I heard Agent L’s voice beside me, only slightly muffled by the layer over my ear. “Can you hear me, Evie?” she called. It was comforting to hear her calling me just by name, no ‘agent.’
I nodded, and gave a soft “uhh huh” through the tube.
“We’re going to free your wrists so you can lower your arms,” she said. “Agent D and I will hold you steady so you don’t fall.”
I felt hands at my waist bracing me, then the cuffs jangled as Agent J unbuckled them. I felt the restraints fall away from my wrists, and I began to lower them while Agent J’s strong hands gripped my forearms and supported them.
Agent L then directed me to perform a series of moves, turns and stretches to test my range of motion. We found that while I had fairly good range with my arms, my legs were pinned rather tightly together. I could bend my knees, hips, and waist, but although my legs were encased separately, I could not pull them apart.
Agent D theorized that my legs were closer to the source, whereas by the time the slime reached my wrists, it was running out of capacity to pull my arms together. Agent L concurred with the idea. I was simply glad they were still holding me steady, or I’d topple over.
“I think we can call this a successful test,” Agent L announced. “Agents D and J will assist me with the remainder of the experiment; the rest of you are dismissed for the day.” Even through the covering over my ears I could hear the disappointed groans and mutters of her staff.
Soon after the room became quiet again, I felt Elle’s hands on my wrists. She pulled them behind my back and pinned them there. With my tenuous balance and Dee’s hands on my waist, I couldn’t resist her if I wanted to.
“Jay,” Elle called out. “Perhaps now it’s time to test that new Cinchmaster…”
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“One big deep breath,” Agent D called out. “We’re right here to give you air as soon as it stops moving.” Even her perky voice had just a tinge of worry to it now. It wasn’t reassuring. I glanced at her, then over to Agent J, knowing how reliant I was upon them now.
That was when I noticed the ‘breathing tube’ Agent J was holding was actually part of a plug gag with a leather strap. Why was I not surprised?
Agent J noticed my questioning look. “It’s so the tube is well insulated around your mouth from the heat and moisture of your breath,” he offered.
“Well, of course it is,” I said wryly, and took my last deep breath for a while.
While the slime was nearing my wrists, it was also finally overtaking my face. As soon as I felt the tickle on my left cheek, I closed that eye. With my right, I stared at Agent L until the last moment. Then I closed my right eye and tried to relax.
I felt the flow of slime come to a stop as it covered the rest of my head and my splayed fingers were pulled together and encased. Then all was quiet and still for a moment. I could feel the black shroud becoming more firm about me, compressing and tucking in wherever it hadn’t already. I was cut off from all senses except the feel of the snug rubbery material around me.
And heat. It was increasingly hot inside as my body heat was contained, and I could feel a layer of perspiration everywhere on my flesh. ‘Heat and moisture keeps it pliant.’ I squirmed around a bit, and found that to be true–I could move my arms and twist my hips.
Muffled voices came from beyond my rubbery prison, and I felt hands on my face and chin. A brief wisp of cool air touched my lips, and then a rubber tube was pushed between them. I wasn’t even aware I was clenching my teeth until I opened them enough for the tube to force its way in and lay flat on my tongue. I compressed my lips upon it, and exhaled the stale breath I’d been holding. Slowly I drew in fresh cool air from the tube.
I thought I felt a tingle of the slime closing around my lips, but then the flat leather panel of the gag was pressed against them, and I felt Agent J buckling the strap behind my head. I made a whistling sound through the tube and nodded my head to indicate I was ok.
When it reached my knees, the two separate columns joined and began climbing my thighs together. My legs were becoming encased separately, but it was forming a tight seal between them. In fact, I could feel it tugging at my calves, and looking down I could see tendrils reaching between my shins to pull them together!
Its climb was slow and methodical, but steady and relentless. When it neared my hips, I began to wriggle nervously. It was getting close to some very sensitive bits, and I wasn’t sure I trusted that it wouldn’t try to get inside. The more I squirmed, though, the faster it seemed to move. Especially on the inside of my thighs!
“Note that as Agent Evangeline exerts herself and perspires, the specimen is reacting to her heat and…moisture.” A murmur of knowing assent spread through the crowd of scientists.
‘What? I’m not getting moist!’ I thought, feeling the slime squeezing my hips and thighs as it encased them. ‘Am I? Oh geez…I am! This is turning me on as much as wearing the Cinchmaster does!’
I felt the leading edge of the slime flow between my legs, gliding over my front and parting the clenched cheeks of my rear–but thankfully not penetrating any further than that. Still, I looked on anxiously as tendrils reached up my tummy toward my breasts, and the rest flowed over my rear and swallowed up my waist.
I noticed that the leading edge was formed by new material flowing over the top of the slime that was already hugging my legs. The underlying layer was already becoming firm and restrictive, constricting my flesh into as small a form as it could without pinching or harming me.
I took a deep breath, filling my lungs to keep them from being compressed, and preparing for the moment the slime would reach my face. Tendrils formed around the curves of my breasts, lifting and moulding them against me just before they became coated. The amusing thought occurred to me that it wanted my more ‘squishy bits’ made as firm and compact as it could.
After that, I was far too anxious to have any more amused thoughts. The tendrils diverged again when they reached my shoulders and neck, traveling up my arms separately and flowing slowly up toward my ears. As the thin viscous layer reached my scalp, it pushed my hair along to lay flat against my head before flowing over the top, coating me in the thinnest of layers.
A glance down into the tray revealed that nearly all of the slime was now either clenched upon me, or crawling up me. It wouldn’t be long before I was completely enveloped–a point reinforced by the tickle of slime upon my chin.
I extended my right foot and dipped my toes into the slime. It felt cool and thick, resisting my pressure for only a moment before giving way. I got the feeling it was spreading away from my foot, rather than my foot parting it, all the way until my heel touched the bottom of the tray. Only then did the slime seem to flow back against and over my foot.
There was an odd tickling sensation as if a hundred little tendrils were examining and exploring my skin. The gel seemed to bulge and form waves on its surface that moved toward my foot! A few tendrils broke above the surface across the tray, like they were testing the air. Instinctively I squeezed my knees together as if to protect myself from attack.
“Still ok, Evie?” The voice of genuine concern was Agent D’s. She and Agent J had stayed close, one on each side of me, ready to provide assistance at any hint of my distress.
“All good, Dee. It’s just tingling a little, and I think it’s getting ready to start climbing.”
I started lowering my left foot into the slime. As soon as my left toes touched, the slime paused moving around my right foot. I could feel that it was still active, just waiting, so I continued slipping my foot in until I was standing on my own in the tray.
I had barely stopped moving when the surface of the slime bulged again and began climbing above my ankles. At first it rose in a uniform wave, but soon advancing tendrils broke through and flowed along the contours of my flesh, determining the direction of the slime’s flow.
“Hi guys! Nice of you to invite me back for more testing!” I gave a big grin and a wave as the team of scientists looked up from their workstations.
“Ahh, Agent Evangeline!” a striking dark-haired woman replied, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. She smoothed her black skirt and straightened her crisp white lab coat. “Thank you for making time to come. You know you’re the first one we think of when we want to test something really special.” The other men and women around her nodded in unison.
“Hee-hee…flattery will get you everything, Elle,” I cooed in a playful voice. “Including multiple testing sessions.”
“Delightful,” the tall brunette purred, winking at me before lowering her glasses to look me over. “Getting you to come multiple times is always our goal, Evie.”
I enjoyed these sessions with the inventors working in the Codex Cryptae Research and Development lab. They were passionate about their work and wanted to test their innovations rigorously. In return for my help, they always made sure to keep me outfitted with the latest gadgets and tools of the trade.
The more rigorous the testing the better–I liked to keep my skills fresh. They, in turn, took it as their personal mission to have their new inventions outperform, outwit, or outlast me. I rarely lost, but Agent L and her team rarely failed to push me to my limits.
Plus, they always seemed to know how to show a girl a good time. The eager grins on their faces told me they had something extra special prepared for me this time.
I looked about and spied a mannequin with a black leather harness strapped tightly about it. “Hey, Elle!” I called out excitedly. “Is that the prototype Cinchmaster 9.7 you were talking about? Is it ready for testing?”
“It is, but…” she replied with one raised eyebrow, “We have something else even more remarkable to show you first.”
“Ok, Elle,” I said, still studying the shiny black straps and gleaming steel rings of the legendary restraint system, trying to see what was new. “As long as you invite me back to test that, too.”
“I promise, yours will be the first body it hugs,” Agent L replied with a soft laugh. “My entire team has insisted upon it.” Around her, the entire team nodded and grinned again while she walked to a central workbench. “Allow me to show you what’s even more impressive than that.”
She scanned the faces of her team until she found the one she was looking for. “Agent D, will you please bring the flask with the specimen here?”
A slender, pretty redhead stepped forward and handed Agent L a clear cylinder with a viscous black gel in the bottom. “Here you are, ma’am,” she said in a deferential tone. She stood beside her boss and clasped her hands in front of her. I smiled at her, and when she made eye contact with me she blushed shyly and quickly looked back to Agent L.
“Thank you, Dee,” Agent L said with a thin smile. “Stay close, I’ll need you once we begin.” That brought a proud smile to the young woman’s face.
She swirled the flask and it sloshed around, then quickly settled at the bottom again. “I call it ‘encasement slime.’ I think it will have defensive and security applications. Observe.”
Agent L put on a thick glove and picked up a metal rod from her desk. She placed the rod inside the flask and stirred the goo at the bottom. When she removed it, the rod was clean and the gel settled again. “The slime remains inert when in contact with cool, dry materials. But watch what happens when it comes in contact with something warm and moist.”
She placed the rod in a flask of boiling water to warm it. This time when she placed the rod in the slime, the black gel slowly began to climb its sides until the rod was enveloped by the slime. Once it was encased, the gel solidified to a rubbery coating.
“Wow, Elle!” I exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “So it seeks out heat and contains it?”
“Yes…and moisture keeps it pliant.” Agent L nodded. “Otherwise, it remains stiff and rubbery.” She picked up the rod with ungloved fingers and held it aloft.
“Amazing! So it could be a passive trap that activates when a warm object comes by?”
Agent D spoke up: “Yes! Or a defense. Or a restraint.”
“I see…” I replied, winking at her. “I think Dee has just revealed what you need me for, Elle.”
“Correct. We’ve tested it extensively with inanimate objects,” Agent L confirmed. “Now we’re ready for organic testing. And with something less…passive.”
“So you want to put the slime on me.” I gave a wry smile to show her I wasn’t at all surprised.
“Yes…” her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Or more precisely, put you in the slime.”
I looked at the flask of black gel thoughtfully, trying to imagine what it would feel like, climbing over me and trying to encase me. I had to admit, the thought excited me more than a little.
“Ok, I think I can handle having it envelop me. But what about when it gets over my mouth and nose…how do I breathe? Or will it go…in me?” I wasn’t thinking about just my mouth and nose.
“You should definitely keep your mouth closed, but you will be safe.” Agent L assured me. “When tested on mannequins the slime simply passed over the nose and ears. Agents J and D will be standing by, and as soon as it’s solidified, we will free your mouth and keep it open with a breathing tube.”
“You see, as soon as it hardens, we can touch it,” Agent D added. “And at any time, we can cut and pull it away from you. You just need to say the word and we’ll separate you from the specimen, and remove any residue.”
I studied their eager and confident faces, trying to think of any other concerns or questions to ask. I couldn’t think of any. And while I trusted Elle completely, there was something she was holding back which made me a little nervous.
There had been a couple times an overly enthusiastic member of her team had put me in a situation more dangerous than they’d planned for. Or more compromising than they’d let on.
Still, I couldn’t think of any reasons to object. And it did sound pretty fun and challenging.
“Ok!” I exclaimed excitedly. “When do we begin?”
“Right away,” Agent L replied with a satisfied smile.
Agent L led me over to where a metal tray lay on the floor. “We will suspend you over this tray, and fill it with the encasement slime. Then we will slowly lower you in.”
I nodded, looking up at the scaffolding held above the tray by a winch, leather cuffs dangling from it. “I can handle that.”
“Ahh, yes,” she said, noticing the direction of my gaze. “Well, not only do we need to lower you in, you’ll need something to hold you should the encasement cause you to lose your balance or struggle. So we will have to restrain you.”
“Of course…you always do!” I replied wryly.
“And we need to test the specimen against bare flesh. So we will, of course, need you to disrobe.”
“Of course…you always do!” I replied again in the same voice, this time with a knowing grin.
“I can take your clothing someplace safe, Agent Evangeline,” Agent D chirped.
“Thank you, Dee,” I replied, beginning to shed my skinsuit. After slipping out of it, I removed my choker and Codex Cryptae pendant, and laid them on top of the skinsuit that Agent D had neatly folded for me. She blushed and looked away while I stood before her in the nude.
“I’ll help you into the cuffs, Evie,” Agent J offered enthusiastically, holding out his hand for mine.
“Now, Jay, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I grinned, and held his hand as I stepped into the metal tray. He smiled and kept respectful eye contact with me, never once stealing a glance at my naked form. Unlike many of his gawking peers. I held my hands up over my head while he unbuckled the hanging restraints and fastened them around my wrists.
Agent J had established himself as the premier restraint designer for the Cryptae labs. He had supervised the Cinchmaster development program since version 9009, and I was the primary test subject–so we were equally comfortable with him putting restraints on me. Although we usually didn’t have such a large and curious audience for our testing sessions.
In fact, Agent J was probably the only man who had put me in bondage more than my partner, Will. (To Will’s credit, he was doing his best to catch up). I often joked with Jay that his job made him the 3rd luckiest guy in the world. He had yet to disagree.
Just as Agent J finished securing my wrists together above me, Agent D returned with a larger container of the encasement slime. “We’ll pour it in the tray as soon as Jay gets you lifted up out of the way.”
“No need, Jay!” I said, pulling myself up by the wrist restraints and tucking my knees up to my chest. “Today is abs day anyway. Go ahead and pour, Dee!”
I twisted my knees to one side so I could look down and see the slime being poured out into the tray. It held a circular shape momentarily as it was poured, before spreading to the corners and flattening itself out. While it was moving it had a greyish matte look, but when it stilled, the surface took on a shiny black gloss. It was fascinating to watch–and more than a little creepy.
“Whenever you’re ready, Agent Evangeline,” Agent L said in an expectant tone.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, shooting her a quick smile. I was suddenly feeling a little bit apprehensive. My breathing had increased and my forehead prickled with perspiration–and it wasn’t just from holding my abdominal crunch for so long. I could feel myself clasping my hands together tensely above me.
“Are you alright, agent?” Her words implied concern, but her tone was laced with impatience.
“I’m fine, Elle. Just taking my time…for science, of course! So you can all take good notes, you know?” I put a big smile on my face and suppressed my nervousness.
“Very well,” she said curtly. “Please enter the specimen tray.” She sounded a lot more clinical than I’d prefer while I was about to dip my toes into what looked like a woman-eating alien goo.