"You get to choose your gag." The two Reverends stared gleefully at their acquisition, but through their heavy masks, their cold words were muffled.

"Choose. Now." It was impossible to gauge the captors' impatience. To read body language, one needed to be able to see the body - and the two captors were completely alien in their appearance. Glossy beige latex, thigh-high boots, wicked metallic heels... and that was just their bottom half.

Miranda Ashcroft tried to raise her head again, but was stopped before she could gaze upon their "faces". A thick, gloved hand clutched her hair tightly.

"You will have many years to stare at us," the voice said again. "Choose your gag."

Miranda shifted. Squeaks of rubber on rubber echoed throughout the small room as she tried to move. Not unlike her captors, Miranda was quite thoroughly enclosed in blissful, unrelenting latex. It was far tighter, however; it was polished to a glossy shine around every curve. The restriction grew on her by the moment. It truly felt as though it were still shrinking and tightening.

"That one." Miranda nodded and cast a glance at a large plug-gag.

The two Reverends bent far down to pick the item up from the tableau. The plug fit into their captive's mouth without any resistance; Miranda knew better than to resist at this critical moment. Chanting filled the room and prayers were exchanged.

Six straps ensnared Miranda's head. The first two ran from the edges of the panel-gag to the back of her head, meeting in a thick buckle. Another two ran along the same lines, but behind her ears instead. A final strap ran from the top of her head to her chin, ensuring a completely secure fit. It was inescapable; Miranda tested it, shaking her head back and forth. She shook wildly, pressing her tongue against the plug to try and eject it. She could hear snickering come from the rubber cultists.

"It fits her well, Sister," said one Reverend.

"Yes, it does. Variety is the spice of life."

"We will change it out, one day."

'Yes. But not today. She is ready."

Miranda's display was cruel, but not unusual for the Reverend cult. She was forced to her knees, first; this much she did willingly. The thick latex possessed gel-like pads at key areas to make her bondage more permanent; the gel quickly adhered to her display plinth, melting the latex to the display. She was trapped in a kneeling position; her butt rested on the back of her calves.

She squirmed again. This wasn't happening! The thick latex was still shrinking, growing more and more secure - and more rigid. At this rate, it would be almost solid in a few hours. It was impossible to predict how long she was going to be here... but her captors were discussing it as though she were in for the long haul!

Both her arms were strapped behind her back in an armbinder. It was a cruel device; leather-padded with innumerable steel buckles. The straps went around her stomach quite nicely, criss-crossing over her massive breasts to accentuate her curved features. The straps bit evilly into her flesh. Her elbows and fingers touched as the armbinder sheath was laced up.

Lacing was the least of her concerns. With a tiny electro-tool, Miranda felt intense heat growing at certain spots of her body; her wrists, her elbows, her knees and arms... in fact, everywhere the metal buckles had been seen. This included the huge plug-gag on her head.

It wasn't until she finally saw the latex face of her captors that she realized the true purpose of the heat; the locks had been welded shut! She was trapped for good this time; she struggled as hard as she could, but the heat was already settling, locking herself in, gluing her latex catsuit together even as it shrunk. She quickly moaned into the massive phallic gag between her lips; the Reverend cultists took their sweet time in soldering the buckles into one solid, unbreakable mass.

As they began to leave, they wheeled in her lover - he was bound in the same way, mouth also plugged up and ready for use. She moaned, tragically staring into his eyes as they soldered him into place. He must have been only a few inches away; but with her arms and legs permanently bound in a latex prison, she was utterly powerless to touch him. She felt her body ache, desperate for his touch. He responded in kind.

"Display units 44 and 45, we will add one glass bead to your display for every day you are with us. Worry not, we will see you tomorrow. In the morning, you go on display."

Soon, the room was overflowing with beads.