Kisa Kha, the Au Ra, doing some investigation into Phantom's business. Big mistake. The last mistake she'll make as a free woman... (With pics by Kisa)

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## Story link to AO3, easier to read https://archiveofourown.org/works/62025415 ##

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The neon haze of Solution Nine flickered on Kisa’s horns as she crept along a narrow, steel walkway overlooking the city’s heights. The hum of trains and the distant crackle of energy barriers filled the air.

Kisa’s investigation had brought her here, to the heart of Phantom’s expanding dominion. The dragoness was clad in a a sleek investigator’s coat over a blissfully, blisteringly tight black suit. And in it, she felt confident. (Far too confident.) She was determined to uncover the truth about the enigmatic figure who had been seizing control of the city’s underground networks like vines. Slowly choking, binding these back-alleys together. Slowly making certain powerful individuals disappear.

She slipped through an open window into a building, and began setting up a listening device. From here, she’d tap into all of Phantom’s plans. She was so engrossed she almost didn’t hear the soft click of boots behind her.
“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?”

Kisa whirled around, only to freeze. There she was. Phantom. She stood like a statue. So, so, so still. Still, wearing an impossibly tight, gleaming suit and coat. White, synthetic skin shimmered under the flickering lights, glowing lines pulsing with power and an eagerness to take Kisa in her hands. Glowing green eyes locked onto Kisa, a cruel smile tugging at her lips.

“Trespassing. Now that’s a crime. Now we’re two peas in a pod. Criminals.” Phantom purred, her voice dripping with mockery.

Kisa reached for the a weapon at her belt, but Phantom was faster. A sharp hiss filled the air as a cloud of gas erupted from a hidden vent above her. Kisa’s vision blurred, her legs buckling beneath her as she sank to the cold, metallic floor. Her limbs felt heavy, useless, as if the weight of the city itself pressed down on her.

Phantom’s heels clicked against the floor as she approached. Kisa’s vision swam, but she could make out Phantom kneeling beside her, her gloved fingers tracing the line of Kisa’s jaw.

“You’re quite the fighter,” Phantom said, her tone laced with amusement. “But now it’s time to show you where fighters end up in my city…”



Kisa awoke to the sensation of unyielding latex pressing against her skin and arms on her biceps.
Her eyes fluttered open, and panic shot through her as she realized she was no longer in control of her body. She tried to move, but… it was tight, suffocatingly tight. It was taking her a moment to even realize. To adjust to… oh dear.

Layers of gleaming black rubber wrapped around her like a second skin, pinning her arms around her belly. A nice self-hug that let her shift left, shift right, and let her get steamed and worked up. Thick straps crisscrossed her torso, forcing her into a rigid, immobile position. Every inch constrained, the latex squeaking softly with each futile shift.

And it was quite futile, too. She was strong but the rubber was stretchy! It just hit back into position every time she managed a good stretch. And the hands on her shoulders and hips made sure that she couldn’t get the kind of leverage she needed for more. And those hands weren’t saying anything… no words came from her captors. Nurses in gas masks and white rubber.

Former heroines who ended up as Phantom’s servants, perhaps. Or willing and cruel girls who just wanted to have fun manhandling captives. She couldn’t make eye contact with them through their rubber and plastic. Dark visors just reflected her ballgagged lips back at her when she spoke… or tried to.

“Mmffg…?”

Phantom’s voice cut through the oppressive quiet. “Ah, you’re awake. Good. I was beginning to think I might have overdone it.” She was looking at her long elbow gloves, adjusting them. They were good. Kisa imagined them on her head. Imagined them shoving a gag between her own lips…
The damsel’s chest heaved beneath the tight latex as Phantom’s mocking tone reached her ears. "You see, Kisa, I have a particular fondness for investigators like you. So curious, so determined but… well.”

Phantom clapped those gloved hands together. It was loud. It made her jump.

“So easy to break. I need a steady supply. Some of your friends, I’ve already snapped and turned into my lovely little decorations or rubberized servants. They work well now as my guards or employees - those of whom I’ve kept. Others, I’ve sold off as rubber toys for people to use. Or maybe archived away and forgotten, anonymous little objects of art that I’ve misplaced. As you can see, there’s quite a nasty future in store for you."
Phantom’s gloved fingers brushed lightly across Kisa’s hooded face, an intimate touch that made Kisa shudder. "I’m just getting started, darling."


With slow, deliberate steps, Phantom reached for the remote on a nearby console. The wall behind her slid open with a faint hiss, revealing the padded containment pod. The soft white cushions within offered no comfort; it was the cold hum of the locking mechanisms that sent a chill through Kisa’s veins.
“This little chamber has been waiting for you.”

Phantom was purring like a kitten. Playing with her prey. Mockingly soothing.
“A perfect place to reflect on your choices. Don’t you think? Latex catsuit. Rubber straitjacket. Some nice stockings and boots. Magical enchantment to keep you sustained quite indefinitely. The girls inside would be very comfortable if it wasn’t so claustrophobic.”
“MMNFFF!!” Kisa started to struggle, gyrating and begging and stomping her feet. The big nurses just held her tighter, rubbing their curves against her back, steadying her.

“Ahh… GOOD. I’m glad there’s some fight in you. I want to spend a loooong time breaking you. I’d hate for you to give in too early. I’d have to just put you away, delete your name, and leave you as a nice little archived plaything in a box…”

Kisa’s body reacted instinctively—struggling, squirming, every movement restricted by the layers of rubber that had become her prison. Her breath, shallow and panicked, struggled to make its way through the tight confines of the hood. But the bindings held firm, every strap and restraint cruelly inescapable. The feeling of her body being overpowered was maddening, her sense of self slipping away under the weight of the latex cocoon. They lifted Kisa effortlessly, their grip firm and unyielding as they carried her toward the pod.

The hood came next. A smooth, mirrored surface settled over her head, the material cool and unyielding against her skin. As it tightened, the last remaining trace of her identity was sealed away. The hood hugged her face so closely that Kisa could hardly breathe, and what little air she could catch was filtered, controlled. The reflection staring back at her from the hood twisted her expression into something desperate, a silent scream trapped within.
Her muffled protests were swallowed by the suffocating hood, leaving her in a maddening silence. The last thing she could feel were the straps pulling tighter, each adjustment a reminder of how completely she was being rendered helpless. There would be no escape.



As the drones placed her in the pod, Kisa’s heart pounded. She could feel the warm, padded interior of the pod against her bound body, the overwhelming pressure of her helplessness closing in on her. She was utterly at Phantom’s mercy. No… not like this…

Phantom leaned over her, her breath warm against the reinforced glass, her violet eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I’ll come back in a few days to see if you’re ready for some playtime. Or maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just… forget you’re here.” Phantom’s voice dropped to a low whisper, her words hanging in the air like a final decree. “Either way, I’m sure you’ll be lots of fun. In your proper place. On your knees, obeying me.”

The pod’s door hissed shut, sealing Kisa inside. The last thing she saw was Phantom’s smirking face, cold and untouchable through the reinforced glass. The locks engaged with a deafening clunk, and the faint hum of the pod’s systems filled the air. Kisa was alone—utterly, completely alone. Helpless. A prisoner, trapped in her own skin, at the mercy of Phantom’s whims.