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What do you do now?

So you've caught The Supreme Directrix, the space opera incarnation of Phantom.

She's the dictator of a city-state with legions of followers. Loyalists who cherish her. Obedient thralls who crave her approval, to lick her boots. Elite enforcers who are better Thems because of Her high-tech conversion and touch. Not to mention allies of similar power level who would love to have The Supreme Directrix owing them a favor.

You'd better hope that she's feeling merciful, and if so, you can look forward to being her perma-prisoner as a shiny bondage toy.

...unless that's all wrong. Unless actually, they're all ready to be rid of her. That her endless speeches about glorious, munificent Evil and Power and endless glory to the Directrix have left her allies alienated. Maybe, just maybe, this is a chance to have her all to yourself. At least, for now. Because maybe there's a buyer, or a gallery, that would want to enjoy a nice, glossy, processed Directrix somewhere.

Maybe you've got time. Maybe nobody would notice her missing. Or maybe there's a spot in your home where you can do a great job hiding her away. All yours, a sealed-up vacslut with a furious groan, a needy moan, an angry grunt, and lots of blissful squeaks as she awaits transfer to processing and storage...

Art by: www.furaffinity.net/user/kandl…
commissioned by: twitter.com/Rubbutts

Description

What do you do now?

So you've caught The Supreme Directrix, the space opera incarnation of Phantom.

She's the dictator of a city-state with legions of followers. Loyalists who cherish her. Obedient thralls who crave her approval, to lick her boots. Elite enforcers who are better Thems because of Her high-tech conversion and touch. Not to mention allies of similar power level who would love to have The Supreme Directrix owing them a favor.

You'd better hope that she's feeling merciful, and if so, you can look forward to being her perma-prisoner as a shiny bondage toy.

...unless that's all wrong. Unless actually, they're all ready to be rid of her. That her endless speeches about glorious, munificent Evil and Power and endless glory to the Directrix have left her allies alienated. Maybe, just maybe, this is a chance to have her all to yourself. At least, for now. Because maybe there's a buyer, or a gallery, that would want to enjoy a nice, glossy, processed Directrix somewhere.

Maybe you've got time. Maybe nobody would notice her missing. Or maybe there's a spot in your home where you can do a great job hiding her away. All yours, a sealed-up vacslut with a furious groan, a needy moan, an angry grunt, and lots of blissful squeaks as she awaits transfer to processing and storage...

Art by: www.furaffinity.net/user/kandl…
commissioned by: twitter.com/Rubbutts