Belle Guillaume sprinted through the dense jungle. She was being hunted. Again.

Her heart raced as she ducked under vines, leapt over roots, and juked out of the way of the snapping jaws of carnivorous plants. She had been a botanist for the Outer Rim Coalition for a little over a year, researching vegetation growth on the forest moon of exoplanet RG-6, and from day one, she had to deal with her.

The term “rival” was thrown around a lot in the exoplanet business. For example, A financial associate in accounting may call a technician who constantly ordered expensive parts their rival. Two shuttle pilots trying to beat each other’s fastest travel times could be considered rivals. These were just little disagreements that escalated into personal vendettas.
Everyone at the botanical research station on RG-6 agreed that Hannah Cassidy was Belle Guillaume’s rival.

Stories were shared in emails, breakroom whispers, and late night research sessions. Though many wouldn’t admit it, it was extremely entertaining, like something out of a movie. Belle, in her shining white and pink suit, just trying to do some good for the company. Cassidy, clad in yellow and black, doing whatever she could to impede her. And what encounters they had! People talked about the two-day skirmish in the eastern swamps for weeks. Then there was that time when Belle once Cassidy into a Megatoad’s nest, resulting in the hunter getting swallowed and trapped in the amphibians gut for three days. When Belle came back from an excursion, her technician, Abby, practically had to ward off curious gossipers with a stick.
Belle risked a look over her shoulder, and didn’t see any sign of the hunter. Letting out a sigh, she slowed her pace to a light jog, coming to a stop in a small clearing. It looked like a junction of migration trails. For now, the area was clear of fauna.

Belle crouched low to the ground, scanning the dense undergrowth for any sign of movement. Her frantic sprint started when she heard a twig snap. Knowing Cassidy, it was probably intentional. Cassidy loved a good chase. The chittering and squawking of alien fauna provided excellent sound cover for a stealthy hunter, but Belle had learned to tune it out.
“Damn it, where are you. I know you’re close.” Belle whispered under her breath.
She heard the voice right next to her head.

“Hello there.”

Belle swore and leapt into the air, her suit launching her into a backflip. She barely dodged the electrified whip Cassidy swung at her legs. She landed in a crouch twenty feet away.

“Belle.” Cassidy always spoke in short sentences. Her voice was low. A little raspy. A lot of hunters liked to talk, act superior to their prey. Cassidy was not one of these hunters. She was direct, to the point. Belle knew she never underestimated a target. Even when she managed to rupture a pilot’s suit, she didn’t gloat. She was a professional.

“Cassidy.”

“You’re fast.”

“Thanks.”

The electrified whip swung in a wide arc at neck level. Belle ducked under it, rolling over her shoulder. This was the perfect time to test out her new purchase, which she had been saving for her next encounter with Cassidy. She sent out a neural command, and felt a tingle all over her body.

[OPTICAL CAMOFLAUGE ACTIVATED]

Belle Guillaume was gone

The hunter’s expression didn’t change. She silently scanned the ground, looking for any sign of her prey’s location. Some kicked up sand, a disturbed twig.

“Hm. Clever.”

Cassidy leapt into the air, spinning and deploying the whip. It scythed through the lower canopy, knocking loose branches of leaves and clouds of pollen, which gently drifted to the ground. Cassidy landed, and smiled at the pollen dusted void standing in front of her.

Belle only managed to let out a sharp swear before the whip hit her. It wrapped around her waist, and electricity coursed through her body.

[WARNING: OPTICAL CAMOFLAUGE MALFUNCTION. RECALIBRATING.]

Belle’s suit was a visual cacophony of static and warped colors before returning to normal. The camo system was highly advanced, but extremely temperamental.

Okay, I’m not sneaking out of this one, Belle thought, time for a more direct approach.

She grabbed the lash that was wrapped around her waist, and gave it a sharp yank. The lithe hunter was pulled off her feet with a grunt, and Belle delivered a powerful kick straight into her chest. Cassidy was launched back, letting go of the whip’s handle, but rolled and quickly got back to her feet. It gave Belle just enough time to unwrap herself from the electric lash.

Both pilots stood there, silently. Each scanned their opponent, waiting for the other to make a move.
“Good kick.” The hunter grunted.

“Thanks.” Belle was lightly bouncing on the balls of her feet. “They brought in a Muay Thai instructor at the base. She’s a real hardass. You’d like her.”

Belle watched as Cassidy pushed a button on her wrist, and four small spheres dropped to the ground around her. The spheres sprouted spider-like legs, and began skittering along the ground away from the hunter. Belle saw them meet about fifteen feet behind Cassidy, make physical contact, and begin to slowly crawl away from each other. It was hard to make out, but Belle could swear they were stretching some kind of translucent material. Her inspection was interrupted by Cassidy launching herself at the botanist.

Belle wasn’t lying about the kickboxing instructor. She had been going to classes, but she was still a scientist by trade. Cassidy was a fighter. Belle heard rumors that the hunter was a prize fighter in the San Francisco organized crime scene before signing up as a neural suit pilot. Her fists flew with lightning speed. Belle was able to dodge and parry some of the blows, but quickly found herself overwhelmed by the assault. With each strike her shield grew weaker. The electric whip had already done significant damage to the protective energy barrier, but the flurry of kicks, punches, and elbows was quickly finishing it off.

Cassidy gave Belle a solid shove, driving the botanist back. Belle stumbled, but managed to keep herself from falling.
“You’re good. Keep practicing. Try to keep your hands up more.” Cassidy said with a curt nod. Belle saw her push a button on her wrist again. Four more of the sphere’s dropped from her belt and scurried away. Belle wanted to see what they were doing, but again her focus was drawn to the hunter, who leapt at her with a restrained fury only displayed by expert fighters.
Another barrage of hits, and another. Belle was losing this fight. Should she have run away? Maybe, but she knew Cassidy was an expert tracker. It would only be a matter of time before she was found again.

Belle’s shield module shorted out, making a loud crackling sound. Cassidy saw the botanist’s eyes dart to the warning on her visor, and used the moment of distraction to tightly grapple her, weaving her arms around hers and holding her close. Cassidy stared into the panicked eyes of the pioneer. She saw her dark brown skin, thick lips, and the curls of bouncy hair drooping along her forehead.

“I win.” Cassidy softly whispered, before tossing Belle over her hip.

Belle landed flat on her back, but didn’t feel herself land on the soil of the jungle floor. Instead, she landed on something springy, and slightly sticky. Propping herself up, she saw she was in the middle of a rectangle of some sort of elastic material. At each corner was one of the spider drones, stretching out the odd platform.

What is this thing, Belle thought to herself, feels like… latex? It certainly stretches like it.

She was suddenly forced down, lying completely flat, as another rectangle of the material, carried by the second team of drones, was pressed on top of her. Belle, now sandwiched between two sheets of the rubbery material, felt her heart race. A loud hissing was all she could hear as some unknown mechanism, perhaps the drones holding each corner, rapidly sucked the air out of the stretchy prison.

It only took a second. Belle was now completely encased, vacuum sealed in the rubbery sheet. She desperately tried to rip through the material, thrusting out her arms and kicking her legs, but the material stretched without tearing. It was elastic, but surprisingly tough. Each time she struggled against the vacuumed trap, she found herself forced back into her original pose, arms raised above her head and legs spread.

Cassidy watched silently as the botanist writhed against the encasing material.

“Don’t struggle Belle. It won’t rip. It’s over.”

Belle panted heavily, feeling a drop of sweat run down her forehead. Her suit’s pressures were starting to climb from her useless thrashing. She gasped as the drones on each corner started to hum, and her mind raced. What would this thing do to her? Would it become electrically charged, shocking her to submission? Would it drain her suit’s power, leaving her a moaning, orgasming mess?

She winced in anticipation, but let out a sigh of relief when the orbs began to gently levitate, lifting her off the ground and suspending her vertically in front of Cassidy.

Belle screamed as she made another attempt at escape. Once more, the material stretched with squeaky groan.

[CAUTION: OXYGEN INTAKE OBSTRUCTED… CO2 CONCENTRATION DETECTED. DEPLOYING OXYSPHERE]

Belle swore under her breath. The damn oxysphere.

Pioneers on planets with breathable atmospheres, like RG-6, had suits that drew in air and filtered out any toxins or particulates. It allowed them to operate without worrying about a portable air supply. However, they were also equipped with oxyspheres, a new invention from Pacific Panacea. It was painlessly implanted in the roof of the pilot’s mouth and, if they were cut off from oxygen (for example, trapped in an air tight sack of impermeable rubber), it would deploy. A chemical reaction would provide the trapped pilot with air for up to twelve hours. It was an incredible invention, and all corporations made implementation mandatory for all neural suit users. And it truly was a remarkable development, allowing pilots to find their way out of these situations instead of relying on the extremely resource costly emergency teleportation system.

It’s design, however, left much to be desired.

“God, this thing is so ridicul-*UMPH!*”

Belle felt the ball expand in her mouth with a rubbery sound, like a balloon inflating. The springy material forced her jaw open, slightly bulging out of her mouth. She breathed deeply, cool fresh oxygen flowing into her lungs. It had a slight chemical taste, but as advertised, she had a source of air.

She didn’t know what perverted engineer decided the best design for an oxygen producing tool was a ball gag, but Belle Guillaume regularly fantasized about kicking their ass.

Belle let out a weak “Mmph.” It was so humiliating.

Cassidy let out a quick chuckle. It was the first time Belle heard her laugh that day. Whenever she heard Cassidy laugh, Belle knew she had really lost. She felt anger well up in her chest.

“Doff aff urf mmuh,” she managed to mumble around the gag. She doubted Cassidy understood.

Belle could feel Cassidy’s stare burning into her. The hunter stood there, observing the scene with the faintest smile. Finally, she broke the silence.

“Submit, Belle?”

“*Mmph.*”

“Good. That was a really good scrap. I mean it. Keep at it and you’ll beat me in a straight fight.”

“*Mmph.*”

“… Okay. Let’s finish this.”

Cassidy took a step towards the suspended form of Belle, perfectly encased in the vacuum sealed latex, and ran a finger down her stomach.

“Relax, and enjoy this. You’ll get me next time.”

Cassidy slid her hand between the spread legs of the vacuum packed botanist. Belle moaned, eyes fluttering, as she succumbed to the sensation. Cassidy was right, it WAS a good fight.

Cassidy’s petting grew heavier. She made quick, forceful circles in exactly the right spot. She and Belle had been doing this for long enough to know what the other liked.

Belle’s moaning grew louder, and she writhed with her whole body. She knew she couldn’t escape, but she loved the sensation of the rubber prison stretching against her. She smiled with pleasure as she felt herself get closer and closer to her suit’s rupture pressure. She bit down on the oxysphere, feeling the material compress, as a bit of drool ran from her mouth.
Every inch of her body was being squeezed by the vacuum bed. It held her tightly, but gently. The sensation, paired with Cassidy’s rubbing, made her heart race. She felt a wave of pleasure deep inside of her, building with each second. She wriggled, she panted. Her orgasm was building inside her, waiting to-

“Stop.” Cassidy’s voice was stern and authoritative. Belle immediately stopped her struggle. “Not yet.” The dominant hunter whispered inches from her face. “Not until I say so.”

Belle moaned in slight protest, but obeyed. She watched her helmet’s display as her pressures slowly dropped. She felt herself coming down from the wave that was about to crest.

Oh god, Belle thought, I want it so badly.

Her whole body tingled, thirsting for release. She saw Cassidy, now with noticeably more… style in her step, stride over to the discarded electric whip from earlier in their fight. She strutted towards Belle, smoothing out the whip in her hands, and disappeared from view behind the bound pioneer.

“Count.”

Belle felt the crack electricity hit her lower back. She arched, letting out a sharp moan.

“*Unf*”

Another strike hit her. Each blow caused her pressure to surge sharply, and each spike flooded her with pleasure

“*TUH*”

The whip struck her again, this time directly on her plump ass. It clenched in response.

“*Theeh*”

She heard Cassidy’s voice again.

“Not yet. Not until I say.”

“*Yeff mumm.*” Belle softly whined. She concentrated as hard as she could, trying keep her caps from popping. Her whole body grew tight with her focus.

“Good girl.” Cassidy cooed as another swing cracked across Belle’s back. The vacuum trap transferred all the shocking electricity of the whip, but refused to tear from the assault and release its occupant.

“*FOHH!*” She couldn’t take it anymore. The sensation was overwhelming. All over her body she was being squeezed by the sack, while inside her suit fluid desperately pushed outward. She was being assaulted on all sides by the overpowering desire for release. But she bit down on her gag, determined, and closed her eyes. She could do it.

Cassidy’s voice pierced the din of wildlife. It penetrated the alarms beeping in Belle’s helmet. It was a single word, and Belle devoured it with carnal glee.

“Now.”

The whip snapped perfectly against the exact center of her back. Belle later could have sworn Cass hit one of her neural ports.

“*FUHHHHHHHHH*-” Belle moaned. It was deep, guttural, and raw. Her whole body strained against its elastic prison, her arms pulling in to her body, her back bending. She even managed to hike up her knees towards herself. The rush of pressure from the convulsion and her blast of passion from orgasming caused pink fluid to gush from her fluid ports. The sound was a muffled spurt, and Cassidy watched as rivulets of brightly colored fluid were squeezed outward from the trapped pilot by the vacbed.

Another muffled moan erupted from Belle. It was almost a roar. Her eyes, wide open, rolled in her head. The squeeze of the vacbed pushed back on the escaping fluid, producing a drawn out sensation of continuous growing pleasure rather than a single sudden release.

More of the rivulets snaked their way out of the encased pilot. At this point some had made their way to the edges of the material, and softly dripped onto the ground.

Belle panted, suspended in the vacbed. Cassidy circled her with catlike grace. Belle stared at her form and figure. Her suit’s black material contouring her ass, the way she swung her hips with each step. She was beautiful, but what was more amazing was how she could just… turn it on. She could flip a switch and go from business minded professional to passionate lover in an instant.

Cassidy’s voice was soft and tender.

“Come on Babe. I know you can do one more for me. You’ve done so well, just one more and I’ll be so happy.”

She called me Babe, thought Belle, I told her no pet names. People will start to gossip.

Cassidy gently pushed her finger into Belle’s clit, making soft circles. A moan rose in Belle’s throat.

“That’s it. You can do it.”

One last wave of orgasmic sensation pulsed through Belle’s body. She shuddered, and felt one last spurt of fluid ooze out of her suit with a wet, muffled noise.

“Good girl.”

The drones holding the vacbed began to hum again, and it slowly pitched back. Belle felt herself return to a lying position.
Cassidy pushed a button on her wrist, and with a rush of air, the vacuum trap depressurized. Belle’s body, suddenly free of the squeezing material, went limp, and Cassidy pulled the upper layer of rubber off of the twitching, wet pilot.

“I… said….” Said Belle between gasps “No… No pet names.”

“Sorry. Forgot.”

Cassidy joined the ruptured pilot on the ground, laying on her side and holding her tightly.

“Good?”

Belle shivered, and a weak rivulet of fluid oozed from her suit.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”