Airtight Security
Written by TwistedSnakes
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In the darkness of the corridor, you carefully unscrew the metal panel and take off the digital keypad. After reconnecting some wires, the door beside you slides open. You sneak into the lab before the door closes behind you.
The laboratory is dark, but you quickly scan the vast room with your night vision goggles. It's more of a workshop than a science lab; various workstations are set up around the room where cutting-edge military equipment is being put together. A futuristic suit of armour stands in the middle of a station, surrounded by tools and welding devices. At another station, a helmet with neural implants is mounted on a stand, surrounded by a network of cables.
During the day, these workstations would be filled with scientists and engineers hard at work. But at night, the clatter of tools and tapping of keyboards give way to the discomforting silence of still air.
You head to the nearest workstation with a computer. All the computers are connected to the internal network, so it doesn't matter which one you pick. You sit down in front of the computer and boot it up. The "Solstice Tech" logo appears, accompanied by a loading bar.
While you wait for the loading bar to fill, you look around the station. There's a shiny black sheet stretched across an upright rectangular frame, almost as if it were a doorway into pure darkness. Around the frame are metal claws mounted on robotic arms. They're probably testing a new synthetic material here. You'd like to touch the sheet out of curiosity, but you know better than to meddle with weird things in science laboratories.
The computer screen loads up, and you insert a pass into the security card reader. "Welcome Decro Castor," reads the screen. You scoff. Poor guy is going to find his pass missing tomorrow, but for now, you have the whole of tonight to figure things out
There's some software that alerts the sysadmins when a USB device is connected, so you open up the main terminal and run a few commands to disable it. Then you plug in your thumb drive and start connecting to Solstice Tech's internal network. You then run your custom build of Nmap in the background, letting it map the entire network while scraping any metadata it can find.
In the meantime, you run another script to start cracking the encryption on the files on this computer. At first, you only see training data and company memos, but the script's machine learning algorithm quickly skips these folders to look for valuable files. Within the minute, it decrypts the dossier on the synthetic material that's stretched across the frame beside you. Reading the documentation is a safer way to sate your curiosity.
"Project Vita Membrane" reads the title. You quickly scan the page, reading words like "nanite polymer", "piezoelectric", and "photoactive". A material that can be controlled to move and light up. Sounds like the perfect material for battle under armour. You're about to scroll to the second page when there's a whirring sound behind you.
You turn around. The lab is empty. Even the infrared vision on your goggles isn't picking up any heat sources. There's another whir behind you. You try to dash away, but it's too late. One of the mechanical claws has already grabbed you by the wrist. It yanks your arm up into the air, lifting you off the floor.
You try to twist yourself out of the vice-like grip but to no avail. Your other hand tries to pry the claw open, but they refuse to yield. Another claw grabs your free wrist and pulls your arms apart.
Shit.
You kick and struggle, but the mechanical arms have you captive. Your instincts urge you to scream for help, but you know better than to alert security to your trespassing. Keep calm. Someone probably forgot to turn these arms off, and now they're running amok and grabbing things. Surprising, but overall harmless.
You change your mind as you see an arm come towards you with a sharp blade. You close your eyes and turn away, but the pain doesn't come. Instead, the blade expertly slices through your clothes, leaving you nude.
What perverted system is this?
You barely have time to contemplate your situation when the arms move you again. They position you with your back facing the black sheet mounted on the metal frame. You're still not sure what the material is supposed to do, but you don't want to find out. You pour your entire being into breaking free, but the unyielding claws ignore your pleas. As your back touches the material, it sticks to your skin. Stick? No. It feels like the black sheet is stretching around your body, holding you in its grip.
The claws let go, leaving you stuck on the material, thrashing about like a fly on flypaper. The cold air caressing your nude form only adds to the vulnerability. You're so distracted trying to escape that you don't see the second sheet until it's in front of you.
"Help m--mngfht!"
The two frames slam together, trapping you between the sheets of nanite polymer. They start fusing to each other, melding around your body. Your limbs are trapped in a spreadeagle pose. You try to tug and pull, but the latex-like membrane simply tugs you back into place. The sheets tighten around your chest, making it hard to breathe. As you gasp for air, the sheet conforms to the shape of your face.
Is this what it's like to be trapped in a vacbed?
You're reduced to a squirming form beneath the black sheets. Every curve, every crevice of your body is emphasised beneath the shiny material. It grips your body, teasing you in all your sensitive zones.
Fuck!
You tug and pull, but there's no stopping as your manhood is coaxed into a complete and unwilling erection. The membrane forces your shaft upwards, pressing your stiffness against your lower abs where it continues to tease the underside of your dick.
This is not how you imagined this espionage mission to go, but this needs to stop here. You need to escape before--
Zap.
An electrical shock surges through your body, accompanied by a blinding yellow flash. You convulse from the light pain, but it quickly subsides, leaving you dazed.
What's happening--
Zap. Zap.
The membrane sends a powerful pulse through the length of your spine. Your head hurts from the overwhelming sensations of pain and colour.
Grahh!
You gnash your teeth, your face in a tortured expression from under the sheet as you steel yourself for the next series of shocks.
Zap. Zap. Zap.
As your prison inflicts its agony upon your anguished form, the material tenses up around your cock for a burst of pleasure.
Zap.
Zap. Zap.
Zap. Zap. Zap.
There's almost a rhythm to the pulses of shocks and flashes, each one leaving you disoriented in its wake. But you need to fight back. You need to--
Zap!
It's...
hard...
to think...
Zap! Zap!
Your pelvic muscles clench. The sheet is working your dick up to a climax.
Can't...
give...
in...
Zap! Zap! ZAP!
You're not sure what you're doing.
Zap.
You're not sure where you are.
Zap. Zap.
You stop struggling. Your neural network is slowly unwound, along with all your thoughts, your memories, your identity.
Zap. Zap. ZAP!
The series of pulses is enough to force an orgasm out of you. You clench and buck, your encased body jerking between from beneath the sheets as you spill your load with abandon. The material traps your seed, leaving it smeared across your lower torso.
Not that you care. Your mind is in a hazy stupor with little much left to fight back. By daybreak, there's nothing left to fight back.
The scientists return to work to find you: a shaking and shuddering form sealed beneath a shiny membrane that hugs your sculpted form, leaving nothing to the imagination. Your body is on display for all to see, but your mind is nowhere to be found.
~ End ~