Ida backed slowly into the grimy concrete wall, heart pounding, eyes darting left and right, wishing so desperately that she still had her service firearm. Phantom, with her green eyes glowing in the dim light of the basement, advanced.

Behind her stood an imposing goon, a big man whose muscles were daring Ida to defy Phantom's commands.

“I really wouldn’t recommend fighting back, Ida,” Phantom warned sweetly, twirling a length of silver tape in her fingers.

“My friend here has very little patience, and I have even less. Though if you want to be black and blue before we have our fun, be my guest and throw a punch.”

Swallowing hard, Ida raised her hands cautiously.

“Very good, Agent Lawson. And yes, as you can see, I do know your name, and I know it well. Quiet please. No talking during our meeting here unless you want me to blow your cover, and I’m sure the other businesswomen here won’t be as nice as I will be.”

Phantom stepped forward. The basement of the Swiss Chalet was dim, with light pouring in from the ground level above, and sunshine through basement lightwells, and a few dim lights in the large storage area. Ida had been sent in to infiltrate what seemed to be a gathering of fearsome super-criminals, unethical donors, and terrorisic evildoers. Unfortunately, her cover had been blown, and Phantom was busy toying with her instead of just turning her over to the other villains.

Toying with her like a cat with its food, meticulous and vicious. Phantom stepped forward. “Face the wall.”

Ida obeyed, turning to face the cold, rough concrete as Phantom pulled Ida's wrists sharply behind her back. Immediately, Ida felt the kiss of tape encircling her wrists, binding them cruelly together. First into tight balls, then tape over her balled up fists, then wrists together after that.

“Oh, I can tell you're going to be fun...”

Layer after relentless layer of tape circled Ida’s wrists and lower arms.

“...The brave ones always are. And you’re putting on SUCH a brave face!”

Ida winced at the biting pressure, knowing Phantom was intentionally making each wrap tighter than the last. She tried to maybe go for a kick, but remembered the hired thug. She instead just tried to make some noise, rubbing up against the wall, feeling its cold texture against her tight white suit. Something, anything that might make someone come downstairs… but no. Phantom was already working on Ida’s elbows, forcing them sharply together and taping them into an impossibly tight and thoroughly inescapable bond.

“Nngh!” Ida gasped from the sudden discomfort, the sharpness of her chest thrust forward involuntarily.

“You’re quite flexible, Ida. SABRE training, I’m sure. Well, I don’t think they trained you in EVERYTHING I can , and will, do to you.”

Phantom was having such wondrous fun. She wrapped tape all over, up and down, in big thick bands. Wrists. Ankles. Far too much, really being luscious about it. Groping leather and tight white blouse. Tape around Ida's chest, pinning her arms uselessly against her torso and accentuating every delicate curve. Ida squirmed uselessly, feeling every opportunity for escape vanishing rapidly with each passing second. Occasionally she made eye contact with Phantom or her goon.

Time passed. The domina was satisfied, Phantom knelt, taking special pleasure in tightly binding Ida’s ankles, calves, and knees, cinching zip-ties brutally secure. They all dug painfully into Ida's slender figure, locking her legs immovably in place… oh dear, oh dear… Idea realized just how much trouble she was in when Phantom got ready for the gag. Clipped a pair of heavy steel handcuffs around Ida’s wrists. Taped up her legs. Had some kinky groping fun.

“Find us someplace hidden downstairs, Francois, I’m going to need some privacy… and a place to store and get rid of Ms. Lawson.”

Bound with strict silver tape, and then restrained further with a series of zip-ties, Ida was in deep trouble. This sub-basement of the resort where she’d hoped to infiltrate was filled with industrial gear, cleaning solutions, old box-cutters, cardboard, and peril! Bound oh-so-tightly in her iconic spy outfit, but then viciously gagged, she was squirming atop a flattened large cardboard box as Phantom tormented her.

“I love the look of your jacket, Ida.”

This gave her pause. A few more seconds of life! A few more moments to figure out an escape plan! Yes, she stared at Phantom, muffling something through her fatly gagged lips.

Igghhh yyyouuu wmmmmggt engnhh…

If you want it… you can have it…

“...oh that’s so generous of you,” Phantom said, perfectly translating Ida’s gagged speech. Phantom was a natural at it. She’d long since lost track of how many peoples’ gagged groans and grunts and conversations she’d needed to understand. “BUT, generous as it is, I don’t think I’m your size. I’m a bit more petite, a bit wider. You’re slender. No no, it wouldn’t fit. I’ll let you keep it for the rest of your short life.”

“Nnnhgghghooo mryeeghhh…”

Ida’s lips and mouth, so sexy, so pert, were so brutally filled. Absolutely criminal. Ida had made a note of the despicable nature and the sick pleasure with which Phantom had done the deed; first a hefty sponge dosed with something, then tape, then more tape… and then more tape. Absolutely sickening. Ten merciless spins around her head, sealing her words away forever. And as if that weren’t enough, Phantom had taken a cruel pleasure in using a hair dryer afterward, carefully heating the adhesive until the tape shrank tight, squeezing Ida’s jaw painfully shut. Her lovely lips and delicate jawline would likely require weeks to recover, time she certainly did not have.

Phantom was enjoying it, though, drawing a luscious fake pair of lips over Ida’s smooth tape…Then, with wicked satisfaction and mocking tenderness, she leaned in and planted a firm, possessive kiss directly onto Ida’s silenced mouth.

Ida blushed (or at least, turned more red with fury and fear than she already was) as she tried to squirm away, but the domina’s strong, firm hands easily tilted her head back.

“Tsk… here I was trying to be sweet, and you’re having none of it. Such an annoying spy, no gratitude or class, no desire to play along. You didn’t say a single word when I was first tying you.

You bitch, I - you wanted me quiet! You said no talking!

“Maybe if you’d been more FUN during that little session we had, I’d be convinced. But you just didn’t impress me. Body, sure, but personality? I’m afraid that beauty is more disposable than it used to be, so I’ve no need to keep you.”

“Hlllll rrrrrayyy…”

“And look at that, even during our gagged kisses, you couldn’t be a good partner; lean into it and enjoy it, or resist and put on a good show! Tsk tsk, I’d give you critique, but you won’t really need it. In short, I’ve done a bit of math, and I’ve found that I’ve got no need of you. An agent of SABRE might just be a distraction in my collection.”

Phantom was lying… surely! She was just saying this to get a rise, to create panic! Ida was hoping and praying and thinking that Phantom wasn’t normally this cruel, not what the dossiers said, surely this was just a ruse… surely?

“Therefore your services are no longer needed, and it’s time to get rid of you. I trust that your replacement, your successor, will be more amenable to my demands, Agent Lawson.”

Ida shook her head viciously as Phantom fitted a perfectly clear plastic bag over Ida’s head. The nerve! The horror! Amidst her growing peril, Phantom took the time to wrap the silver tape over her neck once, twice, three times, just to make sure the bag wouldn’t rip, wouldn’t come off, and wouldn’t provide any air as she began to desperately squirm and thrash. The scent of her own perfume and exhaled CO2 made her heart blaze with growing emotions, and she viciously shook on the ground, trying to get it off!

“You’re just wasting air, dear. I’d be more judicious if I were you. Really though, I’m being kind, I’m ensuring there won’t be any mess when the hotel staff come down to clean in a few hours. Though of course, I’ll be upstairs enjoying a fine glass of wine, toasting to your demise.”

Ida struggled, trying to rub her face against the ground to rip the bag, to no avail, as Phantom began to watch. She had air, but it was going away by the second.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god, I have to get out of this. I can’t panic.

HUFF… HUFFF… the sound of rip-resistant plastic in her ears, and her own hot, claustrophobic breath. It was enough to drive a girl mad. Ida’s body writhed on the unforgiving concrete floor. As she wriggled, a bound, imperiled, danger-prone worm, she had to take stock of her situation. Silver tape cruelly binding her arms and torso inescapably tight, some rope here and there, tight zipties over other spots, and in the basement to a basement under an isolated ski resort filled with villains.

Snowy outside, with cold surface of century old stone pressing sharply through the thin barrier of plastic against her burning cheek. She twisted frantically, rolling onto her side, rubbing her bagged face desperately against the abrasive ground. It only reminded her how tight the tape was around her neck instead. No air. Not even a little. No no no…. She redoubld her efforts, thrashed harder, every movement draining more precious oxygen from the rapidly shrinking supply within the plastic prison encasing her head. Ida’s lungs burned, her pulse thundered in her ears, and yet beneath the desperate fear surged an undeniable, dark excitement that she’d never, ever admit. (Though she suspected that Phantom had seen the gleam in her fearful eyes before departing.)

The sensation of the cold ground against her skin, through the bag, matched with the darkness was enough to make her absolutely quiver. Ida groaned, but Phantom was already departing and humming a jaunty tune, curious if she’d ever need to ‘deal’ with Ida again…

PMNNGGH-HMMMG!H Ida shouted through her gagged lips. Lungs burned fiercely. Every strained breath brought the bag in, and out, depleting precious oxygen. She couldn’t hold back her panic (or perhaps could’t deny a dark thrill she was having) and she wildly screamed.

MMMMMMMGGGGHH!!!!!!

The high-pitched pleading echoed against claustrophobic plastic, but, to her surprise, delight, and horror… it brought Phantom back. Ida’s pulse thundered. Phantom’s heels were clicking on cold stone.

“Oh Ida… I thought we’d finished our conversation. But did I hear something? Were you pleading for mercy, agent?”

Ida whimpered, nodding frantically, YES!

Phantom sighed theatrically. “Mmm. If you insist.”

A brief rush of relief washed over Ida. Phantom knelt beside her captive, fingers brushing teasingly along the plastic that tightly encased Ida’s face. For a tantalizing instant, Ida believed her tormentor might release her from the suffocating bag.

“MMNGGF! MMmhmmmhmm!”

Instead, Phantom reached for another roll of silver tape, pulling it taut with wicked intent. The sound made her heart drop.

“Actually… you’re making a bit too much noise for my tastes....”