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Panam Palmer enjoys some stringently hot and kinky latex bondage. Images and idea by HiddenRender https://www.deviantart.com/hiddenrender Panam Palmer kept making these pathetic little noises. Agnes wouldn't have it any other way. Agnes Dei, notorious Nomad badlander - buff, heavily cybered, and autocratic - kept pinching that little tube shut for JUUUST long enough to make Panam really beg and panic… She had been texting V for an hour for help, but she got left on read. Assuming her sniper rifle and skills could deal with a bunch of Raffen, she staked out a motel in the baldands and got to work. Ten minutes later, they were sticking her on a conveyor belt and throwing the lever. Panam came out PERFECTLY packed after a quick trip through an industrial vac-sealer, one that had made sure to give the creature it detected a Fat ballgag with a breathing tube just big enough to keep her going. The vac-bag was a bit small though, so her arms and legs were brutally folded, her body so

Six packages. Only one was to be of any use. The rest were to be stored, taken out when needed. These ‘rejects’ would help replenish the ranks of the client. But the package in front was different. It was worthy of attention. Blackbeak would be keeping her around for something more intimate and long lasting. She’d need lots of time and tender, brutal care for the heroine currently squirming at the end of the line. The rest were simply collateral damage, and she needn’t worry about them too much. They’d be fine for pickup at the end of the day. Blackbeak was the name she called herself, but few knew that moniker. She had built up small but deep reputation, keeping her name and appearance out of the public. The few that knew her name were either enthralled to her, or working with her. Nobody, for the moment, dared to fight her. She wore the costume of a doctor, dressed to instill fear into her victims. It also made her feel powerful; the rush of wearing the advanced latex was

There were signs of life outside the tomb. Cinua, fearless assassin, sinister shep, bully (at times) and sweetheart (at most others) stood outside a mysterious tomb to an ophidian snake-goddess. Long lost to time, but not to his Master, this was supposedly the location of some very valuable objects. Rare loot was already enough to intrigue him, but the possibility that some temple deep in Southeast Asian jungles was attracting someone else, that was the real juice. That someone was Phantom, the white-furred tigress and executive (and rival) to his beloved Master. She was too arrogant and self-assured to send anyone else; she’d most definitely be here. It was a chance to find her at a vulnerable moment, and also steal whatever rare treasure inside was right out from under her nose. It wasn’t so much that his beloved Raikano wanted the object; Cinny might just donate it to a museum when he found it. No, it was the chance to interrupt Phantom, to take from her, and ideally to see her

PART 1 - THE CATCH The orange moon of a summer night overhead. The multicolor neon from too many signs. Light emitted from thousands of devices. It was overwhelming to many. That’s one of many tiny reasons that The Specialist found other ways to travel. Catacombs. Sewers. Maintenance tunnels. Skywalks and bridges. When needed, disguise. More buildings than anyone realized offered access. Even the industrial areas had ways to move and to hide, with The Specialist moving carefully between sight-lines and avoiding the annoyances of witnesses or alarms or evidence of his visit.  He wasn’t interested in dealing with the hassle of having to remove any potential witnesses to his presence or his techniques. A month ago, he’d slipped up while observing someone entering at a party, and there had been violence. He was furious at himself that night - he’d been simply too interested in watching over his chosen object of desire - and he’d peered too far over a railing. But, the witness helped salve