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Phantom sighed as she slowly woke up from a forced nap, looking around her office blearily for several moments as her brain started up again. She tried to move, but as she had suspected, her arms were firmly bound to the arms of the chair, her hands taped up snugly, and the catsuit she had selected for todays garb squeaking lightly as she squirmed.

"It must be Tuesday..." she thought, rolling her eyes. She wondered what it was this time. Corporate Espionage? Hostile Takeover? Kidnapping? Random thievery? Perhaps some do-gooder..? She sat and squrimed, finding her legs securely strapped in place as well, and sighed. There was no sign of Aria, and wasn't she on holiday today anyway..? If that minx had snuck in just to cause trouble again...

That train of thought came to an end rather abruptly as a figure stepped into view. A figure that was most definitely not Aria. Shorter, slender, clad in rubber completely skintight, showing off her belly, her nipples, her, well, everything! Her head was clad in the smooth latex as well, hiding her hair, bulging at the ears, and her face... Phantom had to pause as the figure approach. The womans face was hidden behind a white mask, painted eyes, red lips. It looked just like a Chinadoll mask, those often used by Mirage and Phantom herself for some troublesome captives or employees. Sometimes those two might be the same person of course! Around her waist was a simple belt with plenty of pouches. No surprise, given the outfit itself didn't exactly have anywhere to slot stuff away.

Whatever the mask was though, it clearly wasn't the strict restraint kind used by herself, as the womans voice, soft, carrying a rather thick accent... Japanese? It sounded Japanese to Phantoms ears, but for all she knew it was put on. The strange figure moved closer, talking softly, full, proper English, the type learned in schools, as opposed to having those little tics, slang, that helped define a dialect...

"Hello Miss Phantom. Do not worry, I am not here to kidnap, steal or enslave you today. My employers wish to merely inconvenience you as a.. Warning, shall we say? You've muscled into some territory and upset some people of late, and they wish to make sure you remember them."

Phantom gave the woman a long, cool look, before finally deigning to respond "And who are... uhmph!" she began, only to be cut off suddenly as a foamy sphere was forced into her mouth, the slender lady moving quickly, hand darting out. This was followed swiftly by a second, each sphere forced into a cheek. Expert, dexterous fingers moved swiftly, inserting a plug between the two balls... A plug with a pump hanging from it! A couple of squeezes held it in place, forcing Phantoms cheeks to bulge out even more.

Phantom never even got a chance to try and protest as the hands moved swiftly, a roll of vetwrap pulled from a pouch, the stretchy purple material wrapping around and around Phantoms jaw and chin. Round and round, compressing those bulging cheeks, and the balls inside them, more and more, stifling the pale womans protests! The entire roll was used, leaving a livid Phantom very securely gagged. At least that was over.

Except... It wasn't! Phantoms eyes widened as the slender assailant continued, this time with a roll of slender, strong, electrical tape, the black material compressed around her squeezed jaw as it was wound around the CEOs head seemingly endlessly! Just like with the wrap, she worked swiftly, but left the pump hanging, ominously. Poor Phantom tried to wriggle, to protest, but the woman was clearly an expert! After the electrical tape came duct tape, wide strips torn off a roll and plastered over Phantoms heavily gagged lips and face. By this point, the tiny grunts had turned from angry to outright pleading, her eyes wide, begging the woman to stop!

But stop she did not.

The pump was grabbed, and squeezed mercilessly, the plug in Phantoms mouth growing, the balls forced against her cheeks, and the layers of gag compressing them, bigger and bigger, until the poor captive couldn't believe her mouth could hold it all! Finally with a sharp tug, she yanked the pump clean off of the gag, then covered the hole over with yet more duct tape! Surely it was over..?

Naturally, it wasn't. A harness was wrapped around Phantoms head, a wide panel pulled over her hidden lips, the leather straps tugged as taut as they could get, squeezing Phantoms head all over. And over that came some kind of muzzle, a strictly laced up gag cover that extended from just below Phantoms nose all the way to her collar bone. What was more chilling, was the sound of little clicks coming from it, locking it firmly on her, though no padlocks seemed to be in use.

Suddenly, Phantom couldn't hear anything at all from her left ear, something pushed in and swellings lightly to completely block the ear canal. A similar device was forced into Phantoms other ear, blocking all sound utterly, before a very, very tight latex hood was pulled over phantoms head, holes only for her eyes and nostrils available, nearly hiding the entirety of Phantoms cruelly gagged mouth. Phantom shook her head as best she could, but even moving her neck was difficult like this!

Then suddenly, the womans voice filled her ears again. "There we go, you are now properly inconvenienced. Your hood is made of a very strong form of latex, not unlike the kind used by your company, the kind that your knives and sharp objects will not pierce, or even scratch. This is naturally locked on, but do no worry. The key for it is available at a specific location that will be made known to you in time. Oh, and I would advise against attempt to picklock it, the anti-tamper locks will... Well, shall we say you might end up wearing that hood significantly longer if you attempt its removal early. I should also mention, when I leave your earphones will have their program activated. You will find that they turn on and all at random, connected to a mic hidden within your layers of gag. It will muffle the noise around you somewhat, and of course you won't have any sort of way of knowing which direction the sound is coming from, but I am sure you will be able to cope with that."

The slender woman moved closer, leaning in close, her small but pleasantly presented breasts nearly in Phantoms face "But that wouldn't be very inconvenient would it? Which is why we have a special program. The mic will only activate for 4 of every 10 seconds, at random. You might get 4 seconds of sound back to back, you might get a second, then nothing, then another second... Its really quite intricate. In other words... You will hear little snippets at random, which I imagine will make things quite difficult."

Phantom sat there, stunned, eyes wide, pleading, unable to utter a sound that the woman could hear, wondering who on earth had authorised this! The womans expressionless, masked face didn't help matters, especially as she appeared to just be staring at Phantom, whos large, green eyes were as pleading as the captive CEOs had ever been!

But the woman showed no mercy, simply placing a sealed envelope on Phantoms desk, then turning and leaving the room, fading into the shadows before she had even got halfway across the room. Phantom sat there, unable to do anything, unable to call for help, or struggle free of the stout straps used to secure her to her own chair. Sitting there, unable to hear anything, until suddenly the ambient noise was back for a moment... then gone again! A tiny, pathetic whine escaping that hugely gagged mouth as this kept happening, leaving poor Phantom almost disorientated! Worse, despite her horror, her outrage.. She couldn't deny a warmth, a pleasant pulsing desire, between her legs...

She wasn't found for several hours, by which point she had someone got used to the sound cutting on and off, her jaw working around the gag to try and get it as comfortable as possible. She tried, futilely, to listen to the secretary who had found her as the woman fussed over Phantoms bonds, eventually managing to free the hooded CEO from her chair, then reached for the hoods locks... Only for Phantom to grab her wrist at the last moment! It took some time for poor Phantom to get the woman to stop faffing about, and eventually when security finally arrived, the poor secretary was left cocooned in a duct tape hogtie in the back o the room while Phantom quietly fumed!

The envelope was opened... And contained a list of demands, and clues. The offer was simple, Phantom could follow the clues to get the key to her hood, or she could meet the demands to have the respective clue revealed to her and help her company move onto the next. Some of the demands were utterly insane, including signing Mirage over to some foundation she'd never heard of, the firing of all secretaries, and one even demanding that she submit herself to that crazy Doctor Adra, whom was still in Mirages employ, to get J-cup breasts! Clearly a mix of the clues and demands would need to be fulfilled to get the hood off in a reasonable time..

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A month passed, with poor Phantoms head trapped the entire time. All communication with her was done by text, the only way the poor CEO could follow a conversation now. When finally someone bust into the room, waving their hand!

That woman ended up with a paralysis dart in her rear, Phantom having stepped up security considerably, the poor thing carted off to be made into one of Mirages loyal toys, while her personal effects were examined... Including a key. It took a little time for them to realise what said key was, and by then, well, the woman was already in a pod halfway through her conversion. Finally, a few minutes later, Phantom felt cool air on her head again, and to hear normally!

She sat still while they worked the key into the locks holding the muzzle, trying not to be impatient... Until they finally stepped back and shook their heads. It took sometime to convey to the helpless CEO what had happened, but simply put... The key only worked on the hood! Phantom could only sit there in outrage, they had tricked her!

And then, a piece of paper fell out of the hood. A quick examination told them all they needed to know, it was another list of demands and clues. Three lists specifically, one per lock on the muzzle.

Phantom could only groan quietly... She was going to be gagged for a long time yet!