Aria was gently toying with another club-goer. "Gently" in this case meant having them tightly tied to an X-Frame and slowly rubbing the tip of her crop around their head and chest, building anticipation for a pleasantly firm grope or stupendously stinging smack.

The high-pitched 'kkcrrrck" sound she heard wasn't leather against rubber, though - it was the door being removed from its hinges as the notorious Rehabilitation Officer Bass entered the club.

The club was silent for a moment until Aria stood up. The creak of her playtime catsuit was the only noise as she walked forwards. "That's me. Is there a problem, officer?"

Bass was already pressing her against the (conveniently padded) wall by the time she was reading her rights.

"Your crimes include kidnapping, kidnapping of an official, conspiracy, conspiracy to distribute goods under false pretenses, general villainy of the second degree..."

Aria yelped. "That can't be right! It's a frame-up! You must have the wrong person. I'm Aria Warden!"

Bass pressed her tighter against the wall. "Add impersonating an official state warden to the list of crimes."

Warden Aellyn sat watching as Aria was "processed" to begin her stay. She raised a device to her mouth to record her observations.

"Subject has not yet been given a prisoner number, as she is currently not registered. As such, there is no record of her being checked in. Aria Warden is all mine."

She stared at the glass tube which held her newest acquisition. She was squirming quite furiously with her arms trapped behind her back and mittened.

"Observations - subject did not resist arrest physically, but was very troubling to bind and pack for transport. She has a lot of extraneous attitude."

Aellyn continued. "...and a rather extraneous chest size as well." She raised her head from her recording device to shout at Aria.

"It's a one-way system, my dear! I'd hate for any of my inmates to bribe the guards or say anything that might change their mind on the encasement process at the last second, so I've had your tube totally soundproofed. Obviously, the transmitters will let you hear and see anything that I want you to see, but not the other way around."

"Investigators are currently exploring the charges. An anonymous tip came down last week, informing me where Aria would be and giving us a hearty helping of her crimes. The only one who'd have such information is a co-conspirator. My best guess is that someone wanted Aria out of the picture. Fine by me. She's such a pretty little thing, and the world outside is harsh. She'll be much nicer here as part of my collection."

"My working theory is that a certain pale-skinned cyborg sold her out. If so, then I've got to have them make amends. It wouldn't do to have their relationship end with a cruel betrayal. I'll have to add her to my collection as well. So many places to put her... so many nice wall sconces to encase her in, or outfits to have her wear, or exercise regimens to teach her. That'll come in time. I particularly think it'll help to have Miss Aria joining my force as a guard, just as Officer Bass did."

She raised her head. "Not to worry, dear. The tape will only shrink by about 15%, and your needs will all be taken care of. Try not to struggle too much or I'll have to send you through a second time!"

The prisoner's black hair seemed t o stand on end when she realized the intense mummification she was about to endure. Aria stared down to see rapidly-winding tape going up from her ankles to her thighs and calves and squeezing her chest oh-so-tightly!

"Addendum for subject Aria :subject is immune to brainwashing or mind control. Will need additional attention for conversion. Perhaps a thorough regimen of overstimulation alternated with chaste denial will get her attention."

Aria's shouts were almost audible as the tape began to finish. A thick black layer of high-tech rubber started to engulf her, beginning at her bottom and letting her squirm as it went higher and higher. The applicators made sure to leave no seam; after all, these precious prisoners needed to be protected. Aellyn simply wouldn't allow any harm to come to her sweet slaves, least of all her prized trophies like Aria.

"I'm sure you're enjoying this. You can thank me later. That thick rubber will keep you nice and comfy while I make further arrangements. It's like no time will pass at all, dear - well, except for when you'll be recieveing my attentions. I've been known to make minutes feel like days. Trust me, though, you'll come to appreciate it."

The prisoner groaned and moaned. That second layer was blissfully, crushingly tight. It'd shrink a tiny bit more, too, really restricting her and laminating the raven-haired criminal in glorious, unbroken, shining rubber.

All that rubber wasn't going to be a solid block, though. If she wanted , the Warden would simply have her glued into a solid block of nano-resin and used as a display piece in the lobby. While fun, she was making sure that there was the barest amount of squirming and movement possible. After all, Aellyn already planned a few very intimate sessions with Aria. Touching and properly training her was going to be a joy, and she wanted that squirming, rubber-laminated mynx to feel every moment of it.

Aellyn allowed herself a few moments of quiet as the process was finished. She stepped towards the machine and opened the glass port in order to inspect the goods.

True enough, she was properly packed! Aellyn ran her gloved fingers along the smooth curves where the barest outline of Aria's face still remained. She thought she heard a muffled grunt, but it might have just been the machinery cooling down.

Massaging hands lowered to her statue's chest. She generously rubbed, taking soft handfuls and massaging her teats with her thumbs. It was scintillating, and running her hands all the way down just helped to remind Aellyn what a good Warden she was. This woman would be an absolute snack; the sort of prisoner that she'd only rarely get and certainly never let go.

The Warden tapped Aria twice on the cheek and shut the door. She raised her device to record another note, but thought the better of it. Aellyn left the encasement room with a spring in her step and a satisfied smile.