“Is that iced tea?” asked Dr. Hope. She pointed at the amber cocktail sitting on the outdoor table. It ensconced a large shade-providing umbrella on which Phantom luxuriated.

“It’s a Long Island iced tea, so it’s a bit strong. Would you like some?”

Phantom took a sip, finishing the last of her highball glass.  Although her synthetic frame wouldn’t get a natural tan, it was always  gratifying to enjoy time in the sun. She didn’t even mind the other  guests; in fact, it was somewhat nice to have others at the resort. It  meant they could gaze upon her expertly-crafted curves, her one-piece  swimsuit, and her supreme confidence at drinking in an area that had  most certainly forbidden such activities.

“No thank you!” Said Hope politely. She ran a hand through her brown hair nervously.

“In that case,” said Phantom, “Could you pour me a drink?”

Hope smiled. Hope was sitting quite some distance out of reach  of the pitcher and the table, sunning herself. Meanwhile, Phantom was  well within reach. She swallowed.

“Can you get it? I… don’t want to pour you too much.” Hope  smiled nervously, not sure if she should feign weakness or try to  assuage Phantom’s ego.

Phantom huffed. “FINE,” she shouted with overt impertinence. “I’ll do it myself.”

She rudely raised a finger in the air, signaling over a waiter.

The next day, Phantom had figured out a solution to a problem she didn’t know she had.

She had attempted to stay somewhat under-the-radar with this  particular vacation, but it was the last day of summer - and she decided  to throw caution to the wind.

A few well-placed bribes earned her an hour of utter privacy at  the resort pool. But she didn’t need to pay for the extra service - that  much she ‘earned’ through intimidation, reputation, and entourage.

The problem was, of course, that when she needed a drink, it was  just barely too far away. The solution was to bring the drink closer.  And who better than her travelling companion, fellow inventor, and  comrade Doctor Hope?

Oh, certainly, Hope had tried her best to apologize. But it  wasn’t necessary. Phantom extracted a suitable redress through undress.  Hope was grabbed by a pair of Phantom’s obedient servants, undressed,  and brought to the CEO’s hotel room where she’d prepared a small  demonstration for her.

“Nice of you to join us, Hope,” Phantom said. She was relaxing  in a hotel bed, staring at the large closet. There weren’t any garments  hanging there, though; there was instead a pair of rubber-sacked  playmates, each of them moaning, mewling, and rubbing up against each  other in the closet.

Hope assumed that they were two of Phantom’s other traveling  companions - almost certainly Rebecca or Aria - but with the thick and  anonymizing rubber, who could say? Hope realized that she hadn’t seen  any of the other women that had joined them on this little vacation all  day.

Both of them were trapped in thick rubber; each of them with  their arms above their heads, locked to the clothes-rack. Their curves  were glossy, polished to a mirror shine - just like their heads. Smooth,  silky, with just a few outlines of features visible. Phantom was  watching the two of them like an evening show. The women groaned,  grinding and consistently rubbing their bodies up against each other.

The villain crossed her legs, smiling. “Don’t you worry, Hope,” said Phantom, “You’re not going to join them. They were ungrateful for the lovely trip I’ve brought them all  on, so now they get to spend the rest of the summer as my furniture.  But you…”

Phantom ran a finger through her hair, reaching for a hat to her right. “You can be much more useful. After all, what are friends for?”

The pool was empty save Phantom, her drink-server, and her floatation device. Which was, all in all, quite the crowd.

Especially when all three of them would occasionally muster out moans and grunts. Hope, especially.

Hope had been grabbed, suited up in a custom undersuit, and  restrained with some delectably tight tape. Phantom explained that the  heat which she’d feel would quickly help it melt into place, sealing her  suit’s arms and hobbling her legs together in a splendidly snug  embrace. It was going to feel vacuum-tight, to spread her inner fire across her body. The  squeaking, stretching sound of Hope’s suit being taped and wrapped was  already making the scientist blush.

But Phantom sadly couldn’t see if Hope was blushing, or  frowning, or really doing anything other than obeying her basic commands  due to the hood. Its two-layer system inflated slightly, keeping Hope’s  head in a smooth-yet-intensely-inflated embrace, and ensuring that her  packed mouth wasn’t going to do anything but chew on her gag.

Hope, like her other two companions, was waterproof under all  those layers of rubber, and she was carefully brought into the pool  alongside Phantom. That waterproof design allowed her captor to utilize a  few jury-rigged sensors and toys to work without any fear of zapping  Hope silly - unless she wanted her drooling from a few tasty shocks.

The rubber-sealed Hope was now being used as a pool-pal, a  glorified holder of Phantom’s favored drink. In a pitcher, with a glass  next to it, and a tray welded to her bosom, Hope was able to do nothing  but tread through the waist-deep water. Her motivation was simple, but  effective. As long as she was within arm’s reach of Phantom, she enjoyed  the tender stimulation of her suit; the knee-buckling, toe-curling,  mouthwatering sensations of warm and intense vibrations that seemingly  rattled her bones.

As Phantom’s drifting form moved away, they’d grow more gentle  before turning off… and the sting of an electric shock was to be the  final punishment for getting too far from her floating mistress, though  Phantom hadn’t seen it happen. Yet.

“What do you think, girls?” she asked her two companions. Both  of them had even less recourse than Hope. Each of the two had been  rubber-sealed as part of her floatation device; An extra layer that  served to sculpt, twist, and seal them together. Phantom was absolutely  in heaven, running her finger over their gentle curves, hearing the  occasional splash, and biting her lip at the knowledge that she was  floating atop two hot and horny vacationers.

“Hope?” Phantom said, noting that the depraved dolly was getting a bit far from Phantom - and therefore, being deprived.

Hope trudged forward through the water, mewling out something that Phantom couldn’t quite make out.

“You’re welcome,” said Phantom. She sipped and smiled.