Aislinne's Instant Game Over
It was a gameshow. Fearsome, kinky Running Man. A trap-runner, no escape, live on air, competes for prizes, glory, and more! Contestants ran a trap-filled gauntlet for a prize. The auctions kept the show going and funded all its funny high-tech bullshit. And losers always made great trophies. Phantom entered on a whim. She'd seen Shuumi, a big creature, on TV, and decided she wanted a big creature of her own. You know how old gameshows gave away a car, a couch, a bed, new furniture? Shuumi would be really great as a mattress. That was worth entering for, just for the knowledge that she could have her as a prize. The organizers had known she would. When she'd shown up demanding entry, they'd looked at each other and shrugged. "Well. Now we've GOTTA let 'em in. And she's gotta lose." "Looks like someone's ready for the Press." They crammed her into the competition getup first; a leotard, tall boots, long gloves. Something revealing and brightly colored, the kind of thing the cameras loved. Iconic for a bad girl who was also showing off. It wasn't a bad look - Phantom liked wearing it as she hauled ass through the trap-filled corridors. The competition suits would keep the look up until a point, then start getting damaged bit by bit. And it just kinda sizzled off if it sensed the competitor was was done for, or the game was over. The show went on for a few minutes, with Phan in the lead. That was, until it didn't, and it came to an abrupt end (for Phantom, at least. ) A fancy high-tech bear trap snapped her up and printed the shell on right after. Everyone clapped. Three seconds, tops, before it slid below the floor, still sizzling; it was like a slam-press iron maiden. These horribly hot and tight vac-traps were really a cut above what Phan had anticipated. Molds that slammed shut and pumped in gallons of hot sludge, nice and even. She didn't even get to the later traps. The setup gave her a big dramatic final stand first. Freaking out, tearing enough away from her own face to reveal all that tasty panic. Her body being actively "perfected" into that properly packed up, standard and anonymous vacslave. Then, in the next second or two, it abruptly shut her down mid-yell. Leaving her... Serene. Rigid. Arms spread. Legs vulnerable. CONTESTANT Deleted. GAME. OVER. As she struggled in the vac-trap, the suit sizzled off, and the coating took its place. A series of big SNAPs as it got thicker and tighter. 80% coating, then 85, then 90... extra layers of vac-material if needed, but usually just the micro-filling sealant to curve out the edges was plenty. Nearly four seconds had passed. The point of no return. Nothing in the way between flesh and rapidly hardening nanorubber, blurring lines between suit and slave inside. Somewhere outside, the sponsor spoke, with a warm and amused tone. Surprised, even. Inspecting the newly-packed loser. "Wow. Must be about the strongest thing out there, if it's gonna hold you. Guess there's really no escape." She paused. A pause. "Don't worry. I'll turn off the timer. I've got it from here." Aislinne paused. A winner needs a trophy. Literally zero space between the loser crushed inside and the sexy trophy she'd become. Were sponsors allowed to keep the prizes? Probably not. She did spend a moment showing Phantom's sealed, fearful, pained (yet undeniably hot and steamed) face within. Ais smiled to the camera and grabbed over and enjoyed a few adjustments to the rubberized contestant's setup. Juuuust making sure that she was suitably sealed. Everyone clapped. People love a leader with faith in their own products. Then she'd need to decide if this contestant was going to go into the prize pool or not. A fitting use for one of the losers. Sealed for shipping to a new home. Brought down off the wall whenever somebody got lusty. A really great mattress. (And it wasn't the good ending, either. Not the one where the loser turns into your girlfriend or whatever. This was the real bad end. Mindless labor. Endless patrols and menial tasks, made only more merciful by conditioning...) Ais would decide later, and had the contestant - like all the others - sent to the prize pool for later. Phantom would come back, of course. She had extra bodies. But that one was just another anonymous trophy-toy now. And if she tried to enter again, there was a real spook to seeing your own face like that. Not that it mattered to the show. Ais was already at the console, thumbing the button. "NEXT CONTESTANT!" A loud k-chunk. The next bed loaded. Plenty more where she came from. All of them there to be tormented, teased, tortured, and sealed up over and over. The show must go on! Feautring : EmpressLazy/ Devo's Aislinne
