The scent of jasmine was heavy in the air. Incense spouted from a censer hanging from the ceiling, misty grey gouts that slowly and languidly trickled throughout the room. It pervaded into the walls and the carpets, the clothes, and even the minds of those present.

Humans – specifically humans of this era- had the inexplicable need and urge to have meetings in the most uncomfortable areas and locales. She found this quite curious; after all, if a meeting – say, a business meeting – was to be productive, everyone needed to be comfortable and in control of their own surroundings. Patrons needed to be able to say what they meant without feeling intimidated.

That is, without feeling intimidated all the time.

Phantom had held a meeting for the various officers, administrators, and managers (one might use a less-attractive word like 'henchmen') for her company, MIRAGECorp. This time, she had rented out an exotic locale; a bar, restaurant, and club what was steeped in Eastern sights, sounds, and smells.

She was the last one now; having dismissed the rest of the staff to go about their business. She sat, alone – but not entirely lonely – with her booted legs resting on the top of the meeting table. It gave her a haughty and proud appearance; her black-and-white business suit clashed with the earthy browns of the room.

A band playing a few rooms away started a new song, and she hummed slightly to the sitar's strumming. Rubbing one hand over the fine, polished wood of the table, she suddenly dropped, planting her heels firmly on the floor. Phantom had been enjoying her languid alone time, but she had a brief call to make.

She put her briefcase on the table and flipped it open. The holographic image of Dr. Paul Mauser sprung to life in front of her.

Jumping right to the point, she fabricated a stretch and a yawn, her body squeaking slightly as she stared at the hologram. "Happy Valentine's Day, Mauser. I would not suppose you have received my gift?" She licked her lips expectantly. "Hisa should be bringing it in any moment."

Mauser turned from his desk to stare at Phantom. "That was yours? What an honor." He said as he shifted in his seat. "I was about to start working on that chrono-displacement device you kept telling me about, but I can just never find the time."

The holograph shifted, revealing Mauser's room – and a new addition.

Central on the wall was a three-dimensional painting. Colossal in size, it was at least nine feet on each side- plus another foot for an exotic gilded frame.

The entire 'painting' of sorts was an impressive affair; three-dimensional, it seemed more like a sculpture in nature. The whole thing was black with a few tiny exceptions, and it had an oily-slick sheen that made it glisten in the subtle, warm light.

The 'portrait' itself seemed to be of a couple – one man, and one woman – in a deep and loving embrace. The pair was tight against each other; the man, slightly shorter than the woman, had both his arms around her and his head practically resting on her chest. Their legs trailed down a bit, the man with his wrapped around hers, half-entwined in what seemed to be a very languid and relaxed embrace.

The shiny, almost oily sheen definitely made the object stand out. No amount of polished stone could be that reflective – and it certainly seemed too soft, too organic to be metal.

Mauser stared at it and chuckled. The portrait squeaked slightly, and ever-so-gently moved.


***


Phantom opened the door to her spacious office as she welcomed Sammy in with all the cool grace of a spider asking a fly into its web. The chill of the room made Sammy shiver involuntarily as she took a seat across from a small end table.

"You know, Sammy, I know that we occasionally have our differences," Phantom started.  "But really, the both of us should be as peas in a pod. We are just so alike; it really is silly that we always fight, no?"

Sammy shrugged, removing her hat to expose her red hair. "Silly? Y'know, I think you might have a point there, Phantom. I mean, last week, when you brought in that escape artist and the two of you switched places – it was hilarious."

The redheaded girl smiled. "I simply couldn't stop laughing, no matter how I tried… "She licked her lips and leaned in closer. "You were just so funny."

Words stung the pale face of Phantom like icy wind. She gritted her teeth and her façade slipped, a frown piercing her sharp features for a half-second before she adopted a thinly veiled veneer or pleasance.

"Eh heh. What a time it was, Sammy. In addition, to that end… I thought it would be… most friendly to offer you a toast."

"A toast?" Sammy cocked her head in amusement.

Phantom produced a bottle of champagne and a pair of glasses. "A toast… to you. To you and your boyfr-"

"My pet."

"To your pet, your boy-toy, your slave, whatever you call it – to you and Tom." The words were rushed as Phantom poured the fizzing ambrosia into a pair of champagne flutes. She licked her lips expectantly, passing one to Sammy.

"What did you put in this, Phantom?" Sammy said with a half-serious chortle.

"Nothing at all, my dear Sammy," Phantom said as she clicked her flute against that of her 'friend' and downed it in a few dainty sips.

Sammy reciprocated by drinking hers; and her response was quite unlike Phantom's. In a few seconds, she felt her entire body stiffening as she gasped for air.


When Sammy came to, she found that her scenery had drastically and abruptly changed. No comfortable office filled her view; rather, she was tightly strapped to a metal gurney, her arms and legs held fast by several leather straps.

Now in the nude, she reflexively tested her bonds as she shivered; serving only to rattle the gurney and make it slide.

The sterile white of the room made Sammy all but squint her eyes; it just seemed so bright and she found her entire body was still extremely stiff. She was highly uncomfortable. With a mewling, she tried to speak; however, her jaw – while not sore – was similarly resistant to movement, and she could sparsely get out a few half-muffled curse words.

"Not to worry," said a voice over a loudspeaker. "The stiffness only lasts… a few days , or so. Sometimes longer. Oh, and I always prefer my subjects to be awake." The voice was muffled and the sound quality degraded, but Sammy could all but certainly tell that Phantom was taunting her.

A door that had previously gone unseen opened, and several contrasting images now added more starkness to the white of the room. Two men and two women entered the room – all of them in exotic black uniforms. Each of them wore a skintight black undersuit; the men wore further doctor's scrubs over that, and the women wore stereotypical white nurses's outfits. It was sickeningly clichéd; Sammy was certain that she had seen such outfits a dozen times before in the offices of MirageCorp – maybe even elsewhere. How boring.

However, one more female entered, practically sterile in appearance. With a dark, black catsuit covering from her neck to her boots, a thick white overcoat that held tight to the curvature of her shapely rear and chest, and a thick, black rubber gas mask that covered up her face, hiding her features with the almost skintight black sheen and her eyes with tinted red lenses, giving her a near-demonic look.

Sammy sighed.

Seen it, she mumbled with disdain.

The comment, though all but inaudible, sent the last nurse into a fury. When the head nurse spoke, her words turned into metallic clicks and garbled vocoder sounds – it left Sammy with a great degree of anticipation. No matter what she said, she had no idea what was coming – merely the knowledge that another step, another torment, was about to embrace her.

And so, the 'head nurse' simply chuckled and directed at first, preferring not to soil her hands on Sammy's prostrated form. The nurses get to work; grabbing and groping at their thighs, they slowly and gently began massaging her every exposed inch. Sammy, of course, more than wanted to respond with a moan or a scream – a yelp or something to explain her disdain – but the sudden feeling of warm, rubber-covered hands made her mind drift elsewhere.

The touching and sensations were lovely, and their hands were a warm and comforting touch after the cold room. She could feel her slit growing moist as they gently massaged her breasts, and she moaned with the feeling of the rubbery gloves gently teased at her nipples.

Her lovely massage was interrupted by the chill of lubrication. Try as she might to crane her head to see, her numb legs were being spread… and something was being inserted, slowly but firmly. Within a few second, a large rubber bladder was intruding in her slit – as was a hollowed rubber plug. She wriggled her toes in a mix of ecstasy and frustration as she felt a large leather-lined metallic belt clasped around her waist – and worse yet, her groin. There was no visible lock – it responded only to the voiceprint of a certain Phantom – though the nurses knew it was irrelevant, as the chastity belt would not be removed anytime soon regardless.

Sammy squirmed as the feeling started to return to her body. There were tiny buds that gently tickled and teased at her nub, and it was absolutely impossible to get them to grant enough pleasure for orgasmic release.

The nurses lurched her up and began dressing her – not in a patient's gown but in bright white latex. Both of her legs were covered in a thigh-high boots, each of which complemented her thighs nicely with the occasional strap to keep them locked in place, running flush against her newfound chastity belt. A pair of elbow-length gloves and a white leotard ground the belt into her groin slightly.

One of the doctors began examining her mostly-covered body, talking mostly to himself. "Subject in good condition… nominally healthy… still disobedient… pupils not dilated…"

She moaned and tried to knee him.

"Very disobedient… internal stasis is nearly complete."

The masked nurse began speaking through her vocoder again. "Yes indeed. That drink that we shared earlier, Sammy… a special reagent designed to act with your own body. It will freeze up your digestive system and coat your stomach with plenty of nutrients... free of disease and in perfect condition."

"Oh, but I'm afraid there is a downside-  first of all, it's nearly impossible to remove, so I think you will be stuck like that for quite some time. And it might leave you a bit stiff. And we need to keep you sealed up airtight." The nurse cackled to herself. "And it might lead to an increase in sexual drive."

She threw her gas mask to the ground, revealing – who else- but the pale face of Phantom.

"Silly little girl. Oh, and by the way?" Phantom said as she clutched Sammy's chin in her gloved hand.

"That wine came in a cardboard box."

Phantom cackled as she strutted around the room, Sammy's rage welling by the second – as did her arousal. Her captors finally added the  rest of her getup – a second layer of thick, black-and-red rubber. They sprayed her body from the neck down with a few aerosol cans as they rapidly forced her into the suit.

It, of course, fitted her nicely. She felt the thick interal ribbing compressing her stomach, and felt her breasts gently caressed by the straps. It was perfectly form-fitting, and, true to purpose, felt all but inescapable. The aerosol, she surmised, was glue; she could already feel the suit adhering and losing any and all give. She was quite lucky it was a perfect fit; it felt as though she had a second (or third) skin.

In a similar vein, her movement was all but gone; the legs were separate, but they were essentially one unit thanks to the knee-length red hobbleskirt. The arms were almost impossible to bend, and the crotch was just tight enough to keep her chastity belt on and teasing her.

The nurses wheeled in another patient, dressed oh-so-similarly – and, despite the heavy-looking hood, Sammy could assume from the size and occasional 'mmph' that it was her slave Tom – who, she had no doubt, was much easier to capture and dress.

"Sammy, my dear, this has been too much fun. But we really cannot go on like this. Is there really room for both of us?" Phantom said as she strutted around the room.

"Frankly, I think not. Not your fault; but I think your talents would be suited elsewhere. What about another evil organization?" She said as she stroked Sammy's lips with her finger.

"What about a different  career path? Ever consider human statue?"

Phantom thought she had said something incredibly witty as she laughed to herself. Sammy struggled to respond, but her barely-responsive jaw opened only enough for a pump-gag's bladder to be inserted and filled with warm wax – creating a thick and form-fitting gag.

As the nurses detatched the hose that had filled the gag with the wax and wheeled it away, Phantom herself added the final touch;  a hood, complete with nasal tubes, ear buds, and a thick, ribbed neckbrace.

With her target all but subdued, Phantom had the true intent of her 'work' brought in; a large, metallic frame, on which lay a thick latex sheet. With an almost artistic flair, Phantom liberally applied thin layers of glue to both of them, forcing the Mistress and her slave against each other.

Whatever Tom's thoughts and emotions were, they were obscured by the hood – but Phantom tried her best to make him comfortable. With a sadistic chortle, she wrapped his legs around Sammy's and gave him a comfortable rest, letting his head rest on Sammy's stately breasts.

With the two of them all but sealed together and their bodily fuctions taken care of, Phantom did what any good villainess would do – she put them on display. Tucking them between layers, she had her nurses lock the two of them in a solid and inescapable embrace inside the vacbed frame; immobile and aroused, but inches from release (without outside intervention.)

Phantom stared at her frame as it lay on the floor. The two of them wriggled almost imperceptibly. With silver marker, she drew on the smooth 'faces' of the two figures glued and sealed in the 'sculpture' – a dashing pencil moustache for Tom and a pair of lips for Sammy.

"Call a meeting. We need to discuss what to do with Sammy's disappearance," she said to her surrounding assistants.

"And find out how to ship this."

***

Phantom sipped a bottle of water as she stared at Mauser through the holograph.

"Phantom, you do realize that Valentine's Day was a week ago, yes? " Mauser said as he adjusted his sunglasses.

She sighed. Shipping took a bit longer than she had hoped.

"Oh, well. It is the thought that counts, after all, and I knew you would enjoy it. I missed your birthday last year, after all." She smiled; she could see Hisa through the holograph ogling the new 'sculpture'.
"What is it titled, Madam President?" Mauser asked half-jokingly.

"'The Lovers'. There is a bronzed Tarot card on the plaque beneath it explaining their significance."

Phantom reached into her briefcase and pulled out a tiny pair of leather cuffs in a casual manner most unbefitting of any CEO.

"Mauser, I know it was a little late, but one more thing…?" She smiled as she fingered the cuffs.

"For V-Day this year…. Be mine?"