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SPECTRAL SPECTACLE: MirageCorp's Annual Convention

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The sun was deliciously warm; Kasten had no reason to move. For that matter, nor did she want to. It was a lazy - what day was it? It was a lazy day and Kas had no reason whatsoever to move from her comfortable cushioned windowsill. In fact, she had resolved, she was going to nap and relax - in this spot - until otherwise. What a comfortable contest, she thought to herself.

Kas lost the contest in under 10 minutes. The raucous sound on pounding on her front door gave her a quick loss.

"Mre-wha?"

Her eyes shot open and she fell to the ground from her warm and comfy perch.

Kas pawed around her house until she made her way to the front door. She was in no mood for visitors. Unless they were bringing presents. Or food. Both would be acceptable. Yes.

Kasten swung the door open. With wide brown eyes she scanned left and right. Across the street, a dark-skinned man in a strange black-and-white suit waved goodbye.

At her feet, Kas saw an ordinary brown cardboard box. There was no logo on it and the shipping information seemed to be lacking a proper return address.

"Present!" Kas squeed with joy. She loved getting packages in the mail. She loved packages so much she had opened it up right there and then, standing in the doorway.

"This is not food!"

Kas held in her hand a pair of metallic tickets. The woman could not help but look away. She was entranced; they shined, and she loved shiny objects. But moreso than that, they -gleamed-. They sparkled in the noon sun. They had a claming effect; a soothing, hypnotic warmth that made them feel *valuable.* She wanted to...

"Welcome, valued customer! You have purchased or been gifted one of MirageCorp International's fine products. To show our appreciation, we invite you to visit the National Theater for an upcoming presentation of Mirage's fine products. Complimentary food, drinks, and merchandise will be provided. Just present this ticket and give its registration number to the security guard for your all-access pass!"

Human safety, restraint, nonlethal weaponry, or just plain fun - whatever your pleasure, MirageCorp is happy to please!

KAS-YNOP-00010

Kasten could not stop staring at the tickets.

**



Like a metronome, Phantom's heels clacked against the ceramic floor of the stage with perfect timing. The curtains dampened a bilious echo, but there was still a deafening silence across the stage.

The stage itself was located in a convention center. Phantom admittedly felt slightly vulnerable. Normally, presentations and ostentatious displays of power were reserved for her inner sanctum in her headquarters, the MIRAGE Corporation building.

The silence was comforting in its own way. While it might not be as comfortable as her inner sanctum, it had charms all its own; it was a delightful change of pace. The theater was a touch of old-world elegance. There was no hum of machinery, no computers whirring, no security forces on radios, no gagged moans f-

"Mmmngh! Hnngh..."

The villainess stopped statue-still for a whole second and jerkily turned on her heel to stare at the source of her newfound ire.

Phantom briefly glanced at her friend's outfit. Talon the panther was dressed from neck to toes in a stringent outfit; latex, rubber, and straps of all sorts made his ensemble a thing of beauty. Phantom wanted to savor his luxurious and bound appearance, glancing only briefly.

His thighs and curvaceous butt were glistening in their black latex; metallic restraints gave him 'hooves' and motors combined with electrostimulation of his muscles could make him 'walk'. A tight corset showed off his masculine and muscular chest, which in itself was covered by a thin layer of ebon-black rubber. His headgear consisted of a bitgag and head-harness, which, in itself, consited of a pair of blinders and a pair of earphones.

Just to make sure he didn't try and prance away, he was hooked up and harnessed to a metal frame.

While was no longer ambulatory, the panther could still shake with glee. He was rattling, moving his body weight and making his straps and buckles rattle against the sleek burnished metal of his rack. And then there was the moaning. Between his lips was a bit-gag, strapped and locked behind his head with a lock only Phantom could open via voice command. His teeth comfortably bit and strained against its soft embrace, and his lips were daintily pursed around the gag. She could almost make out a pleasured smile.

She bristled at her train of thought being disturbed. Click, clack, click, clack. She walked up to her 'display model' and rested her hands on his shoulders.

"Oh, Talon." She moved her lips, but no sound was emitted. Instead, she transmitted her words to Talon's neural implant. In an overdramatic fashion she put her head against her forehead, feigning feminine frailty.

"Your squirms, while normally a symphony to my ears, are directly against what I asked of you earlier. Utter silence until the big reveal. Do you not understand? Performance, spectacle - presentation is everything. My audience is just a few feet away. Mistresses and masters; employees and captives; friends and, yes, even enemies."

She cooed and moved closer to her model. He could feel her breasts against his chest, her right hand luxuriously petting the soft back of his neck, and her left hand dancing over his inner thighs with gentle succour.

"...and then there are the villains! The villainous masterminds, Geniuses, and antiheroes who have come to watch MirageCorp's first public event in some time. The Red Widow and all sorts of mercenary groups, Enduring Technologies and Raven's Flock, L.A.Y.E.R, Omega and Mauser Enterprises, Omni Consumer Products, GCI agents and Tasha's research group... Even if they did not come here to squirm in their seats to the sight of pony-boys and girls, they have come to observe technology which will effeciently bind their enemies and humiliate them with the utmost of efficiency."

Phantom continued to tease at his thighs, eliciting another moan from between his gagged lips.

"Hush, hush," she mouthed. His ratchet was restrained beneath the metal chastity belt, but that had never been much of a problem for Phantom. Her hand moved over the smooth stainless steel that imprisoned his shaft and he meeped again. Her fingers sent commands to his equipment; the cock-ring tightened and loosened, sent the tiniest of elecroshocks, and the motors gently massaged his cock - enough to elicit a further squirm of obedience, but quickly dying down and slowing to a crawl so as not to give him the orgasmic bliss that he so desired.

"Put on a good face. Look helpless. Make the submissives out there want to *be* you, make the dominants out there want to *own* you, and make anyone who does not normally think of ponyboys be suddenly overcome with the *need* for a whole harem of them."

Phantom left her assistant to his beleaguered breathing and his moans of joy.  
**


Kas stared at the tickets. They spoke to her. They told her to obey. They told her to follow instructions. She forced herself to blink, but their shiny, beautiful nature told her that she could not look away. She was to attend the show and submit.

**



Pageantry. That was the word of the day. Presentation was everything.

Phantom had kept her staff in complete silence –gagged in necessary – and had quieted the crowd to a dead silence.

She flicked her hands and the curtain was thrown.

The villainess stood in a stark outfit, a tight-fitting suit and tighter skirt, combined with a bright vermillion shirt.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! MirageCorp International, and I, your host, Phantom, humbly give you accolades and thanks to my esteemed guests. You have been invited to witness a variety of MirageCorp's most famous products – and for a select few, test them out. We will be having a formal introduction in just a moment, but please, forgive me. I am too excited to show off our latest commercial product – the Forge!"

The rear curtain behind Phantom was thrown open, and a colossal contraption surrounding a conveyor belt was highlighted on the stage by stagelights.

Kas snapped back to her senses. She stood at the head of the contraption. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
"What am I doing here?"

**

Kasten stood outside the City Theater. She stared blankly at the tickets. Instinctively, unable to resist, she walked towards the back entrance.

"Uhh…. HQ, we have another participant," said one security guard.

"We have about ten minutes before the mental scrambling effects of the tickets wear off. Let's get this model inside."

**


"…The Forge possesses a wide variety of capabilities, mind you. You could use it just to spray-coat a catsuit onto one of your minions, or to add just one finishing touch to a henchman. The Forge's capabilities can be used to 'force-equip' your minions, at that; leaving them in heavy armor that they are incapable to take off. This enforces obedience and teaches them to rely on others."

The "Forge" was a large contraption that took up a large part of the stage. It consisted of a long, segmented conveyor belt on gravity rollers. Angular stations painted in black and white split up the belt into several segments. Each of these stations also possessed clear transparisteel windows, so as to allow viewers to see what happened at each station.

The interior of the stations themselves were fairly clean affairs; hexagonal, octagonal, or otherwise geometricially-shaped interior belied a multitude of tools and equipment hidden just past the clean white walls.

"Speaking of reliance – you can never quite rely on slaves and captives to stay put, can you? Unless you, like I, enjoy particularly heavy-duty restraints, they have a surprisingly good chance of somehow slipping from your fingers.

Instead of keeping them in one place – why not keep an eye on them at all times? Have your subjects right next to you, servicing you… transporting you!"

Phantom made an elegant and ostentatious twirl of her fingers. Two MirageCorp security officers grabbed Kas, still disoriented, and pushed her onto the far end of the conveyor belt. She felt the belt moving beneath her feet, towards the first station.

"I showed you the end result with our ponyboy display earlier. Now you can see the process in detail. First, and this, as with every other step, is optional, the subject is dressed in a skintight neoprene catsuit, pressed and sealed to contour their body. The suit itself hosts a suite of sensors and electrostimulation units. With it, you can leave the suit on for longer periods of time, with the suit keeping the captive's muscles intact and working. It also connects to the central monitoring unit, which allows you to keep track of all of their vitals without any intrusion."

"Step one." The conveyor belt moved Kas to the first station. The interior, like all the others, was a small octagonal room. Two of the sides – the left and the right – were doors that swung open and closed in order to let her through. The front side was actually a glass panel. She could see the gathered crowd staring at her.

The rest of the walls contained holes, panels, and compartments.
Four tall, vertical compartments slid open and a thick sheet was extended between the two. In a flash, Kasten was sandwiched between the two sheets. Her reflexes made her still, almost as though she was trying to hide and blend in with her surroundings. Her stillness only made the process all the more convenient as she held out her arms in surprise. The neoprene sheets advanced together, trapping her from the top of her neck down in a black embrace. She stood held in place for moment while another slot opened, revealing a thermal fissure cutter. Kas, being held immobile, was kept still while the cutter quickly and accurately sliced Kas's silhouette from the sheets – though now she found herself sealed into the aforementioned black catsuit. The thermal cutter also added a zipper up the back of the suit that reached from her navel to the top of the back of her neck– just barely out of Kas's reach – before retracting. Before she could question this, the conveyor belt re-activated.

"Step two." Phantom continued the role of the ringmaster. "Ah. It warms my cybernetic heart. She has the smooth elegance of a dolphin – but how are we to keep her from emancipating herself from her new vestements? A simple solution, really. A posture collar hides the zipper and adds a glamorous touch, keeping her standing straight. Furthermore, her "hooves" are added – although personally I prefer a straitjacket or even an armbinder. Both are excellent for storage, you see."

As Kas was moved into the next station, a pair of gravitic magnets emerged from slots above her head and below her legs. This forced her into a large X-position, leaving her vulnerable and open to the machines to savage and dress her. She mrewled to herself, feeling her thighs and breasts spread wide as slots opened, revealing long operating tools that looked more like they belonged on a space probe than in this room.

The bottom manipulators held a gorgeous thigh-high boots – maroon with black trim, and a 'racing stripe' of white along the sides- that were placed on and zipped up her legs. The boots were tall, with extremely high heels that made her rest on a pair of gel-insole 'hooves,' complete with a pair of rubber-grip horseshoes.
Her hands, flanked as well, had a beautiful pair of 'hooves,' elaborate bondage mittens. A series of layers were applied; first, a  heart-shaped ball that gripped her delicate fingers. Then came an adhesive glove that covered them both, followed by a fine synthetic leather 'hoof,' that of course reduced the usability of her hands to nothing as the restraints released, giving her control of her arms and legs.


"Nya?" At a loss for words, the attendee-turned-model reached and pawed at the zipper, to no avail – she no longer had the dexterity to grip it. It teased at her. She was so close; she could almost grip the zipper with her new 'hooves,' almost unzip it and run for freedom, unbridled by the restrictive and warm suit.

As she gripped the zipper, however, one more insult became her latest piece of clothing – a tall posture collar made of rigid synthetic leather, a gorgeous bright red. It kept her head tilted slightly up, and while she had some movement it certainly hid the zipper from her hands.


"Excellent," intoned Phantom as Kas was shuffled along the conveyor belt. She pleaded at the audience, flailing cutely to try and warn them. "Hey!" She yelled. "Mrew! Are you even listening to me? I need some assistance! Look! "

Kasten disappeared into the next station.

"This station is more traditional; normally it is robotically-controlled, but to show you how much fun personally interacting with your victims can be, I have assigned one of my many employees to dress her personally. Go ahead, Joe."
She grinned, talking into the microphone surreptitiously as though Joe could not hear.

"He will be  "volunteering" later tonight for some of MirageCorp's other products. Just wait and see."

As Kas was moved along the conveyor belt, she began to comprehend that her situation was out of her hands – and for that matter, probably out of the hands of some of the staff and the audience. The belt was going to keep moving; this Phantom woman had no desire to stop it or end the show prematurely. She was going to be dressed to the end.

"Anyway, Step Three involves the application of plugs, gags, bridles – all the accoutrements. Step four happens just afterwards, as she is hooked up to a the MCMU – MirageCorp Central Monitoring Unit – that keeps the levels of her pleasure, pain, and other motivators – such as temperature – available to you as the captor."

Kasten slid into the next station.

"Welcome, kitten!" greeted a cheery-looking male wearing the traditional MirageCorp security uniform. "Trust me – you're gonna like it. I'm sure you're skeptical now, and even scary – but that's the best part. Being a pony will be one of the best experiences of your life…"

He nuzzled Kas's trembling forehead. "…I promise! Maybe I'll even join you!"

Joe took great pains to keep her calm. The accessories Phantom had hinted at were very real. A head-harness, studded and black, covered her head.

Joe locked each of her arms into heavy leather wrist-straps, and , attatched to the two, short metal bars that further locked to D-rings on the posture collar. This gave her the effect of keeping her arms about two feet from her head, not unlike a rearing horse or other animal. It also ensured that she would be unable to unlock the various locks that Joe was snapping in place, locks which were designed to keep her various accoutrements from falling off – or being removed by 'unauthorized persons.' Kas understood that she was not authorized.

Further, Joe relished in the plug – removing the collar and unzipping the suit for just a moment in order to insert the shaped dildo – one which teased and gently hummed, creating a low but unforgettable and inescapable level of pleasure. Further, he locked a metallic belt around her groin.
Joe zipped her back up, slapped her rump teasingly, and sent her on her way.

"Before we get to stage four and five, let me also show off the plug. This dildo – yes, I said it, a naughty word – is of normal size, fitted to be comfortable without causing undue pain. You can of course use other sizes. Specifically, this one can measure as well as adjust the smart-linked plug's features, letting you tease to your heart's sadistic content. Might I politely add that she, like any captive, will be rather unable to orgasm without your kindly assistance?"

"Stage four involves minor additions. SpectreLocks, one of MirageCorp's inventions, only respond to specific voice commands – no keyholes or keys to worry about. Our beautiful pony and our lovely audience would do well to note that our model has several locking key places – meaning any do-gooders or forces of justice will find themselves ill-prepared to free your hard-earned hostage from bondage."

"Stage four, in addition to a few extra locks, has the automated accessorizing of the aforementioned MCMU. If, for some reason, you are not in the mood to train and observe her yourself, you can have the MCMU do the work. Transmitted to her brain via non-invasive neural augmentors and, more importantly, the holographic slave blinders, you can "teach" your captives proper behavior via rewards and punishments, all remotely controllable."
"Not to mention that the command unit does interface with the neoprene suit, meaning you can trick her muscles with electrical impulses. You can have her prancing, walking, dancing, pulling your cart through your EVIL LAIR…"

The woman's voice trailed off as Kat was transported through another white station. She moaned, the plug slowly starting to tease her, building her up – and letting her down slowly but gently, keeping her mind on her situation and her the unabating teasing of her erogenous zones.

She opened her mouth willingly for the black rubber gag, and clamped down around it. It gave her something to chew on as she moaned, something to help relieve her stress as the headphones, blinders, and locks were all mounted on her body. If this was what all models felt like…

"Oh, and of course, we do have other gag models. Ball-gags, O-rings and mouths open. In fact, after this demonstration, why not? We will have a sub-demonstration. But for now, I yield the floor and this hall to our other presenters. I am certain Tasha has some fascinating breakthroughs that you will find no less relevant…"

The conveyor belt continued off the stage, into the darkness behind the curtains. Squirming and captive Kas barely kept herself balanced. Was there anyone coming to free her? Or at least receive her? Before she dropped off the belt? And how much farther was it?

Phantom walked off the stage, casually dropping the microphone into the hands of her next presenter. She sidled up alongside the still-moving Kas, adjusting her pace to match that of the slowly-moving ponygirl model.

"This keeps going. The machine, that is. The belt drops you off into the sub-level. Down there I have another machine. All sorts of other evil things. Maybe we will encase you in latex from head to toe. Maybe we will do what we do with some of our underperforming employees; encase you from the neck-down in a tube. That way I can still touch you, use your mouth, tease you, even have a chat with you. Who knows? The conveyor belt does not. That is the funny thing about machines; machines are under the control of an operator. You cannot reason with it. Maybe we'll just use you as a bed-pet or a statue."

Phantom hoisted Kasten, struggling and mewling, off of the conveyor belt and loosened her gag, planting a kiss firmly on her nose.

"Lucky for you, I am not all machine."
I think that I like writing. I hope that this story is enjoyable.

I always struggle with endings. Can you tell? I just wanted to finish the story towards the end and get it out there.

What do you think of the narrative? Too confusing? It jumps around a few times, cutting between the present - Kas the model being used at the MirageCorp spectacle - and showing how she got there.

I also plan on having one last MirageCorp contest centered around this concept - the "Spectacle."
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Lion-Oh-Day's avatar
Only 60% so yes Star wars fans she is " More Woman than Machine now".