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Phantom strolled along the corridors of the Asylum, pausing occasionally to glance through a window at a particularly interesting looking patient or set of bondage. She knew some asylums had taken to using latex and rubber, leather and tape to contain their patients, but she had never expected the big, leading institute that had the Mayors endorsement to be so... Blatant. Especially since the sudden change of staff. Several of the nurses made Phantom frown in thought, some of them oddly familiar, but she just couldn't place them. Perhaps she had seen them on her previous visit.

One patient she looked in at made her grin. The big breasts woman was in a straitjacket that left her lovely breasts utterly uncovered, while the rest of her head and torso was utterly encased, the hood so tight is clearly showed the outline of an enormous ball beneath the taut rubber, and the outline of a blindfold. The stout collar around the poor things neck kept her head still, while a thigh-high legbinder kept her legs together. She could just see the end of a certain something that was likely the cause of the woman's moans and squirming as well...

She paused, eying the top of a tattoo just visible on the woman's thigh, rubbing her chin in thought. It seemed oddly familiar... Where had she seen it before...?

She was interrupted by her private tour guide coughing politely to encourage her to move on. Shrugging, Phantom gladly did so, eager to see more of the interesting treatments they had devised for their patients. So many possibilities, especially when they offered to take her down to high security!

And what toys they had down there! She particularly enjoyed the isolation chambers, watching a volunteer nurse step into one, seeing the built-in tape dispenser cocoon the woman within moments, a fancy ball pressed into the volunteer’s mouth. Phantom was quite familiar with these devices, these 'China balls' and was always eager to see them in use. Licking her lips as the tape finished, leaving a faintly squirming, wrapped nurse, the second stage kicked in. From the bottom of the tube, a ring began to rise, the squeak of rubber filling the air as the ring seemed to dispense some kind of latex sheet over the nurses cocooned form, all the way from toes to head. The nurses squirming all but ended at that point, just cute little twitches every so often, before the chambers doors shut, and the whole tube descended into the floor. A timer popped up on it, stating ti would remain locked for 8 hours.

"The tubes, for security purposes, have a minimum encasement time. The shortest amount of time someone can be in one is 8 hours. The nurse knew this, do not worry, and I am sure she’s enjoying herself in there right now. Its very relaxing."

Naturally Phantom nodded to this, it seemed logical. Of course, the nurse below had no clue that she was trapped for the next 8 hours as a potent gas began to fill the chamber she was in, or a voice began whispering in her ears. The nurse, one of the few staff left over from the previous establishment, had never truly accepted the rise of the new director, and that needed corrected...

The rooms down here had much stricter bondage for the patients, the nurse explaining that the most dangerous patients where kept here. Metahumans, villains, even heroines were all kept here, as well as some particularly dangerous, but not super powered, people. One chamber caught Phantoms eye, the figure inside having one of the largest busts she'd ever seen, coated head to toe in thick rubber and held off the floor. It was so tight that the poor thing clearly couldn't move, and tubes seemed to connect to her mouth, her rear, her sex and oddly her breasts. She didn't know what they were doing to the woman inside that cocoon, but it seemed... Delicious. She couldn't help but lick her lips, eyes sparkling.

With a nod to the nurse, they continued in deeper...

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Phantom was enjoying herself immensely! She recognised many of the 'patients' down here, seeing old rivals or enemies helpless squirming, some of them mmphing angrily, others looking at her with wide, worried eyes was just too delicious. Yes, she would gladly give this places Mirages endorsement! And with luck, the new director would help her to... Inconvenience some of her current business rivals. Of course, that would depend how malleable the woman was. The previous Director had been very much under Phantoms sway come the end, before this sudden, mysterious takeover.

As that thought crossed her mind, they turned a corner, and to Phantoms surprised, the new director was right there, smiling and beckoning to the pale woman.

"I hope you have enjoyed the tour, Miss Phantom. It is coming to an end, but I thought you might like to see the patient I keep down here, my own personal project if you will. Its taking a lot of treatment to get her to behave, but with time, I think she will turn into the perfect little... Well, I'm sure you will understand when you see her. Please come along."

Phantom walked up to a window and blinked a few times. In the chamber was a woman so heavily encased in rubber and latex, she could not even twitch. Phantoms eyes darted all over the form, her cheeks blushing slightly with excitement. Every inch of the woman was encased, the layers of rubber so tight they looked vacuumed on. Stout straps held her to an upright table, while two nurses worked in the room, adjusting various pieces of equipment. And those Nurses! Clad in gleaming white, skintight latex, with only their eyes free of the tight material. Phantom couldn't help but stare, their forms so curvy and delectable. She could see the outline of the absolutely massive ballgags in the nurses mouths, and the latex between their legs did nothing to hide the other inserts. She was both enticed, yet shocked to see staff treated this way!

"Girls, please remove the patients head encasement. I would like our guest to see her" The director all but purred into a mic outside the window. "You are surprised by the nurse’s garb? Those two are from the previous administration. They were rather... reluctant to accept the changeover, so we found a special job for them here, looking after this patient. They are very highly paid but ahh... They don't get much time to spend it, they spend every hour of every day here in the asylum, on a shift change with two other nurses." The director stepped quietly back as Phantom moved closer to the glass, eager to see who was inside that delicious encasement.

It took some time to free the poor things head. The outer hood was pulled off to reveal tape, lots and lots of tape, which when unwound... Revealed another hood! When this was yanked off, Phantom couldn’t help but chuckle, another hood beneath it, with a panel snapped over the mouth and a blindfold over the eyes. These were removed... And Phantom paused. The gag was enormous of course, but the eyes beneath the blindfold were so familiar.

And then they removed the hood, and Phantoms eyes widened in horror, recognising the previous director, the one Phantom had lobbied heavily. She remembered the tattoo she had seen earlier, and realised that was from one of the former nurses... The previous staff were all captive or enslaved! And the reason the new nurses looked familiar... It finally ticked, they had been the previous patients!

Phantom stepped back in alarm, only to her arm grabbed and twisted, forced to lean forwards. Her mouth opened wide to cry out, only to get stuffed with a rubber bulb, which was rapidly inflated! At the same time, another pair of hands forced mitts over her hands, which were rapidly inflated to turn her hands into two useless little balls!

"The previous administration was… reluctant to move aside when we were freed and told to take over by the mayor. Thankfully, the mayor gave us permission to well, do as we wish with them should they resist. Which is why the ones who knows what happened are now slaves, and those that didn't but still work here are slowly but surely been dealt with."

Phantom fought like a wildcat, but more and more Nurses seemed to be coming from the shadows, the former inmates taking great pleasure in subduing the struggling CEO. B the time they stepped back... There wasn't much left to identify the poor CEO.

Lying on the floor was a tightly wrapped mummy. Pumps emerged from her the tape over her mouth, and two more between her legs. The cocoon constantly wriggled, Phantom fighting the tape as much as she could, but there were so many layers, so tightly pulled around her... She wasn't making any headway! And worse, the more she struggled, the more they inflated those pumps, filling her mouth, her sex, her rear all the more!

"You, Miss Phantom, are dangerous. The Mayor wants you dealt with quietly, which is why this private tour is off the books. Do not worry, your incarceration will not be permanent. You will be properly trained until you are a loyal slave, a puppet, to the Mayors wishes. And with that, Mirage will become a very useful company to us indeed." As the director spoke, Phantom only struggled more, despite her forced silence "Ah, but you are so full of fire. But do not worry, that will be dealt with. Girls? Give her the first dose of her medicine.

Phantom felt something pressed to her face, a pleasant smell filling her nose as she was forced to breath the gas in. She had expected something to knock her out, yet she didn't feel woozy. Her head started to feel strange though, her eyes starting to glaze over. What... was... happening...? Her body began to feel good... Really good… The tight tape squeezing her, making her feel warm, wonderful... By the time the mask was removed from her face, she was completely docile, and did not resist as she was carried away to be processed.

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Phantom slowly awoke. Or at least, she thought she was waking up. it was hard to tell, her mind felt so... so... dull. She tried to remember what she had been doing, but she just couldn't focus. She took a deep breath of the rubber scented air she was for to breath in and tried to take stock of her situation. Again. As she had many times over the past... However long she had been here.

She was... sitting? In a chair... A stout, heavy chair bolted to the floor of the small room. There was a window in front of her, a window she could see people observing her through. People in doctors coats, and others in normal every day clothes. They seemed to be ogling her body. But try as she might, she couldn't look down to see what they were looking at, something tight around her neck forcing her to keep her chin up.

She tried to speak, but only a faint, cute little "mmmmph" escaped her mouth, her brain finally registering that her mouth was full. Very full. A large ball kept her jaw stretched wide open, and she felt something stick over her lips. What was it called again... Tape..? Her entire head was squeezed by a hood, her green eyes the only part open to the air. Around her mouth and nose was some kind of mask, a hose extending from it below her chair into something she couldn't see behind the chair.

As her brain tried to switch on, she became aware her entire body was been squeezed tight, just like her head, and in this state, she had no reason to believe that was a bad thing. It was tight, it was rubbery and it was glorious! Every little movement she tried to make felt wonderful against her warm, very sensitive body. More sensitive than usual... Or was she imagining that..? She couldn't move her arms or legs, feeling pressure around her wrists, her forearm just below the elbow, and around her bicep, pinning her upper arm in place as well, her arms forced to stay at a 90 degree angle at all times. Her fingers where in fists, and try as she might, she just couldn't unclench them, feeling something tight around them preventing her fingers from straightening out.

Her legs were in a similar situation, the feel of pressure around her ankles, the top of her calf below the knee, and over her thighs, separate straps for each. She felt them voer her body as well, above, below and in between her breasts, squeezing them and forcing them to thrust out more. Another strap was around her waist tightly, and two more around the top of her hips, descending between the top of her legs and wrapping under her crotch.

She finally became aware, and the part of her brains till functioning wondering how it had taken so long to notice, of the rather full feeling between her legs. More accurately, she became aware that she felt like she had something monstrous inside her, stretching her poor sex as wide as it would go! And yet... And yet... Both it and the far too tight breasts straps felt good to Phantom. Really, really good. Everything felt good, relaxing, reminding her that she was safe and sound and not needing to struggle at all.

She became aware, vaguely of voices, from the other side of the window. One of the doctors answering questions.

"Yes, this is one of our high security inmates. As you can see, we keep her hooded to preserve her identity. She is a very dangerous woman, with lots of enemies who would see her disposed of, and allies who would run amok in here trying to free her. As such, she is kept anonymous at all times, and only the highest levels of the facility know who she is."

"The mask? It lets us control her airflow, deliver medication and nutrients, all in gas form. If she gets worked up, we simply lower the airflow until she calms, and at all times she is breathing in her special medicine, which we have dubbed S-gas."

"S-gas? It is a special form of medication we managed to develop, perfect for villains like this who rely upon their intellect and mind to do so much wrong. While breathing it in, it dulls the wits, and encourages an almost submissive behavior. We have found that with this patient in particular, it is incredibly effective, just look how docile she is, which helps with her treatments to get her ready to re-enter society."

"Yes, there are some side effects. The gas has a rather potent aphrodisiac effect on the body. it doesn't make them into a raging nymphomaniac or anything like that, it simply makes them feel good. Very, very good. This plays into perhaps the rather more drastic side effect however. It causes the mind to begin to associate pleasure with whatever it happening at the time, and in the long term can cause the body to permanently change, to require specific things to ever reach climax. In the case of this subject, we believe that if this occurs, she will end up requiring lots of latex, and potentially bondage, to achieve the pleasure high that will bring her to climax in future. While this seems extreme, given how the fetish world has expanded immensely over the last few years, this is no great hurdle, and should be easy for her to indulge herself once released, should addiction occur."

"No, she is not kept in this chair at all times. Depending on the day, she will be in a variety of rooms. Yesterday, she spent several hours in the workout room, supervised of course, bound to a variety of exercise equipment so that she can stay fit. We have not yet moved her into group therapy however, out of concerns for her safety. However, it is still important for her to have some social interaction, thus why she is part of the tour. She is able to see you all right now, but do not be alarmed. Her mind is too dulled for her to register faces or identities."

"Her sleeping arrangements? I'm glad you asked! She is kept in what we call an isolation chamber at night. She is placed in the tube, wrapped in several layers of a special tape for warmth and security, then the machine raises a special ring from floor to ceiling. This ring stretches a special form of sticky, incredibly strong latex over her form, encasing her in a seamless, inescapable cocoon. The chamber is then closed, and lowered into the floor, risen into the ceiling, or into the wall, depending on location and the type of chamber in use. tonight, I believe, she will be in a wall chamber, but we mix it up regular, just in case of a break in. If the patients have set beds, then it’s easier for them to find her."

The voices began to fade as the tour moved on, leaving Phantom on her lonesome again "Now if you'll look through this window, you'll see the once legendary heroine Pulse. We have to keep her encased in rubber at all times due to her powers and if you observe she seems to be in a state of bliss..." where the last words Phantom heard before they faded altogether.

A sudden beep filled the room, and a quiet, automated voice filled the room. "Tour has passed, resuming treatment."

Phantom sat confused for a moment, then let out a dull moan, the huge toy filling her, and what felt like cups over her breasts, begin to slowly vibrate, ramping up rapidly in speed. The lighting in the room shifted, and the window became a mirror, letting the poor inmate see herself. Or what she could only guess was herself.

Gleaming back rubber from head to toe, no openings bar for her eyes. The tight mask locked over her face, the myriad straps pinning her in place. Her hands reduced to simple, useless balls. Her breasts appeared larger than the dull minded CEO was used to, her mind eventually managing to link the vibrating, massaging torment of her extra sensitive orbs to the increased size, some kind of padded cups inside.

Something told Phantom she should be fighting, should be outraged... But she just couldn't care. Everything felt so good, giving in, submitting to the bondage just felt right. Why should she want it to end? Perhaps... Just maybe... She should give in and be a good little submissive...

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Phantom walked into the room. Her tight hood squeezed her head as always, her eyes glazed, submissive, obedient. The director glanced up and smiled, seeing her favourite pet again. Taking in Phantoms form, she couldn't help but lick her lips. Still dressed in that tight rubber suit, still stuffed nice and full in both mouth and sex, and now bound in a custom-made straitjacket. The Mayor had contacted her the previous week to say that she no longer needed Phantom, that the other CEO at Mirage, Aria, had proven quite... Susceptible to the persuasion the Mayor had been using. The director had heard a very lewd moan in the background at that point, and just chuckled.

That had left her having to decide what to do with the former CEO in front of her. Thus, the jacket had been commissioned, and Phantom garbed in it. The jacket had straps, but no buckles, instead they had been pulled as tight as possible, then secured with glue and stitching. The jacket could not be undone, even loosened, by the time they were finished. After all, Phantom had no need of her arms anymore, as a submissive slave.

The patient turned slave walked over to the directors side and knelt down like the good toy she had become. She did not resist as the ball was removed from her mouth, leaving just a wide ring. Like the straitjacket, this ring has been secured in place and no longer could be removed short of cutting it out. The director turned her chair, parted her legs, and curled a finger... And the good slave leaned in and got to work.

"Tasty... Must lick... Must please... I'm a good girl, a good slut. maybe if I do a good job I can get some more yummy gas, some more pleasure... I need to be good... Just obey as always..." these thoughts ran through Phantoms head constantly, eager to please, desperate for more gas, for more rewards.

She was a good girl, a good slave. Nothing else mattered.