She couldn't believe what was happening. She didn't want to believe it. Being mummified was surreal and intense; it almost made her feel like she was outside her body. The less she could move, the more this strange sensation increased. She wiggled left and right, testing the thick packing in her jaw. It was most definitely going to impossible to eject the gag from her lips - in part because of the three layers coating her face (tape, plastic wrap, and then another layer of electrical tape!)

The sounds that she could hear through the earbuds, padding, and tape consisted mainly of her own heavy breathing, the hiss of her captor's gas mask, and the constant rubbery squeak of tape and rubber. The captor didn't seem like much of a conversationalist.

The intruder ran her gloved hands all over the mummiform. The pathetic package grunted frequently. Maybe she was making sure of her handiwork - seeing to it that the seal was tight and impermeable. She hoped that the masked attacker was being affectionate; the captor had wrapped her curves to make sure that sensitive spots were still highly accessible. This pose made her so supremely vulnerable. Her chest, her back, her thighs, her rump were all taped and ready for a thorough molestation. Even if the captor didn't use any toys, those heavy touches were already driving her to maddening arousal.

All she could do was bat her one uncovered eye. Maybe she could communicate with her captor.

As the woman was lowered into the compartment, the masked attacker took a brief moment to add a final strip of tape, ensuring a total and impermeable seal...

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The poor woman here was caught totally unaware. Her shift in the office was cut short by the sudden introduction of sleeping gas into the radiator. She held her breath and found a safe spot, but it was all for naught - the gas stuck to her skin and permeated her body, sending her to a gentle and deep slumber despite her best efforts.

A mysterious assailant, right, was behind this unprovoked attack! Wearing a thick impermeable catsuit and gas mask, she was quite immune to the effects of her chemical attack. It didn't take long to strip the victim bare and seal her up in multiple layers of plastic wrap and tape.

In this illustration, the victim is being put into a nice little container... or is she? Maybe she's being taken out of said box for some heinous, horrible, and extremely kinky purpose!

_{Please ignore the green eye of the pictured character. It is an irrelevant detail. Honest.}

I saw a supremely intriguing little image series (seen here: phantomdotexe.tumblr.com/post/… or sta.sh/218vbrjvkxnb?edit=1 ) and just fell in love!

I did a quick story illustrating the idea (seen here!

The Insidious Voice You think my temperament was at fault? To insinuate, as I know you think and I know you will, that somehow it was a terrible lunacy that befalls me - it is to insult me most dearly, to break my actions down to barest of all elements. It is an inane thought to try and reduce all actions of a balanced, earnest, and honest human into base causes and reactions. Cause and effect, stimulus and response; in doing so, in attempting to render me so completely without agency and unfree you yourself admit that you’re a slave all your own! Such theories are the domain of the ivory tower, not of real people. You may not yet say it, but you think it; you think me mad, based on your shackled definitions of madness and sanity. And in doing so, you reveal your ultimate slavery!
My supposed “lapse” in judgement was nothing of the sort! Surely you can’t possibly consider me to have lost my judgement - not once I explain my actions. T </h3> Alternate: