Keira was stuck. She had no other way of describing it as she looked mournfully at Tammy, who was directly in front of her. Two days ago, she had broken into a weapons research lab to steal some data, and had learned about these new material fusion cannons that had been developed. She had also learned of the capture of Tammy, her fellow agent, and the attempted rescue had resulted in her capture as well.

Now standing breast to breast with Tammy, the two captured agents whimpered mournfully through black rubber ballgags strapped deep in their mouths. After being overcome by the security fusion cannons outside of the cell, security officers had arrived to deal with the spy. Some anti-fusion applier had unfused parts of her catsuit, allowing her arms to be pulled behind her and then fused once again, turning the arms of her catsuit into an effective armbinder which was then pinned against her back and connected in place. Who needs ropes and duct tape for prisoners when their own outfits can be used instead. She grumbled to herself.

Her verbal lashes as she struggled against the bulky officers had earned her a ballgag with a fusing strap, ensuring that she wasn’t getting it out without a knife to cut it off or one of those blasted anti-fusion guns some of the scientists carried, but that was one of the least of her worries. The security guards didn’t seem to want to deal with her until morning, so they opened up the cell, shoved Keira against Tammy breast to breast, and fused the two girls in place. It was humiliating, pinned to her fellow agent by their breasts and waist and it was straining to have to arch her back, but Keira wasn’t given a choice. For two days, they had been left together, unfused twice a day for food and bathroom breaks but a couple of hours ago, another scientist had entered with what seemed like PVC-like black tape and had wrapped up the two girls stomach to stomach to practically mummify them. The bands of tape had been fused together, encasing the women in a seamless mass of black tape that lowered their chances of escape from practically zero to absolutely impossible.

And that was where Tammy and Keira now found themselves. In their catsuits and tape, they had both begun to sweat from the heat building up below their necks. They had been unfused from the hand truck to be wrapped up in tape, and then fused back to it so they were still stuck in the middle of the cell as a single big package, but the deviation from normal routine was not a good sign. Keira suspected that they were going to be moved soon, since the tape encasement would prevent them from going to the bathroom anytime soon and her suspicions were soon confirmed when a man in a suit entered, flanked by several security goons. “Let’s get a move on, we’re on a schedule.” He said as he inspected the two women.

Two of the goons walked over to the hand truck and leaned it back on its wheels to move the girls out of the cell and through the facility. Stuck face to face with Tammy, Keira could only really see the men in her peripheral vision as they walked along, Eventually, they reached a shipping dock, where numerous metal hard shell cases were stacked in rows throughout the room. The two agents quickly realized that this must be the weapons shipment, headed to the enemy. And the fact that they were now there meant they too, were about to be shipped out.

Neither girl had been interrogated during their captivity in the research lab, so it looks like they were finally being sent to headquarters where the intelligence staff would conduct their own investigation instead of leaving it up to the researchers. This set off a fresh bout of squirming, but slaps from the security guards on their butts quickly put an end to that. A couple of the cases were open, revealing foam inserts where the cannons were carefully placed before they were closed and moved to be shipped. Turning her head as they came to a stop, Keira saw a larger case, probably for one of the big cannons that had been tested on Tammy, with a different shaped foam insert. This one was cylindrical from top to bottom, and with a start, she realized it would fit two girls stuck together quite nicely.

Despite knowing their final destination now, neither girl was in a position to prevent it in any way. Anti-fusion guns came out to unstick them from the hand truck, and bulky men easily picked up the two squirming girls as a single package and carried them over to the case before unceremoniously dropping them inside. There was some room for them to wiggle, but that was quickly taken away with fusion appliers to attach them to the sides and back of the foam, ensuring that they were well and truly stuck. A vent at the top was opened to give the captives an air supply, since dead agents were poor sources of intelligence, then the case was closed and locks snapped in place. Keira wasn’t sure if this encasement was more like an entombing for the two girls as she pressed her gagged mouth against Tammy’s as a form of encouragement.They were stuck, but they were stuck together and the only hope they had now was that they would get out of it without too much harm together. But as the case was picked up and moved towards the transport trucks, Keira could feel the doubt creeping in her heart. In so many ways, they were well and truly stuck.