Aylee was so delighted by the sight of the penthouse that she didn’t even see the note. Phantom had to guide her to it.

“Miss Mistwood,” said Phantom. “I think that there’s a little gift for you. Over there. The table? By the note?”

The penthouse was modern, expensive, and rarely used. Phantom was greedy enough to let it drive the rents up for everyone and everything else within a three-block-radius, despite her rarely aboding there. It was a luxury; one to be given freely, in her own perverse way, to guests and friends and contacts and even enemies.

Aylee took the note, printed out on typing paper next to a small basket of chocolate.

    “To my dear Aylee - I’m closer than you think, and I’ll see you soon. 

    -Molly”

Aylee blushed. “Well, this is pretty elaborate. Y’know, I honestly thought she was trying to get a rise out of me when she sent me a text the other day.”

“Oh?” said Phantom. “You mentioned a message earlier.”

Aylee nodded, then continued. “Well, she just said that we had a new place to stay for a few days. I thought that there was a termite infestation or something, but no - she then just said she had a friend with an opening, and a long holiday weekend to spend it on and… well! I didn’t think it would be quite this luxurious.”

As Aylee paced around the room, Phantom shrugged. “Well, did she say anything else?”

“Only that I’d see her tonight. I wonder if she has something special planned?”

Phantom tapped her nose. “I think I know what’s going to happen, but it would be impolite of me to say. But! We could have lunch first, and you could tell me all about your time with Molly.”

Aylee nodded. “That sounds lovely. I guess… you only know her as Doctor Raviel, right?”

Phantom opened an alcoholic seltzer for Aylee and sat at the table.

Twenty meters away, under layers of drywall and a heavy door and strict latex and incredible bondage, Molly Raviel was in her own personal inferno. It was warm - not hot - but more maddening than anything she’d seen in her asylum.

Molly’s body was practically bursting out of the latex catsuit in which it was contained. She groaned loudly, moaned wildly, and flailed as she tried to break out of the small cell in which she’d been locked.

It had started a few days ago with a not-at-all routine attempt to bring Phantom in to her asylum for an indefinite stay as a high-risk patient-prisoner. The attempt had failed due to her own arrogance, and the result was that Dr. Molly Raviel had fallen prey to Phantom’s machinations. Perhaps the greatest insult of all was Phantom stealing Molly’s phone, and even breaking her code… and then forcing Molly to watch as she sent a few tantilizing text messages to her lover Aylee, inviting her to a penthouse that her “dear friend Phantom” was going to loan them.

And, true to her word, she set up a time and space for them to meet - but not the way Molly would ever have wanted. For example, the ideal date night would not have involved a small, padded foam-wall cell in the penthouse. Phantom had shown it to her, demonstrating that it was totally soundproof and fairly comfortable - if a bit claustrophobic.

The bondage was exquisite, though Molly would never, ever have admitted it. Phantom started with a blisteringly tight latex catsuit. It hugged her body like nothing else, carefully designed to tease and hug her curves. Her breasts were supported, her hips and thighs and toes all properly packed behind a layer of shiny black.

But that wouldn’t have kept a Raviel sister for long. That’s what the spider’s web of straps was for. Phantom started at the ankles, but then went above and below the knees. Every strap was ultra-high-tensile rubber; sturdy, thick, and feeling closer to some industrial packing material than fetish gear.

The straps around her thighs were two-fold, and all of them bit against Raviel’s generous flesh. Never enough to cause damage. But always enough to make her really look, and feel completely bound.

The boned corset made for an extra-nice spot to bring all the straps together, too. All over her body, they mated and matched and met at rings along the corset; it was a uniting feature for the other restraints, both visually and literally. Phantom bound them all together with a nice, thick metal padlock that jingled just underneath her breasts - which had also been squished in a few nice straps.

The lock wasn’t going to come off without Phantom’s permission, thanks to a heavy armbinder and another strap along her biceps. Molly had been moaning, groaning, and resisting but there was only so much that she could do once she was reduced to nothing more than a rubber-clad slave with a big mouth. Phantom made sure the mouth had something to do, though. She wasn’t cruel! A tight, form-fitting hood with lace and an opening for her mouth, and a thick plug-gag between her lips… and, all of this kept in place by a heavy harness panel-gag. It was a five-point harness, with two each on her cheeks and a heavy strap over the top of her head ensured total quietude and an absolute inability to do anything other than beg or moan.

But that was the injury; the act of kidnapping her and dragging Aylee into this. The insult was the headphones in her ears. Every single thing that Aylee did, Phantom broadcast to Raviel.

Molly wasn’t sure if there was aphrodisiac gas in the chamber, or if hearing Aylee happy was doing something to her, but her righteous fury was tempered with a growing arousal. The knowledge that Aylee was so close, yet so far. That she couldn’t warn Aylee… and, maybe worst of all, that Aylee was having a brilliant time of it!!!

As afternoon turned to evening and the lunchbreak ended, Aylee shivered with anticipation - and so did Molly - as Phantom maneuvered the two of them together for a surprise neither would forget.

===

Molly Raviel groaned. She was at the table, squirming in her sack, her armbinder, her cruelly restrained body, straining against the straps and groaning at the gently thrumming sensations from her suit. She also squeaked her silky-tight form against her bonds at every little mmph and mmn she heard from just across the table.

For only a few steps away was the other guest, Aylee Mistwood. Stripped to her underwear and tightly restrained with rope and tape against a dining chair, she was helpless to do anything but mewl and moan as Phantom gently kneaded her form, nuzzled her sensitive spots, and pinched and prodded new and exciting sounds from her.

Knowing that her lover was right there, just out of reach… and that she was almost enjoying herself at Phantom’s groping insistence was almost enough to make her…

MMNFFF!