Dr. Dante sighed as he shut the door to the exam room. He bowed his head slightly, shaking it left and right. With a shrug, he raised his black-gloved hands in the air for a moment, then with another sigh, he let them go slack. It simply couldn’t be helped. The patient inside was too deep in her delusions of being able to escape and return to a life of villainy. Patient Constance would need to be committed, possibly indefinitely, until such a time that her ongoing attempts at criminality could be properly exorcised out - or until she ended up a submissive and compliant toy. They achieved the same end.
Dante put his hands on his hips and stared back at the door. Through a small reinforced glass window, he could see the villain squirming inside. He was wearing a medical green latex catsuit and tall boots, with a thick pair of heavy rubber gloves and a black-and-white rubber smock over it. Chewing his lip for a moment, he thought that maybe she needed just a few more minutes of treatment - but decided against it. The first steps had been a failure, and she’d be consigned to processing and transport to other areas tomorrow morning.
The window made him contemplate where he’d gone wrong. Was she insubordinate? Or had he used the wrong equipment? Maybe the straitjacket wasn’t enough. She claimed to have a demonic ally, perhaps she’d need to be far more tightly locked down to prevent any kind of escape or head off any self-destructive behavior. As he stared inside, he was contemplating giving her more mobility but a heavy-duty inflatable straitjacket can.
Lost in fantasies of treatment, he only realized someone was behind him when he got a whiff of her scent; a subtle perfume mixed with the scent of polished rubber.
Phantom didn’t bother to greet Dante, skipping directly to a pounce. She jammed her body against Dante’s, pressing the doctor up tight against the door. He spread his arms, trying to maneuver towards the intercom and alarm buttons next by the door-frame, but Phantom grabbed each of his arms in turn and had them properly restrained.
She shoved an expanding, squishy rubber ball in his left hand. While it grew and molded itself to his grip, she wrapped a long strip of bright blue tape over his left fist, sealing it up and preventing fine manipulation of any kind. The doctor’s brain barely registered this assault. He was too busy being surprised by her appearance. This wasn’t frightening; he didn’t feel any reaction to yell out or cry in fear. But it was a surprise. The sudden scent of someone behind him, the pressure of her rubber-clad body against his back, her curves pressing against him while she worked his other hand into tape, and then the feeling of another strip of blue tape winding around his mouth.
He could feel the shiny stuff against his lips, and he tried to speak, muffled and muttering through the snug adhesion. Unsatisfied, Phantom wound another layer of bluetape around his lips - which didn’t quiet him, but did further reduce his ability to try to muffle any kind of threats. He managed to get one look in at Constance, as he was pulled away from the door. The doctor imagined that she had a look of satisfaction at seeing him bound and gagged.
Phantom was smaller than him, but stronger - strong enough to haul him up in her arms, carrying him over her shoulder like a fresh acquisition from a long hunt. One hand went around his waist, and the other around the back of his knees. Any wriggling was kept to a minimum thanks to the grippy latex medical outfit he wore, and any yelling was rather muffled in the hospital’s intentionally-sound-deadening walls and halls. He didn’t have long to wriggle, as the complex wasn’t large and Phantom knew exactly where to go - the brightly-colored room labeled “EXAM A”. The one with the heavy door, no viewing window, and a heavy lock on the inside.
“MMNGFF!” Dante exclaimed.
“Oh really?” Phantom said. “Well, if you insist.”
The exam room had various equipment - mostly tubes and tanks and a few computer readouts - and one large exam chair. A few overhead lights, some screens for the patient to stare at, a rolling chair for an attending doctor or nurse, and the familiar smell of too many carefully-concocted gases. Phantom, as if acting on orders from the doctor, removed his apron and placed it on a hook. She then quickly seated him in the heavy exam chair. It was padded, which was very helpful considering the bevy of tight straps that with which she locked down the doctor. His wrists, his forearms, waistline, neck, knees, ankles… none of it was overkill in Phantom’s eyes. Overkill was for later.
Dante finally had the chance to get a good look at Phantom. She was wearing a dark ship’s-hull-red rubber suit with black trim. All of it had a stylized military look; a tall statement belt around her waist, impossibly tight boots, a uniform-like ‘skirt’ that seemed practically painted on. It was completed by a formal cap on her head, and a stern gleam in her eyes.
“I’ve decided that this hospital has been running amok for too long,” Phantom said. “I’ve come alone, declaring a coup. You’re to turn over all of your prisoners to me. This hospital has been seized by MirageCorp, and all of its assets and staff are under my control.”
“Hmmnkt.” Dante rolled his eyes. He wasn’t intimidated. He wasn’t even impressed. Like she knew what she’d even do if she had this kind of power. Phantom’s antics always led back to getting bound up herself. This was no different. Dante squirmed slightly, the rubber of his suit squeaking against the chair.
“Not impressed, are you?” said Phantom with growing incredulity. “Well, let it be known that I’ve already had some time to learn about the equipment and therapies you use. For example, the S-gas. I know that getting a fine-tuned mixture is important; just the right amount to make sure that any kind of conditioning is slow, gradual, careful, and properly mixed with immense pleasure.”
She wheeled a small cart over to Dante, who started to struggle. She held a black rubber oxygen mask in her hands, and while he did his best to buck and keep his head away, she had the upper hand. One firm glove kept his chin in place while she locked a heavy strap across his forehead. He felt like Frankenstein’s monster as she fitted a rubber oxygen mask over his face, looping it over his ears , mouth, and nose. The smell of silicon and latex and a growing mixture of artificial chemical and mint started to waft into his nostrils and throat as Phantom turned up a knob.
He shook once, shivering involuntarily.
“Mmng. MMMMM.” Dante’s body started to quiver. He normally wore protective equipment to avoid breathing in any of his own supply. He knew that without such precautions, he’d become a horny, happy, helpless little thing - something to be molded by anyone who came across him. Phantom noticed him twitch, letting him watch as she took the rubber apron and put it on herself.
“Hmmm,” she said, “Not sure if mad doctor goes well with military leader. I’ll think on it. But for now, I think it’s appropriate. After all, I’m the one in charge.”
Dante shook his head. He was going to do all that he could to fight it. Maybe he’d pretend to be stuck in a horny haze, waiting until Phantom loosened the restraints. It was going to be tough to just pretend, though. The domina was circling him as he squirmed in his medical exam chair, moaning, arching his back, and feeling his body tingle. She occasionally let her apron tease against his thigh, letting him know that she was in charge - and loving it.
“I am not a patient villain,” said Phantom after a few squirmy minutes. She removed the mask, followed by the tape, from Dante’s face. She could see his eyes clearly. They had the glassy haze of someone who had spent too long staring at white noise, but not the obedience.
“Who do you serve?”
Dante didn’t respond. He did smirk, though. Unacceptable.
Phantom shook her head. She sighed, shaking her head left and right, placing her hands on her hips and pacing around the room for a moment or two.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she uttered. “I knew you’d be a tough one to crack. You’ve probably had so much of that gas over the years you’re resistant.”
“Possibly,” he said. “Maybe untie me and see just how obedient I can be?”
“Tch tch.” Phantom waggled her finger at the ‘patient.’ “It simply can’t be helped. I was hoping to have you on my side from the start to help ease me into the operations of the facility, but no - I’m afraid I’ll have to treat you like any other patient. Well, not quite like any other patient.”
“Right,” said Dante, “you’ll treat me with all the affection you can, because you know how badly you want to be in my place.”
Phantom scrunched her brow, leaving the room for a moment and returning with an unexpected visitor.
“I’ll have you know,” said Phantom, “That I’ve got no desire to be your little plaything. And just for that, I want to give you something to think about while you’re being handled.”
Phantom wheeled in a woman strapped in to a wheelchair - a common device in the facility - wearing a tight pink rubber suit. Around her neck was a dark posture collar. Her head was enclosed in a tightly-laced hood, over which was locked an air mask matching Dante’s and even a conditioning visor.
The villain strutted around the rubberclad prisoner for a moment. “Recognize her?” she said.
Dante licked his lips. “With no skin to be seen and no identification, I - well, I have a guess…” he said, noting her curves and body type. It was very familiar to him. His fear - and lusts - were absolutely on point. Phantom unlaced the hood, loosening it up, removing the conditioning visor and mask, and showing off a pair of glassy, glowing eyes. Dante gulped. He instantly knew that it was none other than his wife, Rosa - he’d recognize that dark skin and body anywhere, even if nothing else was visible.
Phantom took a seat in Rosa’s lap. Beneath the hood and mask, Rosa was still pleasantly gagged with a bright red ball. She stroked her ears, running a hand under her chin. “Are you feeling well, dear?”
Rosa moaned something in the affirmative. Dante was speechless. He tried to form words, but couldn’t. Maybe that gas had been more effective than he realized. The dominatrix stroked Rosa’s chin, watching her head lull slightly in a squirmy haze.
“I wanted the last thing you see to be your lovely wife in my clutches. Don’t worry. I’m going to take the best possible care of her. Privately, too. I see no reason to leave her in your little facility, though she was the first one I captured. Maybe once I have full control over the place, I’ll have the both of you together as my toys. But! To do that, we’re going to have to do a few tests first… and I’m afraid I can’t let you leave.”
Dante’s body was weakened and defeated, but he could feel his heart racing. The sight. The sound. The smell. The thought of his situation had excited him in new and unexpected ways; his growing need was visible, his body was warm with excitement. The touch of Phantom’s hands as she unbuckled every strap was like candy; sweet, and leaving him craving more.
She lifted him out of the exam room, taking him to the hallway where two of Phantom’s masked-up soldiers were waiting with a long stretcher. One was eagerly waiting with a straitjacket for him, the other preparing equipment on the stretcher.
Phantom herself made sure that he was not going to escape; this doctor was key to the operation, and she needed him conditioned and begging at her feet as a sweet little rubber toy. With Phantom holding him still, the two troopers fitted his mittened hands into the sleeves and zipped the jacket behind him. She also enjoyed the knowledge that he was feeling her body rubbing against his all the while. That this touch would be stuck in his head for the next few weeks… and the last thing he saw was Phantom toying with his beloved.
Jacketed up, the two soldiers carefully loaded him onto the gurney, locking him down with a series of straps and preparing the last item needed for storage. Dante was starting to struggle again - which was good. Seeing him squirm made Phantom beam, grinning from ear to ear as he tried - and failed - to escape his own institution’s equipment.
She herself was the one to show off the matching mask and hood.
“This one’s just for you. I actually took it from your office earlier. I wonder if you made it for yourself? Maybe deep down you were always waiting for someone to come for you. Now you get to enjoy it.” It was a snug-looking rubber hood with a pair of small, dark lenses for the eyes. The area around the nose and mouth were open, but only because it was meant to be mated with another tight oxygen mask, with a long tube running to a mysterious pinkish-red gas tank on the gurney…
Phantom put the powdered hood over his head, leaving his mouth gasping and begging for a moment. Maybe he even called her mistress - a nice thought, but not enough to let him free.
All gurneys featured a security vac-seal, a thin layer of latex to keep patients - even restrained ones - in place and protected against any contact or fluids. It did a lovely job of highlighting Dante’s body, the restraints, and also providing a nice barcode and instructions for anyone to see. DO NOT RELEASE. CONTACT PHANTOM. Very simple.
The only opening was around his head. Phantom saw his face pop through, and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips - the last area of flesh still visible - before finally locking the mask over his mouth. She could hear a long, lusty groan almost echo in the sound-dampening halls as he was locked down and anonymized.
“Take him to observation for the evening. If he’s good, you have permission to use him; milking equipment is readily available. And if he’s not being well-behaved… well, let me know and I have an excuse to visit him.”
The soldiers nodded and wheeled the doctor away to get a taste of his own medicine.