Trapped like a Rat

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

Cleo Cazo, aka Ratcatcher 2, had been sentenced to nearly two decades in prison for bank robbery and sent to Belle Reve.

Fortunately for her, after serving three years of her sentence, she only had six more to go after successfully completing her first mission with Task Force X, otherwise known as the Suicide Squad, which she had learned first hand was an extremely accurate title, as half of her group ended up dead by the end of the mission.

Unfortunately though, that same mission was a source of great anxiety for Cleo, as the team had disobeyed the direct orders of Amanda Waller, risking having the bombs implanted in their heads detonated, something that was only avoided by Wallers staff mutinying and knocking her out.

In the aftermath, Bloodsport had made a deal with Waller. In exchange for the lives of the remaining squad members, Bloodsport would ensure that the world didn’t learn of the U.S Government’s involvement in Project Starfish, aka Starro the Conqurer, an alien Starfish that killed hundreds during its rampage before the Suicide Squad killed it.

While Waller had begrudgingly accepted the deal, almost every member of the squad were on edge in the months that followed, knowing that even though Waller spared them, she could still make their lives hell.

But, in the months since, nothing had changed, and while Cleo had had no contact with her friends, she assumed Waller had decided to simply ignore the surviving members of Task Force X and let them serve out the remainder of their sentences. 

Of course, assumptions could always be wrong, and Cleo was about to learn that she had been very, very wrong about Waller deciding to leave them alone.

It was no secret that Cleo was a heavy sleeper, having managed to sleep through King Shark’s attempt to eat her, a prison riot, and many more events.

That was why, even in the dead of night, she hadn’t woken when two guards had entered her cell and stripped her completely naked, before redressing her in an orange latex catsuit that covered her completely from the neck down and trapped her hands in useless black latex mittens.

Once dressed, she had been strapped to an industrial dolly and wheeled out of her cell, through the women’s section of Belle Reve, and into a section only a select few were aware existed, where she was handed off to none other than Amanda Waller herself, who began pushing Cleo down a long and barren hallway.

It was only when they were part way down the hallway that Cleo finally began to stir.

“Is it morning already?” she asked sleepy, not bothering to stifle a yawn as she slowly opened her eyes, which widened in surprise at the realization that she was not in her cell, was not wearing her prisoner uniform, and was in fact in an unfamiliar hallway, dressed in an orange rubber suit, and strapped to a dolly.

“Wait? What’s happening?” Cleo asked, panic seeping into her tone as she pulled on the straps, only to find herself barely able to move. Turning her head, all she could see were featureless white walls and the lights lining the ceiling.

“You’re being punished,” Amanda Waller said in a calm tone that contrasted Cleo’s panic and sent a chill down the bound woman's spine.

“Miss Waller, what are you doing?” Cleo asked, barely keeping her tone calm as her heart pounded in her chest.

“I’m personally overseeing your transfer to the Ultra-Max wing of Belle Reve,” Waller said as she continued to push Cleo down the hall.

“Ultra-Max?” Cleo questioned. It had been a few years since she had initially been imprisoned, but she’d never heard of the Ultra-Max wing. “What is that?” she questioned fearfully.

“It’s for female prisoners who prove to be problematic,” Waller said as she came to a stop. “Such as those who disobey direct orders and go off missions.

“But.. But you promised that you wouldn’t hurt any of us,” Cleo said, now able to hear her heart pounding as panic set in.

“And I won’t,” Waller said. “But I never said I wouldn’t punish you.”

“Miss Waller please nnn'ph nn phhnph!?”

Mid-sentence, Cleo found a large orange ball gag suddenly shoved into her mouth and pulled back, forcing it further into her mouth before being strapped into place.

“That’s enough from you,” Waller said calmly. “Now, let me make something very clear to you,” she said as she walked forwards, turning to face Cleo once in front of her. “You will not be hurt, but if you resist, I will not only restore the ten years that were removed from your sentence, but I will add an additional ten,” she said, pausing when she noticed tears forming in Cleo’s eyes, something that Waller ignored as she continued talking. “If you obey, however, there will be no alteration to the length of your sentence,” she said before locking eyes with Cleo. “Do you understand?” she asked.

“Mmph,” Cleo said as she nodded, tears now running down her face as Waller’s words sank in.

“Good, now let’s no delay any further,” Waller said as she stepped behind Cleo and began pushing her once again, not saying a single word to the bound woman, with only the wheels of the dolly and Cleo’s groans providing any kind of noise.

Eventually, they reached the end of the hallway and were greeted by a metallic door with a control panel next to it. Wordlessly, Waller stepped up to the control panel and stood still as it conducted a retinal scan before the door opened and she pushed Cleo inside.

Whatever expectations Cleo had for what the Ultra-Max wing were crushed as she saw that the room was about half the size of the prison common area, and was almost completely featureless, save for three shiny orange latex cocoons in a row.

As she was pushed past them, Cleo was able to catch a glimpse of what was displayed on digital stands placed in front of each cocoon. Each of the displayed vital signs and had a name displayed. The first was Kay Fury, followed by Leslie Willis, and finally Harleen Quinzel.

“Nh gnn,” Cleo groaned as she realized that those cocoons housed the other occupants of the Ultra-Max wing, and that she would be joining them.

“Now, I’m going to undo the straps and let you stand on your own,” Waller stated. “Remember, if you try to resist, twenty years onto your sentence,” she warned as she began undoing each strap keeping Cleo in place, allowing her to step forwards off of the dolly. “Good,” Waller said as she turned her attention to the stand, where several rubber items were set out.

The first of the items that Waller grabbed was a black latex sleepsack, completely featureless, without a zipper along the back.

Cleo raised an eyebrow in confusion as she watched Waller approach her with the sack, unsure of how exactly she was supposed to get in. 

That question was answered when Waller began to roll up the sack while stretching out the neck, eventually setting it down in front of Cleo.

“Step in,” Waller ordered, and Cleo did just that, setting one foot into the sack, and then the other, and once both were in, Waller began unfurling the sack, bringing it upwards and covering more and more of Cleo’s body. “I suggest you fold your arms,” Waller said, the sack now covering up to Cleo’s waist. As instructed, Cleo folded her arms across her chest, only doing so out of fear of Waller. A few moments later, the sack completely covered her from the neck down, tightly hugging her body and making it even harder for her to move.

“Nnmm mmhnph?” Cleo asked as she did her best to keep her balance, a task she could barely accomplish, causing her anxiety to sky rocket as the thought of falling over and hurting herself popped into her head.

Waller ignored Cleo’s muffled question, instead picking up what Cleo recognized to be an IV tube, and a very long one at that.

“Since you won’t be released for several months, this will ensure your body doesn’t run out of nutrients,” she said as she pierced the two layers of rubber and Cleo’s skin, hooking the IV into Cleo’s veins.

“Mnnphhph?!!” Cleo groaned, her eyes widening in shock. Months, that’s how long she would be kept like this? Trapped in a rubber prison, barely able to move?

Then, something even more horrifying popped into Cleo’s mind as she turned her head to look at the three other cocoons. All three were much thicker than her current rubber prison, which meant that Waller was not done with her yet.

Unfortunately for Cleo, this realization distracted her, and she practically screamed into her gag as she felt tubes being shoved into her ass and into her crotch.

“Waste management,” Waller said calmly, as if she hadn’t just shoved a pair of rubber tubes into Cleo’s more sensitive regions. “We’re about halfway done,” she said as she wrapped her arms around Cleo’s bound form and began dragging her towards the stand where the various rubber items were, laying Cleo down in another open sleepsack, this one with a zipper along the front. Unlike the previous sleepsack though, this one fit incredibly loosely over Cleo, even when zipped up, giving her some relief.

That relief quickly disappeared as quickly as it appeared, as Waller didn’t stop for a second, moving on to the next items immediately, which were a pair of large metallic rings. The first ring was locked around her knees, and the second around Cleo’s waste.

“Mnphph MMnmmmr, pmmnphm nnn'ph nn phhnph,” Cleo pleaded. “N'mm hm gnnn, N prnmnphm, nnphph pmmnphm nnn'ph nn phhnph phn mm.”

“Beg all you want, I’m not changing my mind,” Waller said as she grabbed a thin black rubber hose and plugged it into the sack.

At first, Cleo didn’t notice anything. Then, after a moment, she noticed the sack seemingly becoming larger, and larger, and larger as it dawned on her that the sack was inflating, and that that was why the other cocoons were so large.

What composure Cleo had managed to keep finally disappeared as she began thrashing as much as she could in her bindings.

“Mmph mm gn!” she screamed into her gag, tears freely flowing down her face. “Nnn'ph nn phhnph phn mm! Pmmnphm!”

Her screams did nothing to stop the sack from inflating, and the increasing pressure began to make Cleo feel like she was being squeezed, and as it continued, it changed from a feeling of being squeezed to being crushed.

“Nph'ph gnnng phn crnphh mm!” she sobbed as the sack finished inflating, now unable to move so much as an inch.

“Almost finished,” Waller said as she approached Cleo, walking around the stand and stopping next to her head. Anyone else would have felt a twinge of pity when looking down at the bound, crying girl. But Amanda Waller, after decades working for the government, had all but lost her ability to feel any sort of pity for the trash that filled Belle Reve.

Without saying a word Waller picked a transparent rubber hood and pulled it down over Cleo’s head, ignoring her hysterical pleas for mercy as the last bit of exposed flesh was covered by the rubber, with the only openings now being a pair of nostril holes.

With the hood now on, Waller could now begin the final stages of Cleo’s bindings, and moved over to the digital stand in front of Cleo. Silently Waller punched in a code, and a pair of metallic arms descended from the ceiling, hooking on to the metallic rings and forcing Cleo to stand.

Once Cleo was upright, she looked down at Waller. The young woman’s eyes were turning red from crying, and despite knowing better, she continued to try and plead for mercy, pleas which of course fell on deaf ears as Waller plugged another code into the panel, and another pair of mechanical arms emerged, possessing nozzles where there might have been hands.

These mechanical arms were lowered all the way down to the base of the sack, and once there, they began to spray an orange liquid onto the sack. Of course, Cleo couldn’t tell that was what the arms were doing, especially with her focus fully on Waller. 

That orange liquid was in fact a quick drying latex spray that was intended as the final, extra thick layer of rubber, and slowly it worked its way upwards, coating more and more of Cleo’s cocooned form. Before it reached the mechanical arms keeping Cleo standing, those arms retracted, with the rubber sprayed around the base of the sack more than enough to keep her upright. The metallic rings were covered up by the rubber, and Amanda Waller watched with a neutral expression, though on the inside, she was delighted to see Cleo get what (Waller felt) she deserved for going rogue.

When the arms finally reached Cleo’s head, she finally took notice of them as the spray began enveloping her head.

“NN! NN! NN!” she screamed as loud as she could, only to be completely silenced as the spray moved over the lower half of her face, rendering her completely mute.

The very last thing Cleo saw before her eyes were covered by the latex spray was Amanda Waller saying something, and while Cleo could not hear it through the rubber, she could make out from the way her lips moved what Waller had said.

Enjoy.

Just a moment later, the arms stopped and retreated back into the ceiling from which they came. 

Once again the Ultra-Max wing was silent, as its newest occupant stood silent, unable to see, hear, or speak, just like her wingmates.

For Amanda Waller, the silence was heavenly.

But, she had no time to indulge herself in it. She was a busy woman, with a great many things to do, including overseeing the next deployment of Task Force X in a few hours.

Before she left though, she took the time to fill in the information on the digital stand, checking Cleo’s vitals, inputting her name and prisoner number, and setting the sentence to six months. She also took the time to check the vitals of the other residents of the Ultra-Max wing, and in Harley’s case, add a few more months onto her sentence, just for good measure.

Once that was done, Amanda Waller was gone, leaving the four cocooned women alone in silence until their sentences were up and they were returned to the normal prison. How long it would be before that happened was up to Waller and Waller alone.