Arka wasn't entirely sure how long she had been here, but she certainly didn't feel rushed. Every moment was one to be savored. The penthouse wasn't hers, and Arka was quite sure of that; its glass and steel furnishings were ultramodern, and not entirely to her sensibilities. She certainly didn't remember checking in.

Such things were immaterial considering the other inhabitant. Arka's mind shifted into focus; the woman across from her was the famous model Celine Delage, and that was enough. Arka blinked the sleep from her eyes; Celine, it seemed , had been prattling on about business, design, and architecture.

Dark lips curled into a smile; this woman seemed so comfortable, so pleased just to chat. Celine was incredibly buxom. Her long, blond hair poured down her back, over her blouse and almost to the thick belt around her waist. She definitely looked the pat of a vapid fashion model. Arka knew better; she wouldn't have been attracted otherwise.

"Miss Delage, are you still interested in viewing my designs?" Arka interrupted what was surely a fascinating tirade about contract law for public appearances. 

Celine's eyes grew wide, her mouth hanging open in  dainty expression of surprise. She took her hand to her lower face to cover her emote. "Oh! Oh, oh, I do apologize, was I rambling, dear?"

"Not at all, Celine." Arka leaned forward, resting her head in her hands. She stared at Celine across the small coffee table. "I merely meant that we have a limited timeframe. I would hate for either of us to ramble our short occasion away.

Arka did not wait for confirmation. She was an expert in human psychology, and was already walking towards the closet. She brushed a lock of red hair away from her face as she opened the door reflexively. This must have been her hotel room, after all; her usual gear was here.

Celine said something polite. Arka grinned; people reacted to choice. The best way to get what you wanted was to make it appear that there was no choice at all.

"What were you saying,  Miss Delage?" Arka sat again in the lounge chair next to Celine, this time brandishing  a garment bag.

"Well, Arka, I merely meant to imply that you should send the designs to my assistants! They could make sure the measurements are correct, to ensure a full range of motion. I'm only trying to make your job easier!"

Arka unzipped the bag. She didn't address Celine's question. "Please, try this, first."

Celine laughed aloud, holding the garment in her hands. She ran the soft, silken fabric through her fingers. It seemed simple, stretchy, comfy... and tiny. Fabric yoga pants in miniature; the material had a softer feel and thicker build than spandex but it was revealing all the same.

"You my be skeptical. Please, try them on, first."

"Really, now Arka, this isn't the sort of haute couture I normally model. I thought you had something unique?"

Arka exhaled tersely through her nose. "Hmh. You certainly don't need to wear them. I can take my designs elsewhere." She shut her eyes and said nothing. When she opened them, Celine had complied. Obediently, she had donned the sleek, skintight bottom. It hugged her wide hips and thighs. Arka already saw Celine blushing at the egregious fit.

"Arka, it feels too tight!"

"As though it's about to burst? That it's practically crushing you?" Arka tilted her head.

"Yes, something like it!" 

"Good. Then it fits just fine." Arka stood up and walked towards the wardrobe. Celine sat in what Arka imagined to be stunned silence. She did look tasty like that. 

Arka brought the second item. Its gossamer threads were so soft and light - but the sweater was anything but that. Threaded and woven over and over and over by her fellow demons, the sweater Arka presented to Celine was fluffy and thick. 

Celine obediently donned the hyper-dense silk. The patterns occasionally caught the indoor light, giving it a sort of shine. Arka strode behind Celine to make sure it was properly worn. Creamy-white and feathery, the sweater lacked sleeves but made up for it in its purpose.

"It's quite unique, Arka!"

"I know."

"It's also a little thick. Several centimeters."

"I know."

"Hah!" Celine laughed, and Arka heard a certain degree of embarrassment in her voice. "Silly me. I'm speaking with the designer!"

Arka returned again with another bag. "That's correct. The threadmistress already knows all there is to know about her craft."

Silky moved her hands over the skintight pants and juxtaposed sweater. "And what is... erm... what is your craft, "threadmistress?"

Again, the red-haired agent neglected to vocalize a response. She took long, leather straps and stood behind Celine. She snapped the leather, letting it crack and echo in the hotel room. Then, neglecting any form of permission, she bound the straps around key points in her victim's ensemble.

Leather straps were wound individually around her encased legs like wedding garters. Two more above and below her chest, packaging Celine's generous breasts between two long bands. 

At every intersection, Arka whispered a word of power, and the leather obeyed. They formed unbreakable and irremovable bonds of leather and quenched iron. Celine sat bissfully unaware - after all , she still had her full range of movement. Arka imagined that she dressed like this more often than she cared to admit.

"It's certainly fashion-forward, Arka. The straps, sweater, and pants really... um... contrast?"

"Oh, don't forget the gloves." The demoness's hands were strong. She took Celine's wrist with an unexpected speed and grace. There was no pause in her victim's slow enclosure; a pair of black kid leather gloves became the next accoutrement. She slid the gloves up Celine's hands - past her dainty fingers, wrist, ending after her elbow. They were sealed with a brass zipper. Celine didn't seem to notice when the zipper magically disappeared. Coupled with an extra threading of buckles, Arka had made quite certain of her doll's commitment to fashion.

"How do you like it, Celine?"

"It's all a little tight! A bit... erm... stiff?"

"Good."

"Good?"

"Perfect, Celine. Stay right there."

Arka returned with one final bag.

"You will no doubt notice the stiffness increasing, Celine."

The blond-haired woman smiled and shrugged. "I wear tight clothes all the time. Hee, you should see the rest of my wardrobe..."

Arka licked her lips. She was gorging herself on the moment; her victim inches from her and blissfully unaware. She let her passions run wild for a moment. Celine's smile started to drop. 

"Celine, try to stand."

Celine raised an eyebrow and wiggled in place on her chair.

"The straps around your legs have become quite thoroughly entwined. Oh, and you'll probably notice the gloves stiffening as well. Yes, all quite normal. I assure you that you look marvelous."

Celine wiggled. Arka bit her lip as she revealed her final accessory.

"Ah, but I see a little exposed skin. Your biceps! Your shoulders! No, it wouldn't do for those vulnerable spots to see sun and cold. Try on this jacket.

Celine swallowed, pursing her lips and furrowing her brow. The straitjacket she revealed went farther than any piece of fashion or even any piece of restraint needed to; it was a veritable web of straps, D-rings, and buckles. Dozens of small straps and belts dangled as Arka danced about the room. Metal buckles jingled together.

"I am just so excited to see you wearing my product, Celine! I know it's tight now, but... well, I'll be honest, it's only going to get tighter!" Arka grabbed Celine's body- stiff with fright-  and stood her up. The jacket's woven fibers "knew" each and every contact point. It slid over her victim's arms with the greatest of ease; the victim's hands each ended in a silky mitt. The cushioned material of the jacket stretched as Arka began to solidify the buckles.

This task, Arka relished. Every single time she buckled a strap, Celine made the most endearing mewl. When she tightened a belt, she yelped slightly. Each zipper that locked made her moan quietly. It was marvelous; a true feast. Arka had webbed her prey quite thoroughly! A spider from a cheesy fantasy novel wouldn't have done better. Even as she was finishing the jacket's web-harness, Arka had already begun restraining her subject's legs. A white fishnet mesh, tightened by nylon straps and fastened to the jacket, kept with the web aesthetic.

"Believe me - you look marvelous! I'm quite serious, you're rather breathtaking. I'm sure you'd garner plenty of stares if you walked down the runway!"  Arka punctuated her sentence by adding a thick, white panel-gag around Celine's mouth. "Well... hobbled. Or really, rolled. I'm afraid that you're not going anywhere."

 

The demoness took Arka in her arms and slung her around her shoulders. 

"In fact, I'm afraid to say that you won't be on the cover of any magazines, either! You're probably nice and warm, starting to drift off... who needs all that publicity?I'll make sure you don't show up on the cover of any 'missing persons' lists, either.

Arka nudged a door open and began a long trip down a darkened flight of stairs. Darkened to Celine, at least; Arka knew her demense by heart.

"Not that you won't be ogled. It's just a smaller selection of viewers. Rather that the millions who see you in screen and in print, it will be me...."

Candles spontaneously lit, showing Arka - and her latest victim - the scope of the room.

"...and my other models!"

Moans filled the room. Arka stood her latest catch next to a pillar. A few chains linked with the D-rings on her straitjacket. They sealed with a loud click.

"Yes, get acquainted, Celine! These are my favorite outfits. Leather straitjacket on that one. Oooh, I remember designing the hood on that one. Silas showed me that particular - do you see it? - he showed me that particular outfit in a certain club. I think it's PVC... the poor thing has been down here so long, I scarcely remember!" 

Arka experience bliss of the truest kind. The moaning masses were hers and hers alone. She drank in their mewls, groans, grunts, and pleading chirps. She eyed a few, taking in the blushing expression.

It wouldn't satiate her. She already contemplated how she could add more space - perhaps web a few to the ceiling and open up slots on the ground level. Already, she thirsted for more.

But for now, she was satisfied. For today, she drank the fruits of her labor dry. She eyed Celine again.

"She looks a little flushed. Maybe she needs a different outfit." Arka grinned, and suspected her latest catch was grinning, too.