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THH-SHNNGK.

Test subject 7-3 felt 90% of the air rush out of her encasement-sack. The full-body total enclosure was going to ensure that no external substances affected any results, as well as suitably dehumanizing the subject. The fact that it cut a splendid figure was a nice bonus. Dr. Wolf almost smiled at it. A few hours ago, she'd had 7-3 on her side, moaning , groaning and begging as she sucked out 100% - leaving the captive gasping for air and squeaking on the ground like a cocooned fly. It was exceptional

K-CHUNK.

Metal straps all up and down her form, padded steel against slick latex. The straps mag-locked in place. They bit against her form, pressing tight and squishing her flesh like a net.

Phantom gummed her filled, gagged lips forward, and felt the reverse pressure up against her mouth. The thick suit, followed by the prisoner gear, and then the padded steel strap against her lips. It was a kiss of unyielding steel; a high-pressure hug against her sensitive lips.

VRRM.

The magic wand was optional, but Phantom - that was, Subject 7-3; she had a particularly good way of squirming. Begging. Moaning. Whenever her lungs burned or body felt the unending smack of steel, the lick of latex and luscious embrace of stringent restraints, she only squirmed harder. More.

Angela was treating her like an object, not a person. She gave her creations like the latex bees more love and care than any human. She was almost impassive, grinning slightly with a tired expression as she pinched Phantom's nose shut, clutching tight against her neck.

Phantom thrashed. The magic wand sung. Mobility was still a bit high for Dr. Wolf's tastes - at least for Subject 7-3. She'd hate for a high-level test-toy to escape. At least if she did escape she wouldn't go far. The thick single-boot around her legs was bitingly tight, and it was weighted - just in case she tried to get hopping, the subject wouldn't go far thanks to the immense mass holding her legs down.

Yes, yes, this meant that she could measure every little squirm and struggle. And there was no better than to choke and pinch her, making the rubber-sealed captive struggle for dear life. That was just so exquisite.

All of this gear was a dream. At this point, Wolf was feeling quite proud of herself. The way that 7-3 tried and failed to arch her back when she was choked or slapped or smacked - well, it was just proof that Wolf had good taste, and that 7-3 was very valuable indeed. Still, she'd need more data - her security chief Christe Chambers was going to end up as Subject 7-4 later on...

Original Artist: SantaimaZ
twitter.com/SantaimaZ/status/1…

Inspired in part by ReflectiveDesire
reflectivedesire.com/photos/bu…

Some previous escapades with Dr. Wolf and Phantom -

www.deviantart.com/phantomdote… (Initial Interrogation)
www.deviantart.com/phantomdote… (Phantom and Mitre annoying Wolf)
www.deviantart.com/phantomdote… (A story-series featuring Angela herself)

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Description

THH-SHNNGK.

Test subject 7-3 felt 90% of the air rush out of her encasement-sack. The full-body total enclosure was going to ensure that no external substances affected any results, as well as suitably dehumanizing the subject. The fact that it cut a splendid figure was a nice bonus. Dr. Wolf almost smiled at it. A few hours ago, she'd had 7-3 on her side, moaning , groaning and begging as she sucked out 100% - leaving the captive gasping for air and squeaking on the ground like a cocooned fly. It was exceptional

K-CHUNK.

Metal straps all up and down her form, padded steel against slick latex. The straps mag-locked in place. They bit against her form, pressing tight and squishing her flesh like a net.

Phantom gummed her filled, gagged lips forward, and felt the reverse pressure up against her mouth. The thick suit, followed by the prisoner gear, and then the padded steel strap against her lips. It was a kiss of unyielding steel; a high-pressure hug against her sensitive lips.

VRRM.

The magic wand was optional, but Phantom - that was, Subject 7-3; she had a particularly good way of squirming. Begging. Moaning. Whenever her lungs burned or body felt the unending smack of steel, the lick of latex and luscious embrace of stringent restraints, she only squirmed harder. More.

Angela was treating her like an object, not a person. She gave her creations like the latex bees more love and care than any human. She was almost impassive, grinning slightly with a tired expression as she pinched Phantom's nose shut, clutching tight against her neck.

Phantom thrashed. The magic wand sung. Mobility was still a bit high for Dr. Wolf's tastes - at least for Subject 7-3. She'd hate for a high-level test-toy to escape. At least if she did escape she wouldn't go far. The thick single-boot around her legs was bitingly tight, and it was weighted - just in case she tried to get hopping, the subject wouldn't go far thanks to the immense mass holding her legs down.

Yes, yes, this meant that she could measure every little squirm and struggle. And there was no better than to choke and pinch her, making the rubber-sealed captive struggle for dear life. That was just so exquisite.

All of this gear was a dream. At this point, Wolf was feeling quite proud of herself. The way that 7-3 tried and failed to arch her back when she was choked or slapped or smacked - well, it was just proof that Wolf had good taste, and that 7-3 was very valuable indeed. Still, she'd need more data - her security chief Christe Chambers was going to end up as Subject 7-4 later on...

Original Artist: SantaimaZ
twitter.com/SantaimaZ/status/1…

Inspired in part by ReflectiveDesire
reflectivedesire.com/photos/bu…

Some previous escapades with Dr. Wolf and Phantom -

www.deviantart.com/phantomdote… (Initial Interrogation)
www.deviantart.com/phantomdote… (Phantom and Mitre annoying Wolf)
www.deviantart.com/phantomdote… (A story-series featuring Angela herself)

Posted using PostyBirb