Author's Note: This is a sort of fanfic/alternate outcome of the Mandarin attack from Iron Man 3. It started out as just the suit, but I decided that Tony would give Pepper a little more than just a suit. This is only based loosely off the events of Iron Man 3. All characters belong to Marvel.

Part 1

Pepper was furious! It was the day of her birthday, and Tony had forgotten (again). All he had done for the past week was work on his latest Iron Man suit. He tried to hide it from her, but she knew. Every time she came home, he was down in his lab, tinkering. What worried her most was what Tony had been adding to them, however. Large quantities of padding had arrived, and Tony seemed to be integrating it into his suits. What was he planning now?!? To sleep in them?!? Little did she know, that Tony was planning a big surprise for her.

As Pepper arrived home, she saw Tony, wearing the suit, sitting on the couch."You're wearing it around the house now?" she asked. "What version is this one, Mark seven?" Tony guiltily looked at the 42 printed on his shoulder."Uum... yeah." He replied. Pepper walked towards the suit, full well knowing Tony was up to something. She decided to check on his lab. As she walked down the stairs, Tony shouted "Uuuh I wouldn't go down there! There was... a toxic spill! Very dangerous!" Pepper took this with a grain of salt and continued downwards shouting "Sure. I'll take that risk," over her shoulder. As she entered the lab, she could see Tony watching her, with a strange apparatus around his head. "What's that" she asked,not surprised he was down in the lab. "Also, what's with the robot man?" "He's not a robot, Pepper," Tony replied. "I'm controlling him using this VR headset. Come here, I have something to show you." Pepper smiled, assuming it was yet another Iron Man suit. It was, but she was surprised with what she saw. "Is that..." she began. "Yes, that is an Iron Woman," replied Tony. "Happy birthday." Pepper threw her arms around Tony, squealing with glee. She had been pestering Tony for months about getting her own suit. Tony smiled knowingly behind her back, winking at the moronic robot arm that was Jarvis' predecessor. "You wanna try it out now?" he asked. "Is it ready?" Pepper countered. Tony replied, saying "Well, you have two options. The VR headset is the safest, as there is no risk of you getting hurt. However, I prefer the thrill of actually being in the suit. It's a similar experience, either way. Your choice, both work perfectly." Pepper, exited, opted to wear the suit. "Does it really need moulds for my breasts?" asked Pepper. "No, not really." replied Tony. "It just allows the world to tell the difference between us... unless they think I'm a crossdresser." They both laughed. "Now, you should probably undress now" stated Tony. Understanding what he meant, Pepper took most of her clothes off. Tony flew in his boxers, but Pepper decided to wear her yoga pants and sports bra. As she undressed, Tony quipped "Hmm. I like the look. You should do that more."

Finally ready to enter the suit, Pepper was filled with excitement, but was also slightly nervous. "Don't worry. Just fly, Jarvis will do the rest" reassured Tony. The suit opened up, and Pepper stepped inside. The padding Tony had integrated was comfortable, probably more so than Tony's suits. Tony stepped away, and began typing at a computer, stepping out of the room. "Wait" called Pepper, but Tony couldn't hear her through the thick glass... Actually, that was only what she thought. He could hear her just fine, thanks to microphones integrated into her suit. He just chose to ignore her, pretending to be overseeing the closure of her suit. As the legs closed, Pepper's nervousness resurfaced. The complete immobility was new to her. As the crotch plate closed, a slight pressure was put on her vagina and ass. She gasped, and Tony chose this moment to speak up. "It may be a bit tight. Measuring you while you slept was no easy task. Just stay still, and I'll adjust the pressure." "Like I have a choice," Pepper muttered. The pressure reduced slightly. "Sorry, metal can only do so much," said Tony, then let Jarvis return to closing the suit. As the suit closed around Pepper's ribcage, she could feel it tightening. She moaned, the began to shout. "Tony! It's crushing me!" Tony, knowing what was going on covered his smiling mouth with one hand. He adjusted the corset function slightly, and resumed the program. Pepper gasped with relief as the pressure subsided slightly. This continued up to her breasts, where the breastplate moulded her breasts, making them appear about a size larger. Pepper was confused, as there was still a level of pressure, more than she would have expected from a hollow breastplate. The suit closed around her shoulders, and the mask around her face. There was a crackle, and she could hear Tony over the radio. "Test test. can you hear me? Just talk, Jarvis will do the rest, and it's two way." "I hear you" Pepper said into the blackness. Was this really what the suit was like? "Ok," said Tony. "Activating the suit"

Pepper heard a hum as the suit came to life. Multiple GUI elements appeared, with a small text tutorial explaining what everything meant. The screen was relatively uncluttered, so Pepper spent the time learning what everything did. Then, Tony said "Ok, let's fly," and the suit's repulsors activated. "I'm just taking you outside, then we can run a tutorial program." Pepper was amazed at how the suit felt. She was left speechless as it flew out the tunnel. The reporters outside gasped in awe, and snapped hundreds of pictures of this new "Iron Woman" Tony began teaching Pepper the basics, and soon she had the hang of it. She impressed the audience quite a bit. Then, Tony noticed a blip on his radar. Jarvis' chose that moment to ask "Shall I run the program, sir?" right as Tony shouted to Pepper "RUN!" Jarvis took over the suit, and, unknown to Tony and Pepper, ran the kinky program Tony had meant for later that night. Pepper sped off, and began evasive maneuvers, and Tony jumped into his suit, forgetting he had programmed a flight path earlier. "Activate thrusters!" he shouted. "Thrusters active" said Jarvis, as a missile hit the house, and Tony blacked out.

Pepper was scared. She had just seen, or rather felt the house explode as she flew away. For some reason, the suit was flying her by itself. Tony had shouted "Run" when the suit took control, so maybe this was some sort of escape clause he had built in. She was flying low, invisible to radar, and eventually flew to an old warehouse, where one of Tony' landing pads was ready. This one was different to the one at Stark tower, or the Stark expo, however. It didn't take off the suit, rather it integrated with it. Pepper watched as it attached and merged with the suit, feeling something press against her crotch and ass, and a small spray of some liquid underneath her nose. She breathed through her mouth, but as she held it open the pad connected with her mask, integrating a large penus gag. It thrust deep into her mouth, muffling her cries and forcing her to breath through her nose. Cameras flickered into view on her hud, and the outside world faded to black. She saw footage of a female Iron Man suit, surrounded with various toys hanging off of a large ring, and realized that it was her in the video. She thrashed, but the suit held firm. Why would Tony do this to her? Or maybe somebody had hacked her suit... Was that even possible? She panicked, and began to thrash about, breathing heavily through her nose. She smelled chloroform, and too late remembered the spray under her nose. She slowly slipped into unconsciousness, in which the ring began it's work.

Tony woke up flying through the air. "Am I still dreaming?" he though. Then he heard Jarvis say "Low battery. Entering power save mode" and the repulsors shut off. He slammed into the ground next to the highway. "Open suit!" he frantically shouted. The suit opened, seconds before shutting down and trapping him inside. Out of the darkness, he heard a voice say "What the hell was that! You need a ride, sonny?" Tony graciously accepted, and got a ride to town. After he had warmed up slightly, he went to a payphone, and sent a call to his secure message board, knowing that Pepper would check it when she was safe. He said "Um... Pepper. I'm still alive, but I won't be able to make it back for a while. You're going to have to keep safe by yourself. Also, don't use the Mark 43! Without Jarvis, who knows what could happen. If the Mandarin knew when we would be in, who knows what else he can do! Love you, Tony" He hung up, and began his search for clues and something strong enough to juice up the Suit.

Pepper slept for a long time. As she lay unconscious, the machine moved her around, removing various pieces of armour and integrating into the suit more. The breasts were already under control, but on the helmet there was a gag ring added, and a more refined spray dispenser. The belly of the suit was removed completely, and a ring of various devices was lowered above her ribcage and belly. In the crotch area, a dildo and vibrator integrated itself into her crotch plate. Then, her arms and legs were moved to a spread eagle position. Cameras from every angle began streaming video feed into her helmet. She woke up just in time to hear the end of Tony's message, as the computer had automatically played it for her. "... Don't use the Mark 43! Without Jarvis, who knows what could happen. If the Mandarin knew when we would be in, who knows what else he can do! Love you, Tony" Hearing this, Pepper was frightened. The Mandarin had hacked her suit! Then, the program began.

First, the video feed zoomed in on her exposed pussy. The dildo began to move slowly, but the kicker was the vibrator. It was on high, but without much pressure no release was to be gained. All of Pepper's fear was slowly pushed away by a growing sense of arousal, and disappointment. She tried to not let it affect her, but after the first half hour she was craving for release. A that moment, a randomized program started to tease her nipples and breasts. From large massagers to electric shocks, Pepper's breasts were tortured. She moaned with pleasure at the massagers, shrieked as her nipples were pinched in clamps, and wriggled to escape the biting electricity. The dildo began to move faster, but still just barely passed her pussy lips, the vibrator ever teasing. Then the ring above her ribcage began to move. It selected three tools, and began to utilize them simultaneously. The first was a vibrator, which it played over her ribs and breasts. The slight vibration could be felt through the metal of the suit. Pepper felt her nipples harden, surprised that they weren't yet. But she wasn't into the whole pain=pleasure thing anyways. The nipple clams were suddenly applied harshly, as the computer detected her nipples harden. The breastplate then retracted, and the ring took over. It continued drawing the vibrator over her chest, and began with the second implement. A small leather flogger began spinning, and at random intervals would hit her breasts and nipples. The camera angle suddenly changes, and she could see a wide angle of her chest. The third implement, the worst looking of all, remained dormant. A small pinwheel began playing around her breasts, but that was all.

After a time, Pepper was quite aroused. Even the floggings and pinwheel weren't enough. The computer set the vibrator to low, and pressed it against her pussy. She moaned with pleasure, and tried to press harder, but still immobilized by the suit. The video feed changed once again, to a wide view of all of her. She realized that her sports bra and Yoga pants were still on, but completely shredded. The shock of seeing herself like this, nothing more than a sex craving doll, brought her back to reality. But then the dildo began pumping faster and deeper, and the vibrator ramped up to high gear. Pepper felt an orgasm build, but tried to remain focused. "I can't let myself become this way!" She thought. then, all though ceased as she had the largest orgasm of her life, lasting for minutes as the dildo pounded her continuously. Sensing she had orgasmed, the computer sprayed some chloroform into her nose. She was already breathing heavily, and succumbed to the fumes.

When she woke, she was free of almost all of the suit. Her tattered yoga pants and sports bra did little to hide her privates, and she was still wearing the helmet. A text notification popped up, and Pepper realized that a new gag had been inserted. A pump up gag was shoved in her mouth, stretching it painfully wide. She stepped out of the suit, and read the notification. It read "Wash up,and take your clothes off. New clothes will be provided." She dismissed the notification using hand gestures, and a green line appeared. She followed the line into a strange room with what looked like a shower. She removed her yoga pants, and sports bra and, fully nude, stepped into the "shower".

As she stepped inside, machinery whirred to life. A collar was attached to the helmet, around her neck, and softly padded braces supported her arms and legs, like a chair with no back or bottom. The shower whirred to life, spraying her down completely. When it sprayed her pussy, the "chair" moved, leaning her back and spreading her legs. When this happened, Pepper tried to take her legs off of the legrests. Cuffs snapped shut around her ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows, effectively immobilizing her. Her legs were spread wide, and her pussy and clit were sprayed with water. The machine rose up and another machine came down and latched onto her. It grabbed her upper arms, and pulled the behind her. The restraints popped off as an armbinder was laced around her arms, making her elbows touch and her bust protrude even more. She was then lifted by the armbinder, and straps were wound around her thighs and ankle, frogtying her. She felt even more exposed, with her legs spread and tits thrust out, hanging from the ceiling. Her helmet was then removed (but the gag stayed), and a plug roughly shoved up her ass. She shouted into her gag, noticing how effective it was. She heard a gurgle, and felt water enter her ass. It was an enema! She heard a razor buzzing, and saw a small shaver touch up her already shaven pussy. After a time, the enema began to grow uncomfortable. Then, suddenly the plug was ripped out, even more painful than the last time, and shit stained water splashed all over the floor. Her ass was sprayed with water, and she was fully rinsed again. She was then moved out of the shower, and her legs were released. Tires, she let them dangle as she was moved to a new room.

The new room was less intimidating than the last. It was a big box, with a conveyer belt sticking out. But Pepper dreaded it nonetheless. The belt had a bar in the shape of a T attached to it, and Pepper's legs were hooked to the top of the bar, forcing her to hang upside down with her legs spread. The conveyer belt inched her into the box, and she realized what this was. It was a bdsm accessory machine! Her armbinder was removed by the machine, and a screen was lowered in front of her. She was allowed to edit her options! Why would the mandarin let her do that? She realized that selecting the right options would be difficult with her hands so tired and sore, and also being upside down, but a timer appeared on the screen. The current options were brutal! Full body latex, with 12" ballet boots? No way! But Pepper had to start at the top. Suit?Skip that, no time to change it. In fact, she skipped quite a bit in her bid for freedom. Gags, hoods, and blinders, Her hands moved painstakingly slow, as she decided what she wanted. No gag, no hood, no blinders. Done... but in her haste, she has selected the option below the "none" options. Inflatable dildo gag (medium pressure), Latex integrated hood, and Latex blinders(removable)! The default suit had so much integration, and these options showed up larger. There wasn't time, she had to remove the arm ties! This, she was more careful, but wasted more time. On her first try, she selected "integrated armbinder (strict)"! She quickly hit the back button and tried again. This time, she selected padded cuffs, and no breast harness or corset. Time was running out. The default leg position was "welded" whatever that meant. It would have to do! She had to get to the release options, which currently were set to "Master deposit". She sped through, misclicking the option for boots selecting "integrated catsuit(12)" and finally got to packaging and release. She set the release to "Personal Release" and was about to change the packaging, but the time ran out. "Oh well" thought Pepper.At least I'll be able to free myself. Little did she know, the packaging was set to mummify(on), meaning that the accessories (which Pepper had skipped in her haste) would all be on, and she would be wrapped head to toe in bondage tape. She also didn't notice the amount of conflicts with the catsuit she had, reverting many of her changes to default. The machine whirred to life, and Pepper thought "I'm going to be free, might as well enjoy the ride." Little did she know...

First, Pepper was sprayed with a fine mist smelling of alcohol. This was an Ethanol based relaxant that would make her more compliant. The belt continued moving, and the bar Pepper was attached to flattened against the conveyer belt, allowing her to lie flat, moving head first. Sh slid onto a large 8 by 10 foot foam pad, and the bar detached. In her chemically induced stupor, she simply lay there, spread eagle. A scanner beneath her whirred to life, scanning the depressions her body was making. A second foam pad moved over her, and pushed down against her. The scanner continued moving, creating a 3d model of her in it's database. She was then moved upright, and the foam pad in front of her retracted. Sh slumped forwards into padded restraints that supported her shoulders, thighs, and calves in a kneeling position. She watched a television mounted at head height explain what was happening. The machine was manufacturing the parts of her order that it didn't have readily available, such as the suit. The parts it did have, such as the vibrators, gags, and bondage tape it would prepare. A small bondage film began to play, and Pepper began to get more aroused.

Half an hour later, the film ended and the machine informed Pepper that her suit was ready to be applied. The padded bars released her, and she was lain down on another conveyor belt. Small chains descended, and clams were placed around her wrists, and she was pulled into a standing position. The conveyor belt began to move. There was a sealed chamber, like an airlock, that completely covered her with talcum powder. She had the sense to close her eyes and hold her breath, fortunately. Then the suit began to be applied. Since there was to be no zipper, the suit would be applied in segments. First, Her waist was wrapped with a strip of latex. When Pepper inhaled, the machine fused the latex so that her waist would be smaller. She exhaled slightly, and was relieved to find that the latex stretched. When her lungs are about half full of oxygen, midway through her exhale, another strip of latex was sealed around her ribs, and the piece around her waist was tightened. The two pieces were then sealed together. Two strips of latex were then passed above and below her breasts, then two went in between, crossing over her shoulders making a star pattern in the latex. The strips above and below her breasts were sealed as rings, but the ones crossing her shoulders were slightly different. Where the shoulder straps crossed, forming a thicker layer of latex, pieces were cut away until there was only one layer of latex. The latex was then fused together. Larger strips of latex were then trimmed to fill in any excess space, leaving only her breasts bare. Her upper body was completely covered in latex, apart from her bountiful breasts that were being pushed out more by the latex around them, and the latex preventing her from exhaling fully. Pepper was set down on the conveyor, but her ankles were clamped to it by a spreader bar. She did her best to stay on her feet, but still leaned heavily against the provided padded board behind her. Large foam balls were pushed into her hands, as her left boob was hit with a painful shock. Pepper clenched her fists, compressing the balls. Lightning fast, latex gloves were pulled up. These gloves, however had no fingers, so as the balls decompressed, Pepper's hands were trapped into fists. This worried her slightly, but she felt confident that she would still be able to escape using the keys. Her arms were drawn behind her back, her elbows touching, pushing her breasts out more. She felt cuffs placed around her elbows and wrists, but they didn't feel like the fuzzy ones she had ordered. They were, in fact, latex cuffs, chosen by the computer as the fuzzy cuffs were incompatible with the suit. The latex was fused to the suit, and the cuffs were fused together. Where there were cuffs, the latex was slightly thicker. Pepper was more worried, but it was too late. She was lifted again (from the armpits this time) and her leggings and heels were applied. The leggings went up to her stomach, but left her ass and pussy exposed. The 12" heels were already integrated, and Pepper's feet were pushed to a point. The waist of the "pants" fused with the "shirt" making the latex a cohesive whole. Now the only parts of her not covered in latex was her ass, pussy, and head. Her buttcheecks were covered loosely in latex, to allow for maximum juggle, and the machine began to apply the "toys".

A 10" dildo was pushed into her pussy. Pepper tried to resist it, but was too weak. It had cable sticking out of it, indicating that it vibrated. A butt plug was also roughly pushed up her ass, aided by a hefty amount of lube. It also could vibrate, but Pepper didn't know that. Latex was fused around the dildo and butt plug, holding them in place. Then, flat "donuts" of latex covered her breasts and fused to the suit. Now only her nipples remained. Small, flat disks embedded in latex were fused over her nipples. These too had cables running out of them. Her inflatable ballgag was cut off, and she let it wall from her mouth. She gasped with relief, as she could take a deep breath, but then a razor turned on, and a posture collar snapped around her neck. She felt it start at the base of her neck, clipping her hair away. Immobilized by the posture collar and tight latex, there was nothing Pepper could do to resist. Her hair fell away slowly, until only fuzz remained. The machine then applied a large wax strip that covered her shaven dome, and ripped out the peach fuzz. She screamed, and without the gag it echoed around the room. A hood was then drawn over her head, with holed for her eyes, mouth, and nostrils. Integrated earplugs filled her ears, and then all she could hear was muffled noises. She watched as a limp gag rammed into her mouth, severely restricting her airflow. This gag, however had tubes running out of it. The gag inflated, filling her mouth, and she found that she could breath through one of these tubes, though it was more difficult than her nose. Pipes were shoved up her nose as well, restricting her breathing even more. Then, flaps fell over her eyes and she couldn't see anymore. She could, however feel herself moving.

Pepper couldn't see this, but she was being moved toward the packaging machine. First, layers of bondage tape were wrapped around her, immobilizing her completely. She was then placed into a padded box with multiple car batteries underneath the mould that would hold her. Her wires were hooked up to the batteries, and the tubes to a nutrient dispenser and an O2 compressor. She felt her breathing get easier, and heard the dull thuds of nails being pneumatically shot into the box. She was then wheeled out into a large warehouse, with a few other almost identical crates, the only difference was the shipping manifest stamped on the side. A worker came and began loading the boxes onto a large box truck...


Part 2: Maria (added: 2016/11/19)

"Good morning mesdames. It's time to wake up" blared a voice in Maria's ear. She groggily sat up, or at least tried, as when she moved forwards her chest pressed against something, pushing sharp objects into them. She helped and was harshly reminded of the previous few nights. Damn Stark and damn Fury. They were both in on this, she was sure. "For those among us who have been here for a time, please welcome our latest companion," Jarvis continued. "Slave id #2853, henceforth to be known as madam Potts." "Dammit" thought Maria. "Not another one!"

Maria thought back to how she had stumbled into this predicament, a few days ago. Fury had called her in, saying that Stark had some new suit he was testing. Fury didn't give many details but Maria had inferred that it was a peacekeeping suit to be distributed to all the agents of SHIELD eventually. It couldn't be farther from the truth. As she donned her suit that day, she should have done so with more caution, but she didn't know the events to come at the time. She took a quicker to the facility where the experiments were to happen, and landed on the landing pad. She was stepping out of the jet as the elevator descended, and stepped off the pad almost as soon as she got to the edge. "Not too far underground," she had thought. Tony wasn't there waiting for her, which should have been the first sign that something wasn't quite right, but Maria was on friendly ground, and Stark would've warned them if one of his facilities was discovered. She looked around the room, and saw that apart from the landing pad there wasn't anything in this room. In fact, there wasn't even a door out, or elevator controls. She began to notice something strange when the elevator agent back up without her, and even though she lunged for it she didn't manage to get onto it in time. Now she was stuck, until Tony arrived...

Maria heard a large thunk and muffled moans above her. Well, Jarvis had said that another person had been... processed was the only word Maria could come up with. Yesterday it had been Romanoff and now Potts? What was Tony doing, and when was he going to release them? There wasn't much else to do in those crates, however, and Maria's mind began to wander once more.

A staircase sunk into the floor, the first thing to happen in hours. Maria had combed the sheer, curved walls as much as humanly possible by then. Not knowing what to do, she descended the staircase into the darkness. Hesitantly, she crept forwards into the darkness, tentatively taking each step. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, the light from the room above was almost gone, so she pulled out her phone to use as a flashlight. The stairs stayed down as Maria walked down the long hall, but the hall had a slight gradient and constant turn towards the left, and eventually the stairs were out of sight. The hall spiralled downward still, and Maria sat to take a break. Nothing but hall to her left, and nothing but hall to the right. Her only indication of direction was the ever present slope downwards. And so she continued. Spiralling farther and farther down, until she was so tired she sat down and fell asleep.

She only slept for a few hours, and woe up groggy and drowsy. Her phone battery had died, as she had led the flashlight on. Eventually she found the slope, and continued walking. And finally, after what had felt like days, she reached he end of the tunnel. Free at last from the omnipresent darkness, her eyes took some time to adjust. But when they did, Maria was confused. In front of her was a massive machine that she couldnt fathom the purpose. There were conveyor belts, mechanical arms, and what even looked like a massive foam pad! Maria saw a small display, and walked towards it. It seemed to be a master control, as there was even a chair in front of it. On the screen there were only a few buttons. Mannequin, simulator, and live test. Maria opted for mannequin, as she didn't know what the machine did. It started with a disclaimer that Maria skipped, and then and went straight into a complex costume design menu. Base layer, wrists, ankles. This costume design menu had a lot of options. Maria decided to tap the presets tab, and selected the "French maid" preset. The whole machine whirred to life, and a progress bar appeared on screen. 0%... 0%... Maria looked up and saw the foam pad lowering, and after a few minutes the percentage ba on the screen had some text pop into it. It read "Preparing materials. Please wait at least half an hour." Well, Maria didn't want to wait for half an hour so she hit the run in background option, and selected new creation. This time she ran it in simulation mode, and played around. She selected leather pants and coat for the base, and some sturdy looking boots for her footwear. She decided she needed some socks, and chose thigh high white stockings. For arms she chose a nice leather wristband, and a fancy looking watch. She also selected a nice looking undershirt, with long sleeves. For a hat she opted for a navy blue baseball cap, and for hair she chose a ponytail. There were some options she didn't understand, like packaging, toys, and release, so she left those default. She then hit simulate...

Maria cursed herself for being so stupid. She should have waited for that machine to finish, then she would have found out. But no, she wouldn't have. She had been drugged, probably while she slept. Now, however she was stuck in a box being fed nutrient paste by a machine, and regretting her actions. Being a kinky machine, she could've at least gotten some toys.

The simulation was beautiful in Maria's eyes. Stunning, gorgeous. And best of all, the machine asked her if she wanted to make another doll, since the scanner was free! She selected yes, and the display said to walk over to the preparation area. A green line on the floor lit up, and Maria followed in to what looked like a loading bay in the side of the machine.Thinking she needed to manually load another mannequin here, she stepped inside. She heard a whirring from behind her, and turned around just as a wall of clear latex pushed against her. It conformed to her every curve, and immobilised her against the wall. And she began to rise, up up into the depth of the machine. She stopped in front of a moniter that said "preparing materials, please wait so least half an hour." And Maria waited. But as she waited, she began to realise. Those weren't leather pants, or a coat, those were a thong and a bondage harness! How was that possible? But it was too late, and Maria was dropped into the bowels of the machine as the latex wall released her.

She landed on a foam pad, and before she could try to move was dumped onto a conveyor belt. Her entire body was sprayed with liquid latex that dried quickly and immobilised her. Then, small saws came down and cut it off bit by bit. But the saws also cut through her clothing, and as each limb was frees it was attached to a metal cuff on the conveyor belt. Her thighs and lower arms were secured to the belt as well, then she began to move. First, leather strips and metal rings were placed all over her body, then were riveted together forming a bondage harness. Leather strips encircled her breasts as well, the were attached to the harness. A leather thong was put on her in the same way, the thigh high white latex stockings were pulled up her legs, though quote slowly as the metal bands opened and closed as the mechanical arms pulled the stockings up. Latex straps were also pulled up her legs, with one band at thigh height and one around her ankles. Then the machine set to work on her arms. Metal cuffs descended from above, and fitted around her wrists. The metal bands holding Maria to the conveyor released, and the cuffs began to pull up on her arms. She quickly stood to relieve pressure on her arms. The cuffs around her wrists attached to a board that swung down, holding her arms in place behind her. A leather strap passed through her elbows, then harshly pulled them together, and the metal bands around her wrists were fused together. The machine seemed to be finished, and Maria began to move again. But once more, she stopped. This time, however in a chamber that sealed behind her. A navy blue leather bondage hood descended, and was laced over Maria's head despite her futile attempts to avoid it. Her hair was pulled through the back, and tied into a ponytail. A bit gag descended, and Maria closed her mouth. But the airtight room she was in began venting air and eventually Maria had to gasp for breath. When she did, the bit gag was solved into he mouth and oxygen was restored to the room. Sufficiently bound, tubes went through her nostrils and into her stomach and esophagus, then we was moved onward. In the next room, she was wrapped in plastic wrap, holding her firmly against the board behind her, then tilted back and place into a box...

Maria could do nothing but fume at her predicament. She had tried struggling, shouting, and lying still. She much preferred lying still to bashing her head, arms, and legs repearedly on the crate's inner walls. So lie still she did, waiting to see what would happen.


Part 3: Funtime Fury (added: 2016/12/18)

Nick Fury stepped into the room. "Barton, any sign of Stark?" "No sir, we caught him heading West after the Mandarin attack but his suit is invisible to our sensors." "Dammit." Fury stepped angrily away from the console. "I'm gonna face hell if we can't find him." Agent Barton looked up but said nothing. Nick Fury knew he had to get the girls out. But with his best agents down and the automated system online, there wasn't much he could do. He made a call. "Hey colonel. I need you to get in and access Stark's camera feeds." "Hello Fury," came the reply. "The colonel is... unable to come to the phone. Can I take a message? Heh heh heh..." The Mandarin. Fury knew it could only be him. And he also knew that if the Mandarin had Rhodey's suit, then Stark was in even greater trouble than they had originally thought. He began to run and shouted "Ready my chopper!"

There were three people who knew where that facility was. Stark, Jarvis, and Fury. And now Fury was about to jeopardize it's secrecy to gaurantee the safety of his agents. Fury flew alone, not even taking his pilot, and made sure to keep his eyes up and make sure he wasn't followed. While Stark's kinky game would've made a nice Christmas present, they didn't have enough time. Fury knew that the tests were successful, that much Stark told him. But not much else, since that was to be a surprise. Well, he wouldn't spoil the surprise.

The old warehouse loomed ahead, an old facility that Stark had purchased. Fury figured that with a bit of spit and polish it would make a good base for the Avengers. He walked around to the side entrance,and opened the door. Tony had explained quite a bit of this place to him, including things like a gas that made it feel like you were walking downwards. Fury put his respirator on, and turned on his flashlight. He walked down a long, curving hallway until he came to a door, which he entered. The control room, where he could moniter everything. He noted that all the vitals of the stored women were fine, apart from elevated heart rates and breathing, but that was fine considering the situation. He smiled, and leaned back to watch the show as the final "contestant" approached.

Barbara 'Bobbi' Morse. A good agent and a better model. Blonde hair, bronzed skin, Fury couldn't wait to see what happened. And the best part was that he could change the selections from his control booth. She was wearing her SHIELD uniform, and her body was stunning. Fury took the time to stare at her ass, something he wouldn't be caught dead doing by any of the other agents. But he was alone in Stark's kinky facility. He might as well have some fun. Bobbi approached the door, and Fury opened it for her. She didn't seem concerned, most likely she had seen his helicopter outside. What she had actually seen was two helicopters, and she herself had driven up in a sedan. Fury opened the doors straight to the main facility, and powered up the machine. He watched as Bobbi stepped up to the moniter, and looked around. Fury found a button labelled "display message" and decided to see if he could egg Bobbi on, as she seemed interested enough in the machine without any drugs or influence. He displayed the message "Bobbi, we've taken a spare chopper out to look for Stark, will be back tomorrow. Hold the fort for us." Bobbi smiled wryly, and began pushing options. Fury watched them appear. Leather bondage harness, leather thong, leather cuffs. A vibrator and some nipple clamps. Evidently, Bobbi knew what she was doing. She finished up by selecting the "self-escape" preset for the packaging, and went to the prep room. Fury smiled and began to change some options...