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Aria awoke in nearly the opposite circumstances from when she blacked out... yet somehow, strangely familiar. The room was a soft beige, the floor padded and the walls looking sterile. Small dot-sized cameras seemed to line several spots. One wall seemed to be entirely glass.

It was an observation room, and of course, Aria was the one being observed.

Outside it, behind a thick glass wall, sat Phantom and a few lackeys. She crossed her legs. "Hello, Miss Warden. I hope you had a nice rest. I apologize for any delays in getting your lawsuit processed. I took a few liberties with it, of course. First of all, I figured that given the content - rubbery servitude and enslavement - it would be appropriate to respond in kind with my own litigation. Here's the problem... I know what you want. You'll notice, Miss Warden, that you're totally nude. Not even that cute outfit you had on the way in... though of course, it's long since dissolved. So, ironically, Miss Warden, I'm going to make you the same offer you made me. I'm going to let you submit, and you get to be my cute little latex maid. Maybe you'll start a bit lower on the totem pole, and end up as a cute rubber dolly. But either way, you get to 'work' for me. The other option? Well, you'll notice that you're in a nice, small cell. you'll notice you're totally unbound - rather unusual for me, I suspect that maybe, just maybe, you'd rather be a nice, rubber-bound bimbo than some nude, helpless test subject in there."

"Now..." Phantom said, standing up. "What do you think of my deal? Oh, and by the way, you should be lucky I'm letting you have any of this. When security found us, I was tempted to tell them to simply lock you away in isolation... but then again, you were very, very nice to me during our, erm, coupling."

Aria licked her lips slowly, until recently only able to taste rubber.. it was strange having only the somewhat lingering taste in her mouth. It was hard to quite remember what had happened, she'd broguht herself to climax so many times while servicing.. servicing.. Someone..

Slowly it came back to her. Phantom. the fake Lawsuit. The beta latex. Groaning, she pulled herself up into a sitting position and looked around her new abode.. But was more distracted by her lack of attire. She had gotten so used to the tight suit, and tighter rubber, that suddenly have her body not squeezed, large breasts bouncing freely, was rather strange! Listening carefully to Phantoms offer, she could only groan.. What kind of choice was that! Sure she didn't want to be a bimbo, she was rather fond of her mind and intelligence in truth, but the rest of it did have some odd appeal.. rubber bound.. doll.. maid.. She shook her head and rubbed her temples.. Was this an effect of the beta latex?

Eventually she saw no choice but to respond.. "I.. I accept your terms. But.. I have one question first.. How did they get us out? That stuff is supposed to be nigh indestructable!"

"Well, first of all... let me - wait." Phantom tilts her head. "You accept my terms?" She's got a somewhat sketpical tone at first, and body language to prove it. She taps her finger on her lower lip for a few long seconds, thinking to herself.

"Interesting. I was expecting you, Miss Warden, to give me a good spiel about how... well... let me think." Phantom gets to her feet and places one hand on her forehead, as if to pantomime some old-fashioned character. "Oh heavens, you can't do this! you'll never get away with this! No, I refuse! You can't make me into your rubber slave you dastardly woman! My friends will save me!"

She sits back down. "I was expecting something more like that. But then again, maybe a few days in stasis with that latex had an effect on me. Or you." The villainess looks at the floor for a moment. "They... well, they were able to do a few things. As for the latex, we were totally indistinguishable. My team was able to copy the signal and release one of us. And that one of us..."

She gets to her feet and removes her coat. It's at that point that you notice her skin, from the neck down, is all black - black, and beautiful, gorgeous, thick rubber. "Well, they chose wrongly, it seems. And try as they might, they weren't able to remove it all. And so, I'm trapped. Though I think that maybe, with a little coaxing, I might be able to get it off..." Phantom nods and the door slides open. She enters the cell. "So. What's on your mind?" It's a strange question... and a bit ominous. Aria could hear the sound of equipment being moved, of something moving in the walls of her cell!

Aria growls a little "Not like I have much choice.." Besides she added privately, she was skilled, she could probably escape from the life of a rubber slave, but a cell like this..? She did perk up a little as she hears how they managed to free her, her eyes widening as Phantom reveals her new, rubbery skin, eying the glistening latex in surprise. Clearly they had managed to free the woman somewhat.. But to be trapped in that stuff.. She couldn't help but lick her lips, an odd urge to kneel before this black clad beauty overwhelming her as Phantom steps into the cell.

And indeed she did, before she knew it, she was looking up at her captor, instead of standing equal or over her.. She was on her knees. The noises of equipment were alarming but.. The thief shook herself a little, trying to resist her bodies betrayal. Trying to.. But in the end, she was still kneeling.

"Well," Phantom said. "I'm not sure... you might have a few choices. For example, you could decide how you get dresed." A series of panels in the room parted and adjusted, leading to two separate but roughly similarly-sized testing rooms. They appeared to be adjacent to the holding cell, but they had been disguised by the padded walls until now. On the left was a glass cylinder; a familiar sort, the sort that Aria had no doubt seen containing heroines!

On the right was a sterile-looking room that had been given some accoutrements that looked rather inventive; chairs and mirrors and a chest of drawers. It definitely looked more like it was to be used as a dressing room than as an experimentation chamber. "You and I can get you into your, ahem, testing undergarment the old-fashioned way, on the right... or you can let a machine do the work, on the left. The choice is yours, dear." ...although really, Phantom liked being in control almost as much as she liked being helpless. It wasn't much of a choice!

Aria fought a difficult internal battle.. Fighting down this strange ruge to submit to her captors wishes, to this shiny, black clad beauty.. To let her decide.. but she couldn't just give in. Taking a few breaths, she eventually turned her head to the right and nodded at the experimental chamber dressing room. Logically, she knew that was her best chance to escape still, rather than a machine. Less logically, she'd be in there with Phantom in control.. Something that the thief couldn't shake the feeling was important. She thought to move to the room ahead of her captor.. but her kneeling legs didn't move. After all.. She hadn't had permission.

A barely audible whisper escapes the addled thief.. "Why am I.." before it peters over into silence, the confused woman just shaking her head and attributing it to however long she was sealed in that beta latex. But as before, despite her logical thinking.. She remaining kneeling.

Phantom blushed. It wasn't quite what she had expected! Obviously, Aria loved rubber. Obviously, Aria was in her grasp; despite her powers and identity, she was in the midst of Phantom's lair. She could escape any time, but it would probably be brief and fraught with peril. No, she had decided -at least for now - to go along with this, to become a pawn in Phantom's plans... no, to be a queen! But this? This was beautiful. The way she moved, the way that she obeyed so very profound, it made Phantom's encased legs wobble. Hopefully, thought Phantom, Aria wouldn't have seen that. Hopefully she can keep that veneer of total dominance... the beta latex had become a nice black now, and ideally all that shininess would have disrupted the view of Phantom's legs buckling ever so slightly. Except for the sound, that is - the sound of latex on latex...

"You've chosen, then, dear?" said Phantom. "Good. Rise, dear, and come with me. Come into my parlor... I've got a nice sheath of beta latex to apply to you. Come over here..." Phantom said, "...and start the process of your enclosure."

Aria still wasn't sure what had come over her, but nevertheless, her body was refusing to obey the rational part of her mind that told her to fight and escape. This wonderful, gleaming black figure in front of her had to be obeyed! The slight squeak of latex as the woman moved only sent more tingles down the captives spine..

That logical part of her brain tried to tell her this was purely because of her time in the beta latex, but that part of her was rapidly becoming less relevant. When she was ordered to rise, she did so very quickly, her flexible body straightening up, breasts lightly bouncing simply due to the speed with which she moved to obey. Despite everything, she blushed at the pale womans teasing words.. Beta latex! If she let this happen, then escape would never be possible..! Soon heard herself respond..

"Yes Miss Phantom"

"There's something very, very dangerous about... certain materials. You can get addicted. For example," Phantom said, thumbing through a holgraphic display, "some heroines imprisoned within it can get attached. Or worse, they can become demure; submissive; slaves to its pleasure. Its intent as a tool to help subdue the rowdiest of patients can work. Sometimes it can work too well." Phantom blushed a bit. She tried to stiffen and stand up straight, throwing the last of her clothes to the ground. Appearances, after all! Appearances.

But hearing that made her appearances drop. She blushed and cooed, moving her hands over her body in anticipation of enclosing the girl in front of her and.... The mistress groaned at the thought. She sat Aria down on the dressing chair and grinned.

"Looks like you've made your choice dear. Once we get this first layer on, you'll be my little captive. And after that, I'll have you properly dressed for some intimacy. Because..." Phantom handed Aria a somewhat-repaired beta latex controller and put it in her hands. "Because, the addiction can go both ways," Phantom said with a blush. "And in dangerous circumstances, you can become addicted not to the latex, but to other... occupants." Phantom nodded, indicating that, of course, her addiction was to more than just the rubbery goodness... it was to a certain thief!

The thief shivered a little as she listened to Phantom speak, watching her play with the display. She didn't feel subdued.. her mind was clear and strong.. She just.. She shook herself a little as she saw Phantom discard her clothes, until she was 'naked,' a shiny black covered woman. It couldn't be that she actually wanted to just submit! Surely not.. And yet.. And yet..! She heard the squeaks as Phantom seemingly played with herself, blushing a little herself, biting her lip. She didn't resist been placed in the seat. She had made her choice.. There was no two ways around it.. It wasn't her just her body, whatever that silly rational part of her tried to claim.

A moment later she was holding the control, and time seemed to freeze. Right here, in her hands, she seemingly could turn the tables, could escape! All she had to do was have it cocoon the CEO, cause a ruckus, and run during the ensuring confusion. An eternity seemed to pass in that moment.. And she did press a button, before placing the remote on the table and lowering her gaze obediently, awaiting her coating with a quivering excitement.. The latex over Phantoms sex slipping inside and coating her walls, making them open and available for someone to get very intimate with.

Aria didn't hide herself licking her lips, the thief wanting, no *needing* this now, her body full of submissive desire!

It was enthralling. Unfortunately, it was in both the literal and figurative sense for the thief! In this case, the beta latex spread from her hands first, and then quickly ran over her fingers and down to her forearms. Phantom stepped in this time to swiftly grab the controller and place it on a nearby tray.

The thick sheen was just so heavenly! It was more than that, though, because it was also overwhelming. She had a few moments of clarity as it passed by her hands, leaving them as little more than mittens. She might move her thumb or fingers... but that was it. And it was getting increasingly stiff as it went past her elbows... Phantom's body seemed to shiver. It was as though she was finding a partner. Or maybe that was simply her mind? Phantom had also developed an addiction thanks to her long-term encasement within the latex shell... though she couldn't admit it , it was to rubber, as well as Aria. Seeing this 'mate' once again was making her think evil, devious, and wost of all - submissive thoughts!

When the latex passed by her breasts, it encased them at a curve. It was operating more like a supportive second skin that a catsuit - and that meant giving her tissue plenty of room to move, to jiggle, as well as a modicum of support from below . It spread past her waist, cinching slightly tighter as it did and acting more like a restrictive catsuit where it needed to. One of Phantom's customizations? Or had Aria programmed it to really treat the user like a sexy doll? It waited around her sex, keeping her agonizingly close as it swept past her legs. She wasn't quite a person anymore; not when she was covered from neck to toes in a glossy black skin.

And certainly not when Phantom was there, urging her on. "Personally... I'd like to have you in something over that. Perhaps we could give you one of the outfits we give the drones and 'bake' you inside multiple layers. But for now..."

She took Aria's hands in hers. Her green eyes were practically mesmerizing! "I'm going to lock your hands in these cuffs behind your back. And then..."

Phantom blushed. "Then, you're going to service your mistress's womanhood."

Aria gasped as the latex appeared on her hands, from the remote seemingly, looking at her shiny fingers even as they vanished inside some kind of mitt. Instantly the thief felt vulnerable, her primary skills taken from her by those simple hand coverings.. And it felt *good* It was tight.. and stiff. She couldn't help but raise her useless hands to her face, licking and sniffing the rubbery material, her head a little hazy with lust.

Aria shivered again, and could hear lots of squeaks behind her, Phantoms squeaks.. Much like that pale woman, the thief was overtaken with a strong desire to submit, her whole body quivering in anticipation as it continued to be slowly encased. She looked down happily at her boobs, gently lifting them with her cocooned hands, appreciating how the latex made them stand out, tight, but not compressing, pushing up and out, making them look even bigger than they actually were.. It was heavenly! Especially when coupled with her squeezed waist, an audible, lusty moan escaping her, her cheeks flushing red. She loved it tight.. She couldn't deny that any longer.

She humped the chair lightly, trying desperately to encourage the swath of tight rubber to cover and fill her, wanting, no, NEEDING it, her sex oh-so-eager, visibly so to anyone who cared to look.. certainly the chair wouldn't hide it either! In the mirror opposite her, she saw herself becoming more and more like a doll.. a lovely, helpless doll.. Aria hung onto Phantoms every word, eager to please. More layers? Even tighter..? The poor thief nearly exploded just from the thought of it alone! She didn't resist her hands been taken, staring into Phantoms as if enthralled. When she heard the immediate plans, she froze.

A few moments later.. She smiled!

"Yes Mistress."