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Phantom stirred... Her breathing was shallow, as if air was hard to draw in. A low groan, so low to be completely inaudible, soon escapes her well packed mouth, her eyes fluttering as she slowly comes ou of her enforced slumber. Many things quickly became apparent. Most vexing was the incredible tightness squeezing her entire body from the neck down, preventing her from even twitching. She couldn't even look down to try and see what was holding her so tightly.

Not that she could make out many details anyway. Her head appeared to be in a very small, square walled chamber. She could see straight ahead, at what appeared to be a screen, while a dim light from above allowed her to at least see some detail. But her peripheral version was completely shot, a gasmask with round, small lenses limited her field of vision to directly ahead, and little else. Shutting her eyes again, she tried to take more stock of her situation... Her ears felt full, blocked, while the tightness around her body and head suggested lots of latex was involved. Her hands were flat, but squeezed to tightly to her body to even twitch. A small mm went completely unheard as more and more sensations became apparent to her, such as the intense feeling of fullness in both her lower holes. She felt full to bursting, and the intense tightness of her prison only made them feel larger!

Phantom remained calm, and a little light headed, her encasement so tight, so heavy, that deep breaths were simply impossible. The way it felt around her waist as well suggested there might be a corset hidden somewhere in whatever rigid, solid material was holding her in this tiny space. She took her time, trying to work through the facts. She was hopelessly trapped, that much was obvious, she wasn't going to struggle her way out of this. Similarly, communication was out, unable to hear, or speak, and with only her eyes visible, she couldn't even try and show emotion through expressions.

Now who was it this time... The latex made her think of Aria, but she was off on an enforced holiday at a bondage resort, as ordered by Phantom herself, with daily updates to make sure the naughty woman actually was still there and utterly stuck. Just for that of course, clearly it had nothing to do with phantom enjoying the very descriptive updates on whatever bondage the poor girl was enduring that day, often with videos or pictures to accompany it.

So... Not Aria. She doubted it was the board at Mirage again, they had learned their lesson in that regard. Doctor Adra seemed content with the amount of funding she was getting, and her business rivals had being suitably quiet for some time. No, whoever had pulled off this CEO heist was someone new, someone skilled. But what was most concerning of all... This situation was becoming increasingly familiar to the captive. Aside from the fact that an increasingly large part of her was actually enjoying the oh so intense tightness, she was positive she had fantasised about exactly this before... But she had never told anyone. How did they know..?

As she thought that, the screen in front of her switched on, just as she had expected. There she was on the screen working at her desk. Watching intently, her eyes widened a little as what looked like some kind of portal, a rift perhaps, opened behind her, and a figure stepped out. She was clad head to toe in black leather, only her green eyes showing, though a different green than Arias, with a purple leather and net body suit, stockings and gloves on over it.

The figure moved fast, faster than Phantom, who was completely unprepared for the magical entrance. to resist, a needle against her neck, and soon lost into darkness. The figure straightened up and nodded, pulling Phantom back through the rift to somewhere else. At this point, the video faded to black, and Phantom was left all alone again.

All alone, except for a sudden, light, throb from the plug in her rear. It was slow, rhythmical and constant, a slight throb. Not sore, almost please, especially when combined with just how isolated she was. It was nice to feel something other than the intense tightness!

Time passes slowly... Or did it? The throbbing filled Phantoms completely still, dim, quiet world, the only thing for her to focus on. Eventually she started to time how long it was between throbs... 2.5 seconds, and tried to use them to keep track of time but her mind struggled to cope before too long. Then finally the screen turned back on, Phantoms eyes snapping back into focus, staring at it intently, desperate for something to watch.

She saw her own naked form, lying on the floor. As the camera became more into focus, she realised she wasn't quite as naked as she thought, seeing pads on her breasts, her thighs, her sex and presumably her rear going by some of the wires. That was concerning, as was the thick rubber suit that soon was on screen, carried about her leather clad captor. Phantom watched as the woman fitted the suit around her naked form, covering the pads. Going by the lack of zips or openings between the legs, the suit had those enormous, filling toys stretching her poor holes so wide built in... A throb from the plug in her rear distracting her for a moment.

It was rather surreal, watching her own bondage like this, her own imprisonment. As she watched, the mysterious captor wrapped a corset around poor Phantoms waist, yanking the laces tighter and tighter, crushingly so, until Phantom had a perfect hourglass figure, the rubber suit only accentuating her curves. Then her mouth was opened wide, and a deflated ball place inside. As she watched, the figure attached some kind of canister to the ball, then paused and moved aside, letting Phantom see what exactly was been used on her mouth. A can of Mirage corp certified rubber cement, the premium stuff that took diamond saws to cut. She couldn't help but wince as she watched her own gag grow, feeling the huge mass in her mouth, even as she watched its past self grow and grow, until ti as bulging out of her mouth.

A thick hood followed that, with only the eye holes she was even now looking through, while the gasmask went over that. Except it wasn't strapped on, but glued! Despite everything, Phantom saw the logic of that, creating a perfect, airtight seal. Mitts encased her latex clad hands, and then straps. Lots and lots of straps, wide straps at that, 2 inch at least, pinning her legs together, her arms to her sides. By the time the figure was finished binding the rubber encased form, she was nearly mummified in the tight leather! She could almost imagine the creaking they would be making with every little movement, her pale cheeks flushing red, a low moan escaping her incredibly full mouth. She couldn't believe it... She was watching her own entombment, and getting off on it!

What followed next was a leather sleepsack of absolutely exquisite design. Slipping Phantom inside it, the heavy duty zip was drawn up, pulling the material snugly around the unconscious form. Hardly enough however, the sack also had laces, with leather layered over the zip. With every tug, the laces drew tighter, the edges of the outer layer drawing closer and closer together, until the edges met perfectly, hiding the fact the zip even existed. Phantom couldn't help but purr as she looked at it, the perfect Xs of the lacing running down the front, the leather so taught the figure inside didn't stand a chance of ever wriggling loose.

She could only watch as the figure only continued. Some kind of thick, loose, rubber bag was drawn up Phantoms form, straps built into it all along its length. Even as she watched, her eyes widened in horr as she figured out just what was squeezing her so crushingly tight at last. She watched as her captor attached another canister of the rubber cement to a nozzle on the sack, which began to fill! Canister, after canister, after canister was used, the normally inflated sack filling instead with the incredibly strong material, the built in straps helping to turn Phantoms cocooned form into something akin to a caterpillar. By the time it was completely full, the rubber was completely smooth, taut, if anything overfilled.

This proved altogether too much, Phantoms body giving in to a growing desire, the climax exploding out of her with almost mind shattering force. With her body so immobile, so incapable of expending energy, the orgasm only got more and more intense...!

Eventually, she recovered, breathing as heavily as she could, groaning weakly. Her eyes slowly came back into focus, staring at the screen. In the time she was preoccupied, her captor had positioned the heavy cocoon in a frame. It was split into two sections, the top, where her head was now, complete with the tall collar holding her head completely still, and the rest below, held by chains attached to the many straps of the cocoon keeping her in place. As she watched, the narrow frame slowly began filling with what appeared to be expanding foam. Fuller and fuller, expanding and molding around the solid rubber cocoon, until the lower segment of the frame was just a smooth, yellow-white block. The figure moved around, checking it from all angles, before placing five panels around Phantoms head. Three at the sides and behind her head, a larger one on top, and the one with the screen she was even now staring at in the front. These all bolted together, lined with a rubber seal to ensure it was completely airtight, only a small hole, through which her a hose attached to her gasmask was connected, remained of the heavily encased woman.

The camera perspective switched at this point, to an overhead view, the frame began to lower into a square shaped hole in the ground, a very snug fit indeed. Lower, and lower, and lower. By the time it was finished, Phantom figured she must be at least 6 feet under, maybe more. She knew what was coming next, and watched as the woman disconnected the winch from the frame, and began to fill the pit with cement. Bit by bit, little by little, the hole vanished. Soon enough it was completely full, with tools used to smooth the top.

The footage sped up at this point, showing the figure zipping about, checking the cement every so often, until finally it slowed again. The figure was standing on top of the square patch, showing it to be completely set, completely solid. Seemingly unsatisfied however, she began to sweep dirt and dust, carefully using coloured waters, until finally the square patch vanished, blending with the rest of the floor completely. As if it had never existed. Phantom wasn't sure what her air hose was connected to in the pit, where she was drawing the little air she could suck into her lungs from, but it was her lifeline at this point.

The screen turned off again, for a time, leaving poor Phantom all alone... Except this time she was accompanied by both the throbbing in her ass, and random shocks against her breasts, her buttocks, her thighs and her sex. They didn't hurt, but the suddenness of them draw silent gasps, little yelps from the helpless woman. She just had to endure... Just had to resist the urge to panic, or worse, to give in to her encasement. But damn... It felt so good...

And then the footage returned, showing the room again. The leather clad woman walked into frame and looked directly at the camera, before she started to work her hood off. Phantoms eyes widened in horror at what she saw when that hood was pulled aside. She watched what looked like a carbon copy of herself shake her hair out and stretched,before looking at the camera again, winking and blowing a kiss, leaving the poor trapped woman lost, confused, her mind racing. A clone? A robot? Plastic surgery? Who was this woman? Why did she look just like Phantom..?

Her mind racing, Phantom was completely unprepared for the giant plugs inside her suddenly bursting to life. While the one in her rear continued to throb, both it and the one in her sex began to vibrate and hum away powerfully, filling her with what could only be called ecstasy. it felt so damn good! With her mind in this addled state, confused by the revelations, forced to endure her own fantasy, she was completely unable to resist the growing desire, and exploded into climax once again.

And they didn't stop! An orgasm would barely have time to finish before the next burst out of her, endless waves of pleasure, of sheer wonderfulness assaulting her mind and immobile body. That woman somehow knew Phantoms own dark fantasies, the ones she told no one. She looked exactly the same, moved in the same manner, had the same body, and knew of this fantasy... How..?

The thoughts didn't last long however, orgasm after orgasm numbing her mind, making it harder to focus, her eyes glazing inside the mask. She didn't notice the air grow thicker as nutrients were pumped in with the air, keeping her sustained. The dim light that had filled the tiny space her head was in soon faded, the battery powering the light dying out, isolating the woman even further, and only making the vibrators feel even more intense. Her mind subdued, her body helplessly encased, all Phantom could do was cum again and again, unable to even hope for rescue.

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The secretary frowned a bit as she took her boss a cup of tea. It was her boss of course, she looked the same, talked the same, bound people the same and had the same mannerisms. Yet... Something had felt off for a few days now, something just seemed ever so slightly different about her bosses behavior compared to before. She seemed to not know as many names of the employees as before, and had forgotten how to use some of their technology, though she was relearning fast. It was bizarre! Still, the woman was only a temp while Aria was off on her forced break. Maybe this wasn't so unusual, and Aria just never mentioned it to others. Who knew!

Once she had gone, Fantom picked up the cup and sipped it gently, reading some reports, including the latest footage of Arias holiday, the poor woman encased in a curious leather bondage contraption. head to toe leather, the arms folded back into a u-shape, the legs forced to keel, the head held tight in an isolation hood. It was all one piece, with a two way zip on the back, and it looked gloriously tight. Every little creak of the tight material sending shivers down Fantoms spine.

Yes, that rift she had found that had led her to this strange realm was definitely a blessing. She could easily hide out here, no one had a clue she wasn't this Phantom person who looked exactly like herself. All it took was learning how to use the strange technology of this world, remembering the employees names and acting normal. Who would have thought she'd walk right into a realm with a near perfect carbon copy of herself? It was the perfect hiding place! She'd not be going back to the Devils Gullet anytime soon, that was for sure.

Sitting back, she sipped the tea some more and made a face. She knew the girl was a temp, there to cover for this Aria person that she recieved daily updates about, but that was no excuse for making bad tea. Perhaps she'd have to discipline the girl... Yes, she was sure that's what Phantom would do. Putting the cup down, she pressed a button on her desk to summon the soon to be unlucky secretary. Yes... This was the perfect hideout, and today promised to be a good day!