DAY -2 : Initial invitations sent. Invitation to #1 was in the form of traditional advertisement. Invitation to #2 was a coded message, re-routed so as to appear to be from a rival organization. These individuals have been selected over all other candidates for their unique physiology and drive. Simulations indicate that they can provide the widest range of responses to stimuli and still be prepared for more.
There were two individuals named Rossem Klyn. They were the same individual, yet ultimately different. Their histories and personalities conflicted greatly. They were visually the same, yet often-times they juxtaposed each other like white on black. They generally did not interact with one another, although there was a certain locus of activity that drew them closer. That locus was Phantom - who was, in her own way, had two personalities at once; the public face of an executive, and the private face of a villain.
One of the two was a local; an elite mercenary with powers over gas and air. He did not advertise himself, and lived off his reputation and the jobs he accepted. Espionage and clandestine intervention were Rossem’s bread and butter. He knew how to get what others wanted. More importantly, he knew what others wanted.
The other Rossem was far from local. He was a foreigner wherever he went; a traveler from some alternate time or place. These specifics generally did not bother the flippant elf, who spent more time caring about the present than the past or future. Far more powerful than his modern counterpart, this Rossem wore a scanadalous cheongsam made of thick violet rubber. Long leather boots graced his feet. They shone, polished clean through sophisticated magical treatment as well as the tongues of submissive captives.
Acquiring them had also required diverse methods.
Subject 2, the local, had involved a serious breach of Phantom’s professionalism. Under normal circumstances, the word of her as an employer was sacrosanct. Coin from Phantom was always good, be it in the form of equipment or untraceable money or goods or services. And yet, for this particular endeavor, she had no compunctions about making a fake offer. Perhaps the knowledge that she was already acquiring an identical twin had made easier. Regardless, she set up a fake offer from a rival company, one that would involve infiltrating a heavily-guarded MirageCorp facility. Rossem was an easy acquisition. Despite his formidable abilities, he was ultimately no match for the sheer numbers and traps prepared for him. The end result had him stripped of his equipment and sealed up in a thin layer of silvery tape, locked in place in a padded transport casket, and left to squirm helplessly. Phantom made sure his air supply was sufficient… most of the time.
Subject 1 walked into the facility of his own accord.
Day 1: Both subjects are acquired and being prepared for assembly. Subject 2 is considerably less powerful and is currently being shipped in via air. Subject 1 is sitting in a waiting room, flicking his tail. The “spa” will have a certain level of intensity never before attempted in our products or offered experiences. The resculpting and results should prove suitably intense for these two, and if it can keep even their jaded souls entertained then it will be more than enough for any paying individual.
***
“So I just get in?”
Phantom nodded.
“Now?”
The woman nodded again and crossed her arms. “Correct. You step into the sack.”
She had been entertaining Rossem for nearly an hour. One of them was already enclosed and lowered into the ‘spa’, but this one was obstinate. #1 had arcane powers and byzantine attitudes. He was constantly tittering on about everything from food to fashion, dancing around the topics at hand. He had signed the wavier three times over, stopping each time to go back over it and tearing it up. “Oh no,” he’d say. “I didn’t do my signature quite right. I’m not used to this ballpoint pen. I’ll need some ink and a feather.” Phantom had acceded to every demand. Perhaps he knew she would do just that.
“Oh, I’d love to step into the - into the device, but I must ask - is it all right that I’ve eaten recently?”
Phantom cocked an eyebrow and nodded. “Yes. This is not a hospital. There is no need.”
“Oh, but - but I haven’t told you my medical history! You don’t have it, since you’re not a hospital!”
“We do not require it, Rossem.”
“But…” he laughed and his tail flicked to and fro. “Hah hah, but what if you want my history? Don’t you need to know what I’m allergic to? Oh, I might as well start at birth. I was born a few hundred years ago by your human time… oh, and perhaps I should go back a bit further - I might need to give you a concise history of the elves.”
“That will not be necessary, Rossem.” Phantom took a more commanding tone. It wasn’t working, and he pattered on a bit more. She was fairly sure that he summoned a few things from thin air; a glass of wine, or a hood of smooth and seamless latex. He was like an actor creating props.
“Not necessary? But optional, then. Well that’s fair, I’ll skip the elven history and merely tell you our legends. It’s a bit more academic, mind you. So, let me tell you about my woods. They don’t really have a name in your tongue; I generally refer to them as the Old Wood. Oh, but speaking of tongues, we have some delicious fruits. Most visitors choose to never leave, in fact, so sweet and succulent are the things they find between their lips…”
Phantom decided to take a different tack. She adopted a playful mood. Her stance shifted. Her face changed.
“Rossem,” she said. “I’ll admit I’m getting sooo impatient. You did come here for the spa treatment, didn’t you?”
Rossem nodded.
“I’m afraid we’re all out of time for today.” Phantom said this with a certain false regret. “I’ve got other visitors to attend to, and I’m afraid we’ve simply spent all our time with this preparatory chat. So if you don’t mind, could you-”
Rossem was geared up and prepared for the spa. He had finished before Phantom realized what had happened.
***
It was, of course, not some sauna that he had entered although Rossem was quite hot and bothered.
The elf knelt down and stepped into the device. It was a simple affair. He kicked off his boots and threw his dress into the air in one swift motion. He gave his host a brief look at his nude form, accompanied with a wink and a swish of his thin tail. Entry to the spa itself hinged on stepping into a latex body-sack and allowing himself to be zipped up - though the overconfident Rossem zipped himself into the sack. He knelt down and entered a cubic frame. The air was removed, and in a few moments, he was vacuum-packed and ready for enclosure. A few moments later, his ‘twin’ joined him in a similar cube. Phantom threw a switch, and the two cubs were lowered into a massive machine. Half a minute later, they were raised up, now fully enclosed and encased.
Day 2: Subjects are both enclosed. The ‘spa’ is an encasement cube. Participants lie on their belly with their legs folded behind them. Air is removed and they are ‘bronzed’ over with various nano-tech materials. It doesn’t take long to get them hooked up. They’re quite nice like that; within the cube, I can do anything I want to them. The vacuum surface also means important spots are still accessible; a bit easier to touch them or perform delicate operations than it might be if they were undergoing other types of encasement. I’m already thinking about how to market this. The spa is the ultimate exercise in wish fulfillment. Paying customers will give good money to be encased and used and abused and teased and tormented and transformed and toyed with. It’ll be an invaluable tool for other, less willing clients as well. For these two? Well, these two are going to get the full experience and much more. I need data, and these adorable ‘brothers’ are going to give me more than they could dream of. I’m still surprised how eager #1 was to jump inside. We’ll see how he’s feeling in a few weeks when I let him out. If I let him out, that is…
***
Both of them had a regal and royal appearance within their latex enclosures. They had spent the few days slotted into alcoves on the wall. The pale princess had tried to keep them ‘out of mind,’ tried to pretend that they were run-of-the-mill test subjects, but that was impossible. She repeatedly visited the lab, hoping that it would be a holiday and she could unwrap her presents. Three days in, and she could wait no longer. She ordered them removed so that she could inspect them both.
#2, the local, had undergone some serious therapy compressed into just a few short days. The first Rossem had such a gorgeous, smooth and sexy visage that Phantom couldn’t help but giggle. His face was encased so tightly, enclosed so snugly that she could make every contour and outline out. He wiggled as she ran her fingers over his cheekbones and chin, around his closed and worried eyes, up and down the smooth dome of his skull, and finishing around his lips. While in a neutral position, they could both be configured to accommodate other settings. She tapped his lips twice, and he groaned; the rubber forced his jaw open, revealing a latex-coated mouth and throat the begged to be toyed with. The mad doctor gave a quick kiss to his puffy lips. “There we go. Anything to say now that you’re out?”
He provided a throaty gurgle, and she gave him another soft peck on his forehead. “Glad to hear it!”
#2’s modifications were surface-level, and a bit hard to see while enclosed. The dominant brought up a display and took a look at his new form. He’d been made into something eminently more feminine. Wider hips and curvier thighs were the most obvious; his derriere was particularly round and appealing now. He had a very appealing pear shape that just begged to be touched. She was already fantasizing about getting the slightly feminine elf into all sorts of outfits. “You’re so sweet. But you’re clearly not happy about it. I can see it on your face, you little femboi sweetheart. You’re embarrassed by those sexy hips and that gorgeous butt. Well, don’t worry; I know how much you crave rubber - we’ll kill two birds with one stone. When I let you out, I’ll find a nice, shiny little dress for you. We can make it skintight so the whole world gets to see how nice your newly-sculpted booty looks. You’ll get over the embarrassment eventually. And if you don’t, we’ll get a good hood to cover up your sweet and pouty face and gag your whining lips.”
She took a look at #1. The latex-loving mage had received far more extreme treatment. Phantom unleashed an opening salvo as she moved her fingers over the captive’s curves.
“You’re much prettier now. Well, you were pretty before, but now? Now you’re my kind of pretty. You’re all woman now, Rossem - though we might need a new name for Drone 1 - and you look good for it. True, you were good before as a rubbery elf, but now you’ve got more options. More ways to tease you, more zones for me to lick and lavish attention on, more options to insert and probe and make you squirm until you beg for more. Oh, not to mention that I’ll be able to bring you to the edge over and over again. I’m sure that with your new body you’ll need some time to adjust; I’ll help. For example, I’ve already got a toy to help you acclimate to your new sensations. A set of anal beads, just for you! There are even some hard rubber nubs there, so it’s ridged and spiked. Sure, it might hurt, but this is your ‘first time’ - I want to make it memorable!”
She paused for a moment, and produced something from an equipment tray.
“Hold that thought. Oh, Drone 2- I was just talking to your sister and it reminded me, I’ve got a gift for you!”
Rossem was far from passive. But he was also a far cry away from taking any meaningful acts of resistance. The best he could do was curl up his toes and pretend that he was somewhere else - or at least imagine that this was just part of the mission. At least, he tried it. His concentration was disrupted when Phantom slipped a ribbed glass plug between his lips. It expanded his jaw, gliding past his thickly-rubberized gums and tickling the back of his throat. He nearly gagged slightly, sucking on the plug as he gasped.
“Enjoy that for a bit. I’ve got another one coming up; I’ve already got designs in the works based off of - well, I won’t say right now.”
She grinned and turned back to Drone 1.
#1, the magician, had a more relaxed expression. Phantom wasn’t certain if that was based off of his - or, it should be said, her force of will, but it was pleasing. “It’s good to see you so relaxed with your new body. I hope you can stay that calm and collected once we get to testing.”
Deep inside, Rossem quivered. She’d heard the cackle of this madwoman as she left the room, and was now feeling a finger around her womanhood and rear. She gasped internally, mouth muzzled by endless layers of dark rubber, as something penetrated her for the first time.
The dominant paused, and Rossem took a moment to gain ‘her’ breath; something very difficult to do, even through air-permeable materials. It was practically magical - heck it might be magical! - and unthinkable that such a situation could befall him. Or perhaps, befall her. She was having trouble thinking straight. There were so many new ideas percolating through her head; thoughts of submission that hadn’t been there before as well as thoughts of vengeance and resistance that were as old as the forest from where she came. It was confusing! Her mind raced and she tried her best to gulp down more air through her nose. It made her lungs burn; Rossem doubted she had enough air, and a gentle tingle in her head made it difficult to concentrate. The dominant - unseen through the thick rubber- opened her mouth a crack, letting her wheeze in more air. She gulped it down greedily but lost it just as fast as she yelped. The beads passed her rear one at a time; each time she tried to resist or to move, but each time she felt her body controlled by outside forces. She was coated and enclosed outside and in, and her rear forcibly relaxed to allow the intruder.
Phantom smiled and put her head in her hands. This was so lovely. The little female rossem wasn’t some strong latex-controlling mage. She was wiggling her rear at a touch.
“You’re so much cuter as a rubberized doll, you know. Not just as female, but as a loving little rubberslut. I mean honestly, elf flesh is nice but I’m going to prefer thick latex every time. It just fits you better, you know? The same way that these beads fit you so perfectly.”
“Mmmph! Hnnngh!”
Phantom grinned wider. It was interesting to watch; although her face was frozen thanks to the molding rubber, she was still grunting and groaning. She was also able to - if only slightly - wiggle and rock left and right. It was more visible as she wiggled her rear than her face. Either way, it was quite a sight and Phantom approve heartily. She made a note and spent a few moments more recording this for posterity - as well as advertisement and blackmail material, of course!
The test for today was about endurance. How long could the two subjects be kept on edge? With a male and female both ready for experimentation, Phantom was sure to get valuable data that could be used for clients of all shapes and sizes.
Both cubes were placed side-by-side. Tiny pads were adhered to the exterior of their rubbery enclosure to measure responses. Floating readouts displayed vital statistics; their pulse, their breath rate and blood pressure, and innumerable statistics from the various stimulation devices. For the female, there were the aforementioned anal beads. Each of them prickled her innards, stretching her beyond what she had ever experienced as a male. Every time she moved, they moved in turn, with their soft nubs alternating between pain and pleasure. When she contracted, she could feel their ridges grating at her insides. It provided a strong baseline; so long as she was so sufficiently plugged, the elf would never be able to totally rid herself of her arousal.
Her womanhood was given a similarly rough treatment. The examiner spent plenty of time gently caressing her cheeks before spreading them wide. Perfectly smooth latex was her skin now; while in some places that meant the sense of touch was dulled, in others it was magnified threefold. After all, when her senses - hearing, smell, and sight - were deadened, she had only touch to anticipate. Phantom was eager to confirm those expectations with a gentle kiss and a thick plug. The elf was no stranger to penetration, though she'd never before had something like this in her womb. An inflatable black dildo slipped between her lips, going deep and tickling the walls of her womb. She was bucking with pleasure; the sensitive skin around the entrance had never before felt soft fingers teasing her, much less the sudden penetration of a thick phallus. It inflated slowly, filling her completely. She started to breathe heavily and more quickly as her labia and the roof - her g-spot were touched at once. Tiny egg vibrators flanked the flat base of the dildo, providing vibrations to her folds which were growing ever-more sensitive by the moment.
Rossem's urethra wasn't overlooked; another egg vibe was adhered in place to match the other two around her womanhood. It made for a lewd trifecta of stimulation. Her back half was now riddled with devices with one single goal - lust.
"I've got a real dragon of a gag for you, by the way." Phantom released some of the restraints that kept her face so melded in place. She was free to express whatever emotion she wished. In this case, it was a groan. She'd been forced to keep it quiet, but with the latex turning soft she was free to fill the room with short, panting gasps for air and a gagged groan.
"Aaaand thank you." With her mouth wide open, Phantom slipped the dildo between her lips. It plunged deep, deep into her mouth. Rossem ran her tongue up and down its sculpted ridges and veins. It wasn't just humiliating; it was exhilarating! She suckled eagerly, pursing her lips around the massive plugs and sucking on it. She applied pressure and her tongue as though it were her mouth really was being used. It allowed her a moment's respite from the intense stimulation around her womanhood; she nursed the cock in her mouth and all was well. And then, the vibrations would resume and she was shot back into a world of pleasure and inescapable stimuli. The grunts turned to shouts and screams.
There was no need to stop now. Readouts on the screen showed her vitals change; her black pupils grew wider as arousal began to take hold. She was in heat. The domina leaned over and pinched her captive's teats through the rubber. Even through the thick encasement, there was no way to ignore the sudden shot of pain around her oh-so-sensitive erogenous zone! She briefly rolled the nub between her fingers before releasing it, sending her bust jiggling through the soft and squeaky rubber.
"Let's see... we've got just about everything covered. And according to these readouts, it's working."
"Hganagh! Nnnngh!"
Rossem was bucking back and forth like a rocking chair. A few minutes passed. After all, she needed some time to digest her medicine; the oral plug had been coated in a medication to decrease her refractory period and keep her nerves ready for more. She'd get a 'break' after each orgasm, but the best results always required repetition. Phantom practically giggled at the thought of the endless orgasms the little elf would still endure.
It was time to finish her first test. She had been kept at edge for longer than any subject before. Phantom reached her hand between the lovely little elf's legs and gently brushed her finger at the rubberslut's clitoris.
The male Rossem shut his eyes and tried not to listen. The endless pleasure from his counterpart was getting him horny, too. He dreaded it... and he was also praying that she'd visit those same pleasures upon him soon, too.
***
Day 7: Items ε-1 and ε-2 - Repurposed from drone assembly for testing. Interactions with one of the subjects were logged, but have been purged for security reasons. Other logs relevant to advertising and marketing options have been shared. Ideally, the ears can be hidden during video presentations; there’s no need to advertise that I have two latex-coated elves to myself.
Rossem couldn’t take this. He was a mercenary; a bounty hunter; an infiltrator for hire. He wasn’t entirely sure why he kept being called “brother” and he wasn’t entirely understanding as to why this other elf was being called his “sister.” He had ideas, at least; a vague knowledge that this was some alternate form. It didn’t help, and it definitely didn’t bring him any closer to escape.
“Unit 1!” Phantom shouted. She had a somewhat grating voice; one that echoed affection but also a shortness of patience. “Look at how much fun your sister is having. Why can’t you be more like her?”
They were much the same as they had been for days; trapped and encased in the ‘spa cubes’. The only difference was that small amounts of latex had been removed from their faces. It gave them tiny gaps through which to see. It also meant locking eyes and reading the expressions of the other. Rossem kept looking at the rubbermancer across from him. ‘She’ seemed to be trapped in some sort of horrible - or beautiful - state of endless pleasure. Her eyes wavered between looking down, trapped in a pleasure-addled afterglow, and practically rolling back into her head as she experienced a powerful orgasm! There were long, long gaps of several minutes between the two, but each time, Rossem was forced to watch as she - or as ‘he’? - was penetrated, prodded, and brought to release. He studied his female counterpart’s face; the way that she puckered her lips, as if hoping to kiss or be kissed and the way that she wiggled her body when she was teased. Phantom had coated her with stimulating pads that made the dildo and plugs a part of a greater ensemble. Tiny shocks were administered to her forehead, her tongue, her neck and rear and thighs and armpits. It was quite evil, as if every erogenous zone at once was firing. Rossem also knew that it would be his turn. He wasn’t used this strange and sybaritic play that they were engaged in. He almost dreaded it.
“You look like you’re not having a good time,” said the mistress. He was out of his element. He’d rather be out somewhere, sneaking along in his suit and gas mask than -
“Let’s fix that.”
Phantom knelt down and delivered an earnest kiss to his closed lips. He shuddered reflexively. Her scent was unmistakable, as was the powerful, tense sensations of her lips against his.
“I don’t want you to be so dour and gloomy, Subject One. Let’s see what we can do to put a smile on your face. This is supposed to be a vacation, after all. Cute little rubber elves are supposed to be happy and joyous. Dolls are supposed to be beaming with eager pride. Let’s see…”
He felt something maneuver around his manhood as his encasement reshaped itself. Suddenly, he was growing aroused and felt his enclosure warming up around him. It was pleasant. He told himself he didn’t want ‘pleasant,’ that he wanted freedom. Perhaps it was a lie. Within a few moment, he had forgotten about it as he felt his rear violated by a custom-molded plug; one designed after his own body!
“You want to play with yourself, don’t you? I’m just trying to help.”
Rossem wiggled his toes as he felt himself growing further aroused. He hummed and squinted his eyes shut. Phantom delivered another kiss to his lips as he gasped.
“Oh, and you liquid nutrition yesterday? I’ve added a little chemical concoction to it. You’ll find that this will be the first of many, many more orgasms. Now, just relax, enjoy the spa, and enjoy yourself. No need to stress now, my cute little elf pet.”
Rossem tried to resist, but soon found a gloved hand groping at his rear. No! He was a professional! He was the best of the best! He was... he was losing his train of thought. There was something in the air that made it increasingly difficult to concentrate. He wasn't sure if he was being drugged or his will to resist really was slipping away.
There had been considerable dread. Phantom had threatened them with a “new outlook” for quite some time. He just didn’t expect it would be so… demeaning. Both Rossems had been hoping that there’d be something - anything but this!
“They say that blondes have more fun, but clearly you two were getting bored. That’s why I’ve decided to give you a new lease on life… as redheads! Oh, don’t pout so much. I know you can’t change your expression but at least make some cute sounds. Yes, there we go, my squeaky little pets, like that. Anyway, some nice sculpted wigs will replace your current hair. Much easier to take care of than the real thing , especially since you’ve been all sealed up in rubber. Oh, and believe it or not, it’s made from your own hair! Dyed a nice red color, but close enough to the real thing. It’s ironic; I could take you two out in public and nobody would notice you. Two little vacboxes that wiggle and beg for more. You’re hardly the elite mercenary or latex-loving mage of a few weeks ago. But that’s just fine.”
They both mewled in turn. They remained defiant, to a point… but their ability to resist some of her approaches was gone. She had control over them; she could and did make them come when and how she wished. They might retain their faculties but they were, whether they wanted to admit it or not, slaves to her pleasure and whim.
Phantom knew this, and decided to visit one final indignity upon them.
The two elves were hoisted and carried throughout the facility. Boxed as they were, they were easy to move - and easy to show off. It was an offer and warning alike to any that saw them; this could be you, they said through grunts and wiggling attempts at futile resistance.
Ultimately, it was the main lobby that was their destination. They were ceremoniously and studiously placed on the floor facing each other. The eyes were sealed up, leaving them blind and bound. Phantom gave a quick kiss to each of them on the forehead before sliding them closer. Their final indignity was a massive gag; a long plug sculpted from their own embarrassing manhood!
They heard her taunt and they knew she was pleased. Both of them wiggled in their enclosures, afraid that they’d soon find themselves penetrated. But it never came. Phantom lubricated it with her own mouth before placing it firmly between theirs! In a moment, she had the gag between their lips and sucking on a massive phallic shape. It was just too much! They were gagged by their own double; forced to suck and choking an infuriatingly big plug gag that kept heir mouths agape and their bodies trapped. Cavitations racked their body as she flicked a switch, sending the egg vibrators into a frenzied overdrive.
A glass surface was lowered over the top of them. They wouldn’t be a very sturdy table, what with their constant squirming and begging - but they’d provide more entertainment than any magazine. Phantom grinned. This was a job well done. The best way to cool down after such a long experiment would be to do something she really enjoyed. And with that, she set about making new calculations, furiously concepting new and more exotic ways to play with her elves.