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Fingers flashed over the keyboard, both literally and figuratively.. the fingers seemingly coated in some slick black shiny material so tight, it was amazing the fingers could move at all.

On and on they went, through servers, files, programs.. A sly grin appearing on the womans face. She was in.. and now she could begin. Finally she hit the enter key and sat back, filling the air with creaks and squeaks with every tiny movement. Eventually she stood up, having to pause for a moment to balance, seeming very tall, with two very large somethings jiggling severely until she managed to calm them.

Yes.. Revenge would be sweet. Very sweet. Now all she had to do was enjoy the show.

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Phantom sat at her desk. It was a new one, and very very effective. Of course it was also very noisy, and a tad messy. The four corners supported by smooth, shiny 'statues' of pleasantly shaped women, utterly encased in black latex shined to a perfect polish, with the only opening been their mouths, forced into a wide O shape.. Unfortunately a rather large amount of drool was escaping thanks too this, and the moans were rather distracting. She might need to send this one back to R&D.

Standing up, the buxom CEO wandered over to her office door and opened it wide, nodding to her current secretary, strapped tightly to a seat and heavily gagged, her arms mostly free, but unable t reach any of the straps or gag securing her in place. Walking into the elevator, Phantom moved down a few floors.. and seemed to walk into another world.

All over were squirming, bound woman, some in straitjackets, others in lots of straps, some utterly encased in tape, and even some rigid in some kind of hard shell! A cry from a room nearby sent Phantom into a run, just in time to see three of her drones finish working an isolation hood, thick and padded, over another employees head, the poor things body trapped in what could only be called a venus corset, her legs wobbling as she tried to balance in ballet heels.

Before Phantom could od anything, one of the drones lifted the woman and carried her through a door into a closet. The other two turned to face Phantom, and moved for her immediately.

Phantom widened her eyes in horror as they pulled out more restraints, marching at her with intent. This was wrong! The drones where HERS! What on earth where they up to? How could they be doing this..? Turning, she fled down another corridor, and then another as more drones appeared, until she finally shut herself in a small closet, hearing the drones march passed.

With a sigh, she shut her eyes and waited.. But heard something odd. A constant, low, whimper. Opening her eyes again and looking around the dim storage room, her cybernetics kicking in to allow her to combat the darkness. It was.. clear, except there seemed to be a lot of white, sticky webbing like stuff hanging around. Looking up, she saw why! A tightly cocoon figure looked back, though only one eye was visible, her tightly cocooned form wriggling pathetically. All over her where spiderbots, tightening their sticky silk like filaments, making it harder and harder for the poor thing to even wriggle.

Before Phantom could react, several of them fell onto her and started to spin their web, snaring and cocooning her hands before she could possibly react, several bands of silk pinning her upper arms to her sides. Panic, and more than a little arousal, flitted through the pale CEOs mind, and she found herself doing the only things he could, slamming her back to the door, pinning and smashing some of the bots, before bringing her useless balled up hands down on the handle to get it open, running out into the hall, several of the bots still tightening web around her!

She ran, and ran, blushing red at just how *good* the web felt as it squeezed her tightly. She managed to shake some of the bots, and smashed a couple of others, but they were stubborn, and chased her relentlessly. Whatever had messed with their programming though had made them rather more dull witted than normal, leaving her legs totally free.

Eventually she made it to the elevator and smacked her balled up hands on the control panel, the doors slamming shut a moment later, crushing the last of the bots between them, the rest stuck outside. Taking a few deep breaths, large breasts heaving, the CEO leaned against the wall and slowly slid down it as the elevator started to rise. She squirmed a bit, but soon gave up. The special web the spiderbots used as stronger than steel, she had no hope of breaking it, not without something to burn it off or a specialised knife to cut it.

Soon she was back on her office floor and ran out, towards her office door, still ajar from earlier. Where the secretary had been before was now just a ball up shape sealed in tape, quietly mewling in distress, a tape buddy still flying around the helpless form over and over, securing it more and more. Phantom had now ay to help the poor woman, only giving her a look of pity before running into her office and kicking the door shut, pressing her eye to the scanner to initiate lockdown and set off the alarm.

Letting out a deep sigh, the CEO smiled, then grinned. It was distressing, what had happened.. But seeing all those helpless forms, bound, heavily gagged, encased, utterly helpless.. and even her own situation.. It was rather erotic. Oh who was she kidding, it was *wonderful!* Help would be here soon though, but in the meantime she might as well enjoy this, right?

And then there was a noise behind her. Turning around, Phantoms green eyes widened. Her office was full! Drones, tape buddies and spider bots all 'staring' at her, for lack of a better word. The rest ofo the building had gone silent, all of the employees utterly bound, encased, and controlled, all now in the hard cases. Phantom was the only one left.. But not for long!

Spiders fell on her from above again, and this time finished the job, the poor CEO vanishing under layers and layers of the thick, strong silk, her mouth filled with an enormous, inflated, rubber sphere by a drone just before the silk sealed her lips up.. her ears filled with plugs to stop all sound, her arms pinned to her sides tighter and tighter. And then, much to her horror, her outfit was ripped open and something very, very large was pressed to her lower entrance, and drones weren't exactly known for been merciful, forcing the enormous toy inside the outraged CEO.

The outraged and *very* aroused CEO! Oh she tried to deny it, tried to fight it down, but she had to face facts.. She was *loving* it! The silk was tight and warm, the sphere in her mouth so big, filling, stealing her ability to protest at all.. the toy between her legs seemed to constantly pulse and quiver inside her, even if she didn't move at all.. It felt so good!

A few minutes later, a perfect white mummy, so tightly wrapped she could barely move, her arms barely an outline in the silk. But if Phantom thought that was all that would happen, she was mistaken. She couldn't hear them of course, but she soon felt the tightness increasing dramatically, a long purr escaping her as unseen tape was round extra tight around her body, seeming to concentrate on her waist and arms, while looser over her breasts, accentuating her form, making her breasts look even larger, her form more slender.. her arms starting to vanish more and more as they are crushed against her.

It wasn't until the 5th layer of tape Phantom realised the drones knew she was cybernetic, that they could be far, far more extreme with her than the general captives.. But how? That wasn't programmed into any of them! Her perfectly mummified, taped up form could barely twitch, but she tried all the same, suddenly scared. This wasn;t just an attack on Mirage, they were after HER! It was so hot, so tight.. And the toy.. the toy wouldn't stop, it was so frustrating, so distracting, so infuriating.

So *wonderful!*

The wave hit her out of nowhere, knocking her near mindless, her form having so little mobility that she couldn't expend any energy, couldn't move.. Couldn't *stop,* the wave just crashing on and on!

By the time she came down.. It was too late. She had barely been aware of them lifting her into something thick and heavy, the rubber sack pulled around her form, encasing her utterly, vacuum sealed. A hood over her tape and silk encased head, laced so tight that it had become perfectly smooth around her head, and a very tall posture collar around her neck. It was too much! And then she felt herself laid in something narrow, forced into its padding, so tight was it around her. Something was pressed on top of her but.. it was so hard to tell, the layers so thick now that her sense of touch was cut off completely.. All she could feel was the tightness around her.

And then it somehow got *worse!* The padding inside the case seemed to inflate, holding her even more still, if that was possible. It was too hot.. too tight.. Too restrictive.. She couldn't do a thing but endure it, just lying there in the case, utterly helpless. It wasn't long before the toy, mixed with the intensity of it all overwhelmed Phantom again, sending her into blissful oblivion!

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Hours later, the private security company cleared the building. All employees had been found, though not all freed. Indeed many of those freed where still lost in their own little worlds, having had quite the experience while imprisoned! They swept through the building, checking every nook and cranny, more than a few of their number taken down by the drones and bots, but eventually they cleared the entire building.

Except for one thing.. Everyone had been found bar one. They checked, again and again, even tried to locate her via her cybernetics. But she was just.. Gone.

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Days later.. Phantom hung upside down, not that anyone could tell. her body was smooth and glossy, utterly encased in tight latex, her head clad in a gasmask that kept her breathing under control, flooded her with a powerful aphrodisiac to keep her docile and aroused.. and a second drug that prevented any climax. At the moment, the monstrous toys in her holes thankfully were still, for the first time since her capture. She could see and hear again, but speech was impossible, the inflated ball in her mouth replaced by one inflated even larger and filled with rubber cement. Her entire suit was glued on and seamless, her waist crushed to a breathless hourglass figure, more than any normal human could ever handle. Her pleasantly large breasts where encased like the rest of her, but the latex seemed thinner, stretchier.. If Phantom was able to string thoughts together properly, she might have figured out why!

For now, all she could do was hang there, aroused out of her mind, and wait. Her ballet heel clad feet pointed at the ceiling, the chain completely stiff, while a chain attached to the top of her gasmask was pulled just as tight below, keeping her body stretched taut. She couldn't move at all! Her hands, useless, encased in mitts filled with rubber cement, while her arms where fused to her back tightly in a heavy duty armbinder, tight straps around them and her body ensuring no movement was possible, and the tall collar around her neck made sure that even when her head wasn't chained in place, she could only look straight ahead.

And then her captor finally stepped into view, and Phantoms eyes widened in horror and recognition. Dark red hair, pale face with sharp blue eyes, pleasantly slender. Below the neck though.. She was utterly encased in shiny, jet black, latex. A perfect hourglass figure, making her basketball sized breasts appear even larger, jiggling with every little movement. Her curvy butt and hips only helping to enforce the doll look, standing easily in ballet heels, making her appear even taller.

She had been a victim of Mirage, a skilled IT consultant who had found out too much, and had been dealt with in Mirages typical fashion. In this case, transformed into a rubber bondage doll and sent off to some corner of the world.

"It took me three years to escape. Three years. And I can't remove this suit, these boots, cant undo what you've done to my body.. I can't even wear clothes! If I try, my body starts to hurt! You turned me into this.. this.. toy! Well, now its your turn Phantom, not that you'll be called that much longer. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be nothing more than a slave, near mindless, caring only for your owners pleasure.. You won't even remember who you were."

Finishing her little speech, the hacker walked over, swinging her hips sexily, though not by choice, and squatted down in front of Phantom, bringing those enormous breasts level with the lenses of Phantoms mask. A moment later, another smell filled the captives nose.. And instantly her breasts started to feel hot, tight.. She knew what was happening, and she knew she had no way to stop it. She was utterly at her former victims mercy.. Utterly helpless, trapped. Her body instinctively tensed up, clenching around those huge toys as it tried to get the only form of release it could.

But it never came.. Her body unable to cum no matter how much she wanted it to. She couldn't even scream in frustration.

"That suit you are in is just like mine.. Made of that special Mirage latex you so love, the kind that no one seems to be able to cut or melt, or remove in any way. Your gag and mitts? Filled with rubber cement made of the same latex.. You aren't going to do anything with them again. No, a toy like you doesn't need a voice or hands.. You don't need anything other than to be tortured for your Mistresses pleasure."

With a grin, she straightened back up and turned away. The click of heels, squeaks and creaks of latex where all Phantom could hear as her captor left, the door locking shut behind the rubberised red head.. Leaving Phantom to wail into her gag in desperation as the enormous toys began to hum on full power again.. The latex over her breasts already feeling tighter..

Should could only hope someone would save her soon..