Phantom gave the well-endowed curves of her captive a curt smack. The hefty clap of her hand against the generous chest of her recent plaything made a meaty sting. The captive made a terse grunt.

The sound amused Phantom, so she did it again, planting her palm on her captive's chest. Her breasts' jiggled as she bucked up and down against the chair that kept her restrained.

The rubber-clad captive mewled. Her high-pitched chirps begged for release, or at least for more. Phantom obliged, moving her hand down from the plaything's tits to her waist and thighs.

"Same hair, different curves. You have a bit more heft. The body of someone used to having things done for her, and to her." With her left hand, Phan gently thumbed around her slave's chest, gripping against her thigh with her other.

Nyx made another humiliated moan. This case of mistaken identity had started with a mysterious meeting at a park, and quickly progressed to capture followed by abduction. Anonymous security had started at her arms, folding her legs and waist into a fetal position before strapping a thick gag between her lips. After that, a quick vac-seal inside a suitcase and Nyx had been utterly disappeared.

Phantom gently stroked her slave's chin. The collar reduced, but did not eliminate, head movement and it elicited a sweet "no, no" shaking of her head.

"I have been told that you run an asylum. It's a good racket while you can keep it going. But one breakout and people start to lose faith... unless you can catch your captives afterwards. Or make sure nobody hears about said breakout. Sounds to me like a lot of work."

Phantom leaned in close, staring at Nyx's hood. It was a real thing of beauty. A thick black identity-destroying suit ran from neck to toes. Heavy polymer straps at her knees and ankles kept her attached to the interrogation chair. A wide and not-very-tight sheath around her waist did double duty of tucking in her waist while also restraining her arms in an armbinder. The side effect of forcing the wearer's chest out was a bonus Phantom would always utilize.

The hood was a personal favorite; thick, isolating, with integrated headphones and earcups to keep her listening to only what Phantom decided she'd hear. The nominally removable blindfold had also been sealed in place; squirming wouldn't help her any. She wouldn't be begging for help, either, with a fat plug-gag that tickled her mouth and throat. Something lewd to keep her busy in case she got bored.

A control collar could administer shocks and siphon energy, but its main purpose was to dampen sound. Phantom planted a kiss on Nyx's forehead and turned on the field. Nyx could hear, but couldn't be heard. Another heavy grope elicited grinding and moaning and groaning, all of which was almost inaudible.

"Honestly, your face and hair were very nostalgic for me," she said into the speakers. "But I've had enough fun with you and your cute little hairdo."

Nyx was put back at the park where she'd originally "met" Phantom, and spent the afternoon squirming like a black worm until someone was brave enough to take off her hood. It gave her plenty of time to contemplate choice words for Phantom when next they met.