More Sleepy Adventures - Part 22
Sara
Recapture!)
Ampere hurtled down the slide, cursing her stupidity. It took her
several moments to even think about using her powers to slow her
descent. But it was no use, the slide itself did not appear to be
metallic, and the walls remained tantalisingly out of reach. The
heroine's precipitous fall ended abruptly as her feet impacted
against a solid plate.
Disorientated by the slide, and feeling the drugs once again clouding
her mind, Ampere's reactions were far too sluggish. Before she really
registered that her journey had ended, machinery whirred into action
around her.
Slender rubber straps sprung from the slide, in an instant they had
wrapped tightly around her body, encircling her neck, her wrists and
her ankles. Then, a shape loomed over her, dropping slowly from above
the prone heroine. Ampere struggled against the bonds, but they held
firm. The shape dropped closer, now she could see that it was a hollow
tube, padded on the inside and a little under five foot long.
The tube closed over Ampere's body, covering her from the neck
downwards. There was a hiss as it sealed shut, and then she felt
herself being lifted up. Machinery moved the trapped heroine through a
series of tunnels, eventually she came to rest in another chamber,
superficially identical to where she and The Anaesthetist had fought.
The drug was making it so hard to think now, both her body and mind
felt numb and stiff. She had tried to find any kind of power at first,
but now she did not even bother. She hung dejectedly in her bonds,
feeling helpless and wondering if she was truly defeated this time.
To an outside observer, all that was visible of the heroine was her
head. The rest of her body was sealed inside a ceramic tube that
narrowed at the top and fused perfectly with the rubber strap around
her throat. She had been swung upright during her journey, and was
positioned in the exact centre of the room.
A long arm descended soundlessly from the ceiling before connecting a
heavy pipe to the back of Ampere's prison. There was a distant hum as
a pump activated. Something thick and syrupy began to flow down the
pipe. At first the young woman did not notice.
Then, very slowly, the heroine became aware of something warm and
liquid, oozing over her back, and down her slender legs. But she
couldn't do anything about this disturbing sensation, her bonds held
tight, she could not even turn her head in order to see what this new
assault was. After a short while, she could feel the liquid pooling
around her feet. The pump continued to hum and the fluid rose slowly
over her body. The sensation grew less uncomfortable all the time,
becoming a gentle, cushioning heat.
Ampere found herself relaxing, and by the time her ceramic prison had
completely filled, her eyelids had half-closed as she drifted in
semi-slumber. Inside, tiny scavenger nanobots were dismantling the
now-redundant rubber straps. The syrupy liquid was also changing,
congealing and solidifying around the heroine's body.
Once the nano-machines had finished with her bindings, they then set to
work on her stolen clothes. It was only a matter of moments, before she
was once again naked. The leotard broken down for raw materials. While
all this was taking place inside the tube, outside another small arm
descended, it took a few seconds to align itself correctly, then shot
forward plunging a tiny needle into Ampere's neck.
There was a hiss as the syringe injected its contents directly into the
helpless heroine's bloodstream. The arm then withdrew, disappearing
into the ceiling. Ampere stirred slightly when the needle struck home,
but almost as quickly she settled again, her eyes gradually closing
shut as her breathing deepened and slowed.
Having finally completed its work, the tube disconnected from the back
of Ampere's prison and it too disappeared into a concealed recess.
Several minutes went by, and then the tube hinged open, revealing what
had happened to its occupant.
Ampere stood, her arms and legs straight, as if standing to attention.
>From the neck down, her naked body was now coated with clear resin.
...
The Anaesthetist had eventually recovered from his earlier encounter
with Ampere. He healing remarkably quickly, but that did not make the
injuries any less painful. He did not consider himself to be a
vindictive man, but he took no small pleasure in the knowledge that the
fleeing heroine had drop straight into one of his slide traps.
Geist had offered no resistance as he had rebound her and replaced the
sleep mask. This meant that he was able to turn his entire attention to
what he intended to do with Ampere. He was half way to the holding
chamber where she would have been deposited when it came to him. After
a suitable period of "punishment" for her earlier assault, he would
put the proud heroine in the position of having to choose whether she
or her young friend would go through his "programming" procedure.
The thought of putting this woman in such a "no-win" situation was
immensely satisfying and served to dispel the last of the aching pain
from when Ampere had kicked him in the groin.
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