds could still be discerned. A loud whistle had played to signal the end of a lunch break. Clunking sounds and roars of a diesel engine indicated a delivery of raw goods. The noxious fumes of adhesive indicated that another production run was beginning. Heavy boots, just outside the door, indicated that rescue was close but out of reach. No matter how fiercely they grunted and groaned and kicked, they couldn’t overcome the blasting noise from the factory. Not that it would have helped them; Arka suspected that those heavy footfalls belonged to their captor, rather than some possibly-helpful bystander.
  As another visitor walked away, they both sighed. Their bonds tightened slightly.
    The stretchy tape compressed as they both relaxed aching muscles, biting tighter against their skin. Bluetape compressed their flesh and forced the secretary and executive together. It was a dangerous tool; bluetape made of smart-materials like this was designed to adhere at practically a molecular level, tighten on command, and allow for stretching - but never enough to escape. It was a strange technology, a foreign technology, and one that Phantom had decided could not be allowed to exist - at least, not without her overseeing it. Arka had brought the report to her desk, and so she had come along as well.
    Not that it did much good. They had been captured, overwhelmed, bound, and strictly gagged within moments. Arka’s loyalty was unquestionable, otherwise Phantom would have suspected her of treason. Then again, the fact that she was here, bound, gagged, and tied to Phantom - it also helped dispel any notions of betrayal. If Arka had betrayed her, then she’d take vengeance. In fact, she’d take great vengeance on the fools who now had her wrapped up in the closet.
    Phantom realized she was blushing, lost in idle thoughts of revenge. Images of men and women begging at her feet, dragged to dronification units, and squirming in anonymizing hoods - she was distracting herself from the task at hand with daydreams. Arka grunted, moaning something between her tightly-packed and heavily sealed lips. Someone was outside.
    Again, they tried to signal their would-be rescuer. They squealed and kicked as best they could, rubbing their skintight suits together and thumping against the iron floor. Phantom blushed more. She wasn’t used to this sort of contact with a secretary. Arka might consider it somewhat unprofessional.
They heard the sound of a key entering the door’s deadbolt, the sound of tumblers turning, and the door creaking open.

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Pictured - Arka in her Battle Attire . Alongside, Phantom wears an adaptation of the iconic WOOHP spy catsuit.

:iconchseuirequill: has featured Phantom a few times and I’ve been eager to return the favor!
In the pictured image, Phantom and Arka have been captured and wrapped with advanced bluetape - a potentially powerful product that may be reverse-engineered by the FMP. It’s practically impossible to remove and can stretch and shrink to maximize restriction - exhausting the pictured prisoners as they rub, struggle, and wriggle.
The second image is a direct sequel to the first - I wanted to finally show off Phantom and a friend looking ready to kick some butt rather than getting bound and gagged! But how did they escape?

Last bits:

A quick link to the two images individually and without edit, for those so inclined towards one or the other. sta.sh/21xl7jzsun93

Description
A commission by featuring Phantom and 's Arka!

***
  The din of the factory floor was muted by the door. Occasionally, individual sounds could still be discerned. A loud whistle had played to signal the end of a lunch break. Clunking sounds and roars of a diesel engine indicated a delivery of raw goods. The noxious fumes of adhesive indicated that another production run was beginning. Heavy boots, just outside the door, indicated that rescue was close but out of reach. No matter how fiercely they grunted and groaned and kicked, they couldn’t overcome the blasting noise from the factory. Not that it would have helped them; Arka suspected that those heavy footfalls belonged to their captor, rather than some possibly-helpful bystander.
  As another visitor walked away, they both sighed. Their bonds tightened slightly.
    The stretchy tape compressed as they both relaxed aching muscles, biting tighter against their skin. Bluetape compressed their flesh and forced the secretary and executive together. It was a dangerous tool; bluetape made of smart-materials like this was designed to adhere at practically a molecular level, tighten on command, and allow for stretching - but never enough to escape. It was a strange technology, a foreign technology, and one that Phantom had decided could not be allowed to exist - at least, not without her overseeing it. Arka had brought the report to her desk, and so she had come along as well.
    Not that it did much good. They had been captured, overwhelmed, bound, and strictly gagged within moments. Arka’s loyalty was unquestionable, otherwise Phantom would have suspected her of treason. Then again, the fact that she was here, bound, gagged, and tied to Phantom - it also helped dispel any notions of betrayal. If Arka had betrayed her, then she’d take vengeance. In fact, she’d take great vengeance on the fools who now had her wrapped up in the closet.
    Phantom realized she was blushing, lost in idle thoughts of revenge. Images of men and women begging at her feet, dragged to dronification units, and squirming in anonymizing hoods - she was distracting herself from the task at hand with daydreams. Arka grunted, moaning something between her tightly-packed and heavily sealed lips. Someone was outside.
    Again, they tried to signal their would-be rescuer. They squealed and kicked as best they could, rubbing their skintight suits together and thumping against the iron floor. Phantom blushed more. She wasn’t used to this sort of contact with a secretary. Arka might consider it somewhat unprofessional.
They heard the sound of a key entering the door’s deadbolt, the sound of tumblers turning, and the door creaking open.

---
Pictured - Arka in her Battle Attire . Alongside, Phantom wears an adaptation of the iconic WOOHP spy catsuit.

:iconchseuirequill: has featured Phantom a few times and I’ve been eager to return the favor!
In the pictured image, Phantom and Arka have been captured and wrapped with advanced bluetape - a potentially powerful product that may be reverse-engineered by the FMP. It’s practically impossible to remove and can stretch and shrink to maximize restriction - exhausting the pictured prisoners as they rub, struggle, and wriggle.
The second image is a direct sequel to the first - I wanted to finally show off Phantom and a friend looking ready to kick some butt rather than getting bound and gagged! But how did they escape?

Last bits:

A quick link to the two images individually and without edit, for those so inclined towards one or the other. sta.sh/21xl7jzsun93