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The plot was simple.

The two latex clad nurses designated to be guides were given some pills to take before the start of the visit, to keep them from the effects of the gas to come, while the visitor would find themselves in quite a curious state indeed.

Dr Adra sat back in her seat. A moment later a bullet hit her slender frame, right between her tiny a-cups. There was a sharp intake of breath, then a bored sigh. The bullet landed on the floor, the hole in her top showing some blood, but no wound below. The slightly bruised flesh returning to it's normal pale self a moment later.

“Take this traitor away.” Was all she said, the undercover operative staring in shock at the completely unharmed doctor. “Interrogate her thoroughly, before submitting her for treatment.”

****

Phantom was impressed. The new medical research and asylum facility was immaculate. Headed by Wisp Adra the place was flourishing! Every room the pale Directrix walked into had a clear purpose, was efficiently laid out, and communications clear. The strange fact that all the nurses had breasts of at least double Ds was not commented on, but it was no secret doctor Adra hated her own breasts, and due to her extremely powerful regenerative powers, combined with her unusually resilient skin, she had been unable to remedy the situation to her liking. No doubt many of these nurses had been part of the experiments..

Phantom was soon led into a small room, an observation chamber. Inside the adjacent room, she could see a woman strapped to a chair been utterly tormented as interrogation continued. Even as Phantom watched, they silenced the pleading woman's cries with a plug, inflated to stop it escaping, with a bottle of serum attached, forcing the assassin to consume it. Within five minutes, the woman's latex covered, cruelly strapped breasts seemed much more swollen, threatening to burst!

Phantom was about to say something, some frivolous comment on the traitors part, when she flushed red. Looking around, she saw the two nurses were calm, yet.. She was getting hotter. Hornier. Needier. Her mind began to fog, her hands slipping between her legs. One of the nurses looked around in alarm as the Directrix collapsed to her knees, rubbing furiously!

It all happened in a blur for Phantom. A wheelchair was brought in, and she was strapped to it, taken deeper into the facility. Deeper and deeper, well past anything on any blueprints, until at last she was in a small, rubber padded cell.

The nurses removed her clothes, and Phantom complied readily. Soon her needy body was exposed to the air in all its glory, and the nurse was readying a skintight latex straitjacket for her.. One that had to be stepped into due to attached crotch. Usually she'd have protested, even like this her first instinct was to resist. But the she saw inside the tight black jacket, saw the big, glistening toys through the unzipped back. The fog took over her mind, and her next lucid thought didn't occur until she was very tightly secured!

The nurses hesitated. What came next was extreme, and the repercussions if found out would be dire.. but they also didn't want to be Adras new test subjects!

Phantom was made to step into a curious latex suit. No sleeves, no arm holes, neck entry, it pulled up over her straitjacketed form, with a heavy duty neck corset waiting at the top and a chastity belt at the waist. The nurses hesitated again.. but they'd come this far.

The neck corset was activated. Air vacuumed out of the suit, causing an immense amount of pressure onto Phantoms form, and then the neck corset began to tighten. No lace here, this instead had many internal bands that righted on command. Not only did they tighten, but there was no mechanism to loosen them. Every little click further locked Phantom into a potentially permanent rubber prison. Similar clicks came from the chastity belt as it tightened and adjusted. And then.. silence, only the squeaks as the nearly mindless Phantom wriggled as much as she could, her mouth open wide, tongue lolling out as she panted like a dog in heat.

And then the nurses left, leaving the utterly helpless, horny woman by herself.

****

Many hours passed before Phantom managed to get a small handle on her mind again, though the intense desire inside her demanded her attention. More lucid, the Directrix tried to move, to squirm. Walking was possible, but the suit was so tight that every step took considerable effort, and reminded her of those rather well, *HUGE* toys inside her!

The head of the facility then walked in and looked at Phantom with.. pity? This slender doctors expression annoyed the powerful Directrix to no small end.

“What is the meaning of this? Untie me immediately!”

The doctor sighed and shook her head, giving Phantom a long, sad look.

“I cannot. No one can, that suit is quite permanent, unless you find a rubbermancer perhaps. I’m sorry Miss Phantom but there was no other choice.” Phantom looked stunned, giving the doctor time to continue. “You have contracted a powerful sickness that has been spreading of late. It induces intense nymphomania, horniness and desire. It is so powerful it can render victims near mindless, wanting only to fornicate with everyone they can, often with devastating results. Worse, if you *do* orgasm, it spreads rapidly through the air. That is why your suit has a chastity belt built in.”

Phantom stood quietly. She had heard of this illness spreading, though the cause was unknown thus far. How could she have caught it? The near mindless state she was in previously, and the intense rampaging desire inside her right now made it sound plausible.. However, this smelled rotten. She didn’t recall the doctor having been investigating the sickness, nor did she recognise this suit she was in, and it’s design would have stuck in the Directrixes mind! She was also isolated from any networks.. Just where was she?

She opened her mouth to ask, but before she could.. Her tongue lolled out again, as she started to pant! The effects were back and hitting her like a truck! She managed to hold onto her mind this time, somehow, to see the evil hood in the doctors hand..

“This hood will fuse with that suit, and become just as permanent. With it on, we can turn on your plugs and allow you at least some relief. However, once it’s on, there’s no going back.” The hood was thick, smooth black rubber. Aside from a very wide tube for the mouth, it had no openings at all. Even in her increasing needy state, Phantom knew it would block her hearing as well, likely with white noise playing earplugs.

She wanted to scream at the doctor! To say no, to demand freedom! But every time she tried, her mind got foggier, her desires more rampant! She couldn’t nod, the neck corset stopped all movement of her head. She had to say it..

“Ahn.. ahn.. hood me! Seal me away! Let. Me. Cum!” She cried at the doctor, as loud as her compressed form could! And then the tube was in her mouth, and curiously, the desire began to fade. The outside of the tube inflated, sealing it in place and locking her tongue down. As she looked into the doctors eyes with her own green, suddenly far less aroused eyes, they widened in alarm. She had asked for it, and they would have recorded it.

She was fucked.

A moment later her head was encased, compressed as the rubber adjusted itself and fused with the suit. White noise filled her ears as expected. And then.. nothing.
She stood there in her rubber prison, no longer out of her mind with arousal, though admittedly the tight bondage, rubber and toys did leave her horny still! She had no concept of time, the white noise culling her senses.. and then finally, mercifully, the toys activated at last.

****

Dr Adra watched Phantom wriggle and writhe on the floor of her new home. She would be monitored of course, but she had not lied about one thing. Short of a rubbermancer, and perhaps someone able to manipulate metal as well, that suit was impossible to remove. This entire section of the complex didn’t exist either, and only her most loyal, and broken, nurses even knew of it.

The video feed of Phantom giving in had been passed on to Mirage, along with an explanation of what had happened.. While the same video had been sent to her benefactor. Money began to be directed into her private accounts. Good, she could continue her research now. Phantom was a good boss, but stingy on funding for personal endeavours.

She watched the black, faceless creature writhing in the cell, then pressed a button again. Gas began to fill the cell. It wasn’t odourless, but smelled exactly like latex. In a facility filed with latex clad people, no one would notice. Phantom struggles froze, then became far more sensual, her moans more slutty a few moments later. The harmless, featureless rubber object was not even fit to be called human anymore.

The doctor leaned back in thought. 'Perhaps we should just keep the gas on, destroy Phantoms mind utterly. Or perhaps never use it again, leave Phantom lucid, aware, trapped and knowing it. Decisions, decisions.' Before smirking and considering the days work.

Lure Phantom in to inspect the facility, drug her, convince her she has an incurable sickness, get her to condemn herself, seal her away potentially forever.

The plot was simple.