The intense squeaking of rubber was so intense that it almost echoed, but the padded floor and the locked door helped to quiet the prisoner’s sounds.

Jeanette wasn’t interested in quiet. She wanted to hear her plaything’s every sound, every utterance, and every squeak. She gently slapped the inflated smell bag around her captive’s neck. It made a pleasant sound, almost like a beach ball. A bit silly, but appropriate for her heavy rubber slave.

Dressed in purple and black, covered in rubber almost entirely from head to toe, and wildly squeaking as she rolled on the floor. Jeanette grinned, holding a crop in her hand. Jeanette herself was dressed in a red and yellow catsuit which nicely accentuated her vibrant orange hair.

But the thing on the ground barely qualified as a person; dollies weren’t people, they were just toys for her pleasure. She had arrived as Phantom, but Jeanette was thinking now she’d never let her leave. Besides, that would mean taking her out of all this nice gear, and Jeanette had spent so long preparing this trap… it would be just a pity to let her go.

The black rubber suit was just the start, but it was a good one - it lit every inch of her from top to bottom in a nice, hugging, ebon embrace. Zippers and openings would allow use of the dolly, and the hood featured plenty of anchor points for attachments.

Over the black was plenty of lilac purple trim. A corset; a belt, long stockings attached ot it. It meant that every time she moved, she could feel her rubber adhering, stifling her, making it more difficult to do anything but stand or sit and be a nice doll. She would have difficulty bending her arms, her legs, difficulty resisting or squirming away. Her arms were shackled in thick mitts, and locked in place with gorgeous gold-colored metal.

A spreader bar kept her arms restrained, keeping them stifled quite severely. She could wiggle them, but not get them any closer to rest or any farther to stretch. It was a cruel - and absolutely warranted - punishment.

Jeanette looked at the most notable addition around her neck; an inflated smell bag. The first purpose was pressure - glorious, restrictive pressure to keep a good doll thinking on her place. It squished against her neck, preventing her from moving her head like a posture collar. That lovely tightness seemed to massage her neck, teasing her sensitive and erogenous spots while also providing a second function.

Phantom couldn’t stop breathing in hypnotic, arousing S-gas if she tried; the bag carefully ensured that, with its attached mask locked to her face, the only thing she’d be breathing was Jeanette’s air.

The domme stared at her toy, gently nuzzling her with her boot. She turned the rubber dolly over, forcing her to show her rear and restrained arms, squeaking on the padded floor. How lovely.

Jeanette decided it was time for some fun, picking her up and staring at her. She slipped off the blindfold, glimpsing the glassy, aroused green eyes of her new captive. Phantom was pouting.

Jeanette laughed. “What’s wrong, Phantom? Don’t you like your new room?” The cruel domme grinned wide, hearing Phantom grunt.

“Mmff! Mngn-mngh!” 

“It’s perfect for a rubber bitch like you!”

“Mmnngggh!” 

Jeanette gently gestured Phantom’s eyes downwards, where the domme was equipped with a generous strap-on. She circled it with her fingers, luxuriously demonstrating to Phantom’s wide eyes the massive, breaking plug that she’d soon be using to absolutely fill Phantom.

Lubricated, lewd, and eager to break her toy, Jeanette was so very gentle in pulling on the zipper between Phantom’s legs, revealing her womanhood beneath.

She could hear the mewling sound coming from Phantom’s gagged, gassed mouth. She loved it; loved to hear the begging, gurgling. Jeaneatte turned Phantom around, grabbing her from behind before finally deciding to have her way. She ran her fingers over Phantom’s chest.

The toy quivered, breathing in deep. Jeanette grinned. She knew that the concoction of gas mixed two things that were perfect for Phantom. The first was a hearty dose of S-Gas, which would keep her aroused and needy, elevating her libido and keeping it high as long as she was forced to breathe it in. Jeanette already knew Phantom was a needy slut, but she’d never say it. Now that she’d spent a day enjoying her gas, Jeanie was confident that Phantom was absolutely begging and wet.

The second was the pungent aroma of rubber; only real perverts like Phantom would beg for it. Luckily for Phantom, she was too heavily gagged to possibly beg or use her words. Jeanette loved seeing a powerful domina reduced like this. Not only did she not have the ability to speak, she was forced to use her body instead to beg and plead.

Phantom was starting to wiggle her hips left and right. Jeannie knew what she wanted; Phantom wanted her. She wanted to be used, abused, slapped, filled, humped and rammed and used like a littly dolly. The domina ran her fingers over Phantom’s hips, steadying her wiggling. The victim had some rather nice curves; very pleasant to touch, warm and inviting and thick. Her thumbs touched the latex stockings sealing up her legs, gently testing at the stretchy material that kept Phantom in multiple layers of tight bondage. Surely the little plaything was just in heaven - or hell - with all of this equipment. Tight, hot, sweaty, steamy, and utterly at the mercy of a mistress. Jeanette knew that this was the fate of all who imagined that they could out-dominate her!

Her victim’s hips were rocking again. She was asking as clearly as she could, without words, that she wanted to be used. Jeanette knew it. It was the look in Phantom’s eyes; fearful, pathetic, desperate. It was a look that the red-haired domme had seen before; only in those that really needed something lewd.

Phantom had waited long enough; it was time to show the bitch her place as Jeanette’s rubber slut! She gently forced her down to her knees. Jeanette ran her fingers over Phantom’s face first before shoving her strap on up against Phantom’s cheek. It was practically too big to fit in her mouth… but the gagging, choking sounds proved that it was practical enough.

“I think you like it!” Jeanette cackled. “I wonder if you’ll beg… if you’ll present…”

She let Phantom turn to her knees on her own volition. The former villain was on her knees, showing her rear to Jeanette, unable to turn her masked and compressed head back to see Jeanette’s cruel grin as she finally decided to enjoy her prize. Fitting the lubricated toy inside her slut had never been so deserved.

The mewls, moans, and yelps filled the cell as Jeanette finally had her fun late into the night… her rubber slut’s moans of pleasure were only drowned out by Jeanette’s evil laughter and taunts!

“Since you like it so much… I guess you’ll just have to stay as my rubber prisoner. Forever!” 

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