Eva was a fresh face in the BCPU, a tall woman with flowing brown hair and a sharp, calculating gaze. She had quickly proven herself eager and adaptable, earning small assignments that let her fly under the radar. Her latest target was a slippery fugitive known as Doe, a man with a notorious history of evasion and a secret vice that made him predictable: an obsession with latex. The BCPU had intercepted his online chatter on various fetish forums, where he bragged about his indulgences. Eva saw an opportunity and set the trap herself, posting as a fellow enthusiast on the same sites. She described herself as a mysterious woman seeking a like-minded partner for private sessions, complete with teasing photos that hinted at her curves in shiny black latex. After a flurry of encrypted messages, they arranged a meetup at her secluded house on the outskirts of the city.

Doe arrived right on time, his eyes wide with anticipation as Eva opened the door. She stood there in a skin-tight black latex catsuit that hugged her curves perfectly, the material gleaming under the dim porch light. She stood tall, with her brown hair tied back in a sleek ponytail. She looked every bit the fantasy he had imagined. "Welcome," she purred, her voice smooth and inviting. "I've been looking forward to this. Come in and make yourself comfortable."

Doe stepped inside, his gaze roaming over her outfit before taking in the room. The living room was dimly lit, with the newspaper-covered floor adding an edgy vibe. Cloth sheets lined the furniture, and very few personal accessories were present in the room. "Wow, this is... intense," he said, trying to hide his excitement. "What's with the newspapers? Trying to keep things clean?"

Eva chuckled, gesturing toward a chair draped in cloth. "You know how it is, gotta keep everything slick and spotless for playtime." She leaned in closer, letting him get a whiff of the faint rubber scent, which only heightened his arousal. Have a seat. Can I get you a drink? Something to help you relax?"

He accepted without hesitation, settling into the chair as Eva poured a glass of what appeared to be a simple cocktail. Unbeknownst to him, it was laced with a potent paralytic agent from the BCPU's arsenal that would render him helpless in minutes. She handed him the glass with a seductive smile, watching as he sipped it down.

Within minutes, Doe's eyes widened in confusion as his body began to betray him. His limbs grew heavy, and he slumped onto the floor, able to do little more than twitch slightly. "Wha- what's happening?" he slurred, panic creeping into his voice.

Eva's expression shifted from seductive to professional in an instant. "Time to drop the act, Mr. Doe. I'm Agent Eva with the BCPU, and you've just walked into your own execution." She stood up smoothly and excused herself to the next room, leaving him there helpless. While he lay there, fighting against the paralysis that pinned him in place, Eva quickly changed into her standard BCPU bodysuit, complete with rubber gloves and boots.

Returning to the living room, Eva approached Doe with a confident, almost predatory stride, her gas mask dangling from her hand. She knelt beside him, her eyes locking onto his terrified gaze as she let him take in the sight of the BCPU markings on her suit. A thrill coursed through her, a familiar rush that made her pulse quicken and her skin tingle beneath the thick rubber. She cradled his head in her lap, offering it as a pillow for his last comfort.

Doe's body jerked faintly, a weak attempt at resistance, but the paralytic held him firm. Eva pulled out a small anesthetic mask connected to a spray can of poison gas, one of the BCPU's specialized tools. She began to caress his face with her gloved hand, her touch lingering sadistically, tracing his jawline and cheekbones with deliberate slowness. Her fingers pressed just hard enough to leave faint marks, her eyes gleaming with a mix of cruelty and delight as she stared into his widening, fearful eyes.

"You thought this was going to be your big thrill, didn't you?" she taunted with sadistic glee. "Pathetic. No, you're just a toy for me to break."

With a wicked grin, she finally lifted her own gas mask to her face. She tightened the straps and felt the familiar rubber seal pressed snugly and securely to her face. The mask's filter protected her completely as she activated the spray can and brought the anesthetic mask to Doe's face. She pressed it firmly over his mouth and nose, holding it in place with one hand while her other continued to stroke his cheek, feeling the subtle tremors of his weakening body.
The poison gas hissed into the mask, flooding his airways in an instant. Eva watched with rapt attention, her heart racing from the excitement as Doe's eyes bulged in agony. His body convulsed in feeble spasms.

"That's it, breathe it in," she whispered through her mask, her tone mocking and breathless with her own pleasure. "Let it take you. I love watching you squirm. It's almost as satisfying as the chase. You're mine now, and this is what you deserve."

Doe's vision blurred, tears streaming down his face as the gas tightened its grip, suffusing his body with unrelenting pain. His chest heaved, each breath drawing in more of the invisible torment, until his struggles faded into weak twitches. Eva held him there, savoring every second of his suffering, her own arousal peaking as she felt his life ebb away in her lap.

As his body finally went limp, Eva let out a soft, contented sigh behind her mask. The room fell silent, save for her steady breathing. She gently lifted his head from her lap and stood, surveying the scene with a sense of fulfillment. The newspapers on the floor had served their purpose, making cleanup effortless.

With the job done, Eva contacted her superiors for extraction and disposal protocols. For a new agent like her, it was a flawless and exhilarating experience. She couldn't wait for her next assignment.


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A commission for Mr Loren featuring himself and agent Eva Venom.

I’m back from vacation, and it was a lot of fun, but I did miss drawing and the comforts of home quite a lot.

I will probably open commissions again for the time being with an official post tomorrow.

Feedback and art tips are always welcome.