Simply removing the hood from Hope’s face made her skin tingle. It wasn’t the temperature. It was the abrupt change in sensation on her creamy skin. She had spent hours enclosed within. The built-up heat and perspiration were wicked away very slowly by her hood, and suddenly very quickly when she was exposed to the air of Phantom’s limousine. The executive sat across from her, grinning like a cat.

It didn’t matter that her invention - co-opted by Phantom and her engineers - was designed to ‘breathe’ and was made for long-term wear. It was hot and stuffy and downright claustrophobic. If she hadn’t been used to such exposure, it would’ve been a dreadful experience.

Even with countless hours of testing - many of which included wearing it during work or play - being snugly bound and fully encased from stem to stern was an unusual experience. This time, it was utterly out of her control. Phantom had been the one commanding her invention. It was unreal. Her ‘BetterBandage’ was as shiny and smooth as electrical tape, and it had always been under her complete control. She’d never be so foolish as to create some sort of autonomous drone that could apply it. Not yet, at least.

Hope mused that she had been foolish enough to get kidnapped from a trade show. Theoretically, her demonstration was in a public enough space that she’d be totally fine. The crowd and threat of many witnesses should have dissuaded any would-be assailants from attacking her.

Unfortunately, Phantom hadn’t at all been intimidated. It almost seemed that she enjoyed the challenge. Abducting Hope from a public space just added to the fun. She acted with grace and a drive that made everything seem like part of the plan. It was incredible competence, or, failing that, flexibility in the extreme. Privately, the scientist wondered what would have happened if she’d had either of her assistants present with her. Would Jess be here squirming alongside her? Would Elise be nabbed as well? She hoped not. There was plenty of peril for her alone, and she didn’t want to endanger her staff.

Admittedly, Hope wasn’t entirely certain what level of danger she was in. After all, her captor had literally sealed the deal with a kiss.

As far as kidnappings went, this one was downright cushy. Hope was still encased in her latex-like sheath. The shining, rubbery black had a look and feel not dissimilar to electrical tape. It was stretchy, stuck mostly to itself, and could have the most luxurious shine.

Hope’s entire body from her neck to her toes was encased. It was stunning, erotic, and scandalous. Starting at her feet, one could trace lines of nervous arousal and excitement. Her toes wiggled in the thick latex sack, barely visible but still there. Gentle outlines of pressure on the shaped and molded foot of the sack meant that even if she wasn’t speaking, even if her face was entirely invisible, even if her body was shrouded, anyone could see that she was still chirping in anticipation.

The substrate sheath was an incredible 4mm thick. It was, after all, designed to keep patients alive and healthy… not mobile. Even with its enhanced elasticity, she wasn’t capable of walking, much less running away.

Even so, a thick belt ending in a keyless buckle wound around her ankles. The belts squished her ankles together, compressing the shiny ebony coating and allowing only a modicum of wiggle room. It wouldn’t have been much at all in the way of restraint, but they were one of five such bands that kept her thoroughly bound. The belt around her ankles was met by two such restraints above and below her knees - allowing her to sit, stand, and hop - as well as one around her elbows just below her breasts. When she moved, she could feel her globes bobbing up and down, with the sensitive underside of her bust sometimes brushing against the unyielding restraints.

Hope sat in a limousine, squirming and squeaking. The sound was a bit grating, yet also exciting. The squeak of her body, bound and rubberized and laminated, squeaking against the leather interior. It was such a profound sound! She knew that it meant restriction, restraint, encasement, helplessness, hopelessness… she couldn’t help but picture what she looked like.

The brown-haired scientist tried to look down, forgetting that she was in a posture collar. Hope’s breasts loomed large in her own vision. She blushed again; the thick latex kept her front well-supported, though not stationary. Every start and stop the limousine made forced her to be confronted with her jiggling feminine curves!

Phantom sat quietly for a time. Only when Hope was done considering her own situation did she speak.

“Right now,” said Phantom, “you’re in my control. Absolutely, positively in my power. If I needed to, I could make you disappear. There’d be very little evidence to suggest you’re in my care, and anyone who said otherwise would disappear or find a hefty payout waiting for their silence. If necessary, I could bring you to my lair and that would be the end of it; you’d find that your fate would be to swing and squirm in my dungeons. But obviously, that’s not what I need you for.”

“I won’t work for you!” said Hope. The scientist tried to shake her head ‘no,’ but only managed to wiggle and squirm against the leather of the car seat.here she is; tied up in a limo.

“No?” said Phantom. “You seemed fairly eager when I first made my offer. Very well. Imagine this, then, Hope…”

The executive waved her fingers, and an image of Hope with her two staff - Elise, her purple-haired secretary, and Jess, her rather strong-willed assistant, appeared in the view.

“Right now, your two friends are probably wondering where you are. They’re curious if you’re coming back to the lab. Of course, you could come back to the lab, but I’d be coming with you. And that would mean that I’d have to take them as well.”

Hope said nothing, biting her lip.

“It would mean that they’d be brought back to my residence and used as raw materials, so to speak. They’d be ensnared and encased and enclosed; laminated forevermore as products for me to do with as needed. It would be unfortunate; I’m sure you work very well with your own staff. Having to rubberize and store one of them on-site would be costly, even if it meant that you’d work better. As such, they’d probably be trapped in control collars and left ambulatory. Jess and - Elise, is her name? - Jess and Elise are probably much more helpful to you as walking, talking friends than rubberclad drones trapped in their own bodies.”

“You wouldn’t,” spat Hope. By saying, she was praying that it was true.

“No? Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t. It would be costly for me, of course, but you’ve already seen how I operate. So… are you coming with me to my labs, or are we going back to your workplace?”

Hope hardly thought about it. “I’m going with you.”

Phantom grinned. She relaxed and pulled out a tablet. She didn’t even speak to Hope as she gloated in victory.

When they finally arrived at Phantom’s domicile, Hope cocked her head… or at least tried to. She raised an eyebrow instead.

“I thought we were going to a workplace. A lab or something.”

“Oh, no,” said Phantom. “I work wherever I please. And right now, my job is convincing you to work for me.”

Hope furrowed her brow. “I already said I’d do it. Just as long as you don’t do anything nasty to my friends, you can do what you want to do with me.”

Phantom put down the tablet and shook her head. “Oh no. Your friends were never in any danger. I just wanted to see what would happen.”

The limousine pulled behind the townhome. The road was quiet and the light dim save the streetlights and the occasional porch-mounted bulb. It was private, and the back-alley even more so.

As the car came to a stop, Phantom started to grin.

“I wanted to watch what would happen if I implied that your friends would be abducted. I’ve not had the chance to spy on you until now, but I’ve thought to myself that there’s more to you than meets the eye. How many times have you had a little fun with Jess and Elise? How many times have you accidentally left one of them in your wrapping? Or seen what they look like when their curves are all beautifully highlighted by black ebony latex?”

Hope didn’t respond verbally, but Phantom could tell that she was feeling the heat. She saw the way that she squirmed; it wasn’t just testing her bonds. The way that she rubbed her body against the seat, the way that her toes wriggled, the way that she blushed and heaved, bobbing her breasts up and down; this was a woman who was enjoying her situation without ever saying it.

“Right now, I am fairly certain that your friends are waiting for you in the changing room. You’re thinking about them. You thought about how good they’d look getting wrapped from head to toe in layers of tape and becoming my entombed little puppets. You were imagining the feel of your body against theirs as I drop you deep into a conditioning cell. You were picturing your two friends, hypnotized and horny and enclosed in my drone-suits, crawling like kittens on their hands and knees towards you as you work. Nuzzling their smooth, shining heads against your thighs as you program new and more exciting devices for me.”

“N-no, I-”

“Very well,” said Phantom. “Perhaps we can leave them out of this. But the thought was still there. The thought of you being served as a latex-clad princess… or serving. Either one, really. I think you like both.”

Phantom hauled Hope into her home like a groom bringing home a bride. She passed the deco revival kitchen and entered the living room. She plopped down Hope squarely on a wide couch and took a seat next to her.

“Right now,” said Phantom, “My job is recruiting. But it could be more. It could be a glimpse into the pleasures you can receive, if you’re willing.”

Hope was too surprised to speak, especially once Phantom moved in closer. She put her hands on Hope’s generous breasts and took thick, firm handfuls of her breasts. She moaned, unprepared for the sudden molestation of her sensitive and oh-so-erogenous zones. Phantom’s hands had such finesse, and she had such practice in gently touching and teasing her.

She wiggled in the sack, unsure why but knowing that such squirming felt natural. The domina’s hands gently cupped her boobs, softly stroking them, massaging them in circles, and occasionally pinching. Each time, the brunette mewled a pleasant sound. Phantom’s rotational motions would often have her thumbs teasing over her nubs, gently stroking her teats with such gentleness that it was almost imperceptible. That subtlety only made things worse. Hope searched for it, longed for it, moved her body to accommodate the pale woman’s dominant touch.

Phantom moved her hands lower, gently rubbing and massaging her stomach. Hope moaned involuntarily, and then puckered her lips in shame.

“There there,” said Phantom. “There’s no need to say a thing.”

With a twiddle of her fingers, the rubbery sheath extended past Hope’s mouth once again.

She felt immense pleasure as the black latex covered her lips. Erogenous and pert, she couldn’t help but smile with trepidation as it coated her neck, chin, and mouth. She was gagged and loving it, and could feel her cheeks growing warmer still. Phantom’s fingers ran over Hope’s lips, stroking her tender embouchement through its black shiny coating.

She had no need to speak; no need to explain or excuse herself. Hope moaned deeply and loudly as Phantom worked her way down. She took the scientist in her lap, and Hope felt something welling up inside her she didn’t know possible.

The pleasure was immense. Hands ran up and down thick, beautifully black skin. Ebony and smooth and curvaceous, Hope felt Phantom’s digits trace her form with precision and tender teasing. She lingered on her inner thighs and rear. She took Hope by the hips, grinding her rubber-clad rear against her own lap. She went deep, touching Hope’s womanhood through all the thick protection. It was enough to make her crave more. It was barely enough for her to feel, and therefore it was altogether too much. Every touch begat more touches. Every time Phantom took thick handfuls of her flesh from behind, she craved more deep, intimate touches.

“Your workday already started,” said Phantom. Hope hardly heard her, lost in a blissful sub-space state. Powerful sensations racked her body. The pleasures of blissful, orgiastic release mingled with her ongoing desires. Maybe Phantom hadn’t said a single thing. Hope wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t sure if she cared.

Phantom’s warm breath poured down her ear. She felt her skin tingle as as the domina’s warm, throaty purrs reached her ears. The pale executive whispered something into her ear, and she felt as though she’d been jolted with electricity. “Take a deep breath.”

With that, Phantom took a rubber sheet and wrapped it around Hope’s face. It wasn’t air-permeable. She wiggled, inhaling into it. It was terrifying yet arousing at the same time; the physical sensation of being totally and completely wrapped, of losing all features at once. She longed to see what she looked like; the indentations of her skill, her lips, her agape mouth begging through multiple layers of latex. She longed to see her own face gasping for breath.

As her head grew dizzy and her breath grew short, she felt Phantom’s fingers one last time, gently touching her face. She stroked her outlined features; her mask of latex and rubber and her prison of arousal and shiny sheen. Phantom grinned before finally removing the sheet.

The sheath receded, allowing her to breathe through her mouth and nose. Hope gulped down deep breaths of air, panting in orgiastic bliss. She felt spent, but eager for more.

“It will be a pleasure working with you,” said Phantom.

“The pleasure is all mine,” said Hope.

She smiled, trapping her grin beneath a beautiful mask as she found herself coated once again. She saw Phantom’s grinning, mischievous smile as the rubber passed her throat, lips, ear lobes, eyes, and went to her hairline.

Hope felt a kiss on her forehead. She hoped for more.