Valeria felt the effects before she felt the heat. A bead of sweat on her forehead; a growing need to move. She squeaked to her feet, emitting the signature sound of unyielding and polished rubber.

The room was warm. Metal tiles and polished walls. Low, glowing lights that raised the ambient temperature. The eerie feeling of being watched. The curious, lingering feeling that many others had been in here before. The scent of rubber and her own musk.

She was warm. Her reconnaissance was going to be useless. Her body was almost completely sealed in a thick, tight, and highly resistant suit. Layers upon layers; a careful spider’s web of equipment that seemed designed to frustrate her.

She wanted to take off the tall thigh-high boots that compressed her calves and feet, but they were locked on with steel cuffs.

Val wanted to take off the cuffs, but her arms were locked in a heavy jacket that mixed strong straps and sturdy steel. She wanted to take off the belt, but it seemed to glow with a menacing crimson light.

“Mmnnggghh…” she groaned into her gag, feeling the hood compressing it within her jaw and lips. It was all interwoven, in a way.

Maybe she could scrape it off, remove it somehow. She pressed her body against the walls, grinding her hips and thighs in a desperate attempt to find a catch or release. The walls themselves seemed to radiate her heat, her struggles back at her. The spy huffed, trying her best to breathe in the rubber-scented air all around her. The fat gag in her mouth made it difficult.

There was something even worse. The heat without was nothing; the growing heat within gnawed at her. She groaned, falling to the floor, feeling pleasure start to wash over her. The knowledge that she was coated, locked, sealed, imperiled… it was doing something to her. Surely she was being gassed or drugged. Surely the thoughts weren’t working for her.

Another breath. The feeling of the hood against her face. It was as if her entire body was in a hug, one that was tightening. She was falling, deeper and deeper, into a warm and dark pit of lust. Pressure increased.

She stared at herself in the dull half-mirror reflection of the wall. This was no outfit for a spy. Spies didn’t have tight bonds that bit against her flesh, green lace and black rubber that seemed to distort and compress her body into a voluptuous object of art and attention. The belt seemed to glow brighter as she stared.

Another glow appeared beside her. She jumped with surprise. Within it was none other than Phantom, her target, her quarry, her final goal. The executive was drinking something tall and cool in a fluted glass before putting it down, wherein it disappeared.

The holographic blue glow of Phantom smiled, folding her hands for a moment and clearing her throat.

“I play more fair than you.” Phantom held her fingers aloft, and the holographic image displayed a timer, rapidly counting down. “You’ve got a bit less than an hour to escape.”

“Maybe there are some clues in the room. Or maybe you can just kick down the door with all that steel and rubber around your legs. Oh, how I wish I could kneel down and feel you quivering. Feel that growing heat on your body as you sweat and beg. But I’d rather watch from afar, enjoying drinks and the service of some of your other friends.”

She made no progress. She had hit the doors. She had searched for clues or hidden tools. Phantom had watched, waited, taunted her that escape was so close and yet so far.

“Time’s running out, Valeria. Soon, your suit will melt together and your bonds will lock. You’ll be mine.”

Valeria flipped on her side. Her brow filled with sweat. Her body stung with need. There was a fire between her legs, spread by every nerve and fiber to her entire body. The belt that bound her arms and legs denied her. It reminded her of her denial. It made her imagine a future of edging, lust, of begging at the feet of the malevolent villain.

She felt her knees quivering. How much time had passed? How much was left? She didn’t know. It was torture to wait. She was giving up on escaping, she realized. She had given up a long time ago. Maybe the moment she fell into Phantom’s clutches, she knew that the villain would never let her free. Valeria bucked against the air. Was it her imagination? Was her suit vibrating?

Squeaking rubber on the floor as she lay on her side. She wriggled left and forth, trying to grind her legs against the ground, hoping beyond hope that she’d enjoy some kind of release, gain some leverage. No such luck.

It wasn’t her imagination. Was it? The suit was vibrating – or maybe that was just her quivering. Edged. Needy. Denied. The psychosomatic response, perhaps? Or was it really happening? The vibrations going stronger. Traveling along every nerve and fiber of her body, welling up something inside her.

“I wonder what I’ll do with you when you lose. I could sell you back to your friends and you can go back to running around, trying to catch me. Maybe I’ll find a mad scientist who needs you as a rubber test subject. Oooh, I could have you as my footstool… or as a pillow. Wouldn’t that be nice, to greet me whenever I get home as a squirming object in my bed?”

Valeria must have been delirious in the heat. She could feel herself rolling on the ground, making clanks and squeaks, rubbing her ballgag against the floor to shove it further in her mouth. She imagined Phantom’s tall boot on the back of her head, pressing her down.

Cold air hit Valeria’s face. The infiltrator’s mind surfaced from the deep pits of lust; her eyes, the only part of her not fully coated by what was now surely sealed rubber, stared at a celestial light coming from… outside.

Phantom entered, knelt down. Heat left the room, draining away like a waterfall. The entire chamber, this rubber prison, this INCREDIBLE arousal that ran through her body. All it felt centered, emanating from this glorious dominatrix. Phantom stood before Valeria, putting her boot on Valeria’s skull, pressing her rubber-sealed head down against the soft padding of her cell. God, it was so much pressure.

She squirmed again, rubbing her body all over, against the cell. Please… she mumbled. That’s when she realized that the door was open. She could make it out, if she could… just.. Just move fast enough, far enough…

But with each and every passing second, Valeria knew that she was losing the battle. She wanted more. Needed more. She imagined Phantom strapping her down, humping her, touching her, holding her. Valeria’s brain seemed to short-circuit. Even though she knew that with just a little more effort, she could escape, she also knew that with every motion she made she was just grinding her body, aching for touch, for release, to be groped and used and abused and more.

Phantom leaned down, taking her boot off of her new toy’s head. “I knew that deep down, you’d make a better toy than a spy. My perfect rubber slut. Needy, horny, helpless. Mine to fill up and do anything I wish. I just finished designing a new rubber suit for you, dolly, and I can’t wait to get you dressed.”

She couldn’t take it. The words. The thought of what lay before her. Of being Phantom’s permanent rubber toy, of being reduced beyond measure. The thought made her squeal; a high-pitched sound of orgiastic bliss, of need, of a zzzap as a switch flipped in her mind.

Phantom saw her, and thought she’d help. She ran a finger over Valeria’s chastity belt, and suddenly it switched from denial to the most intense stimulation that Val had ever felt. It was is a lightning bolt had hit her, sending energy coursing from her womb to her spine and to every fiber of her being. The electric zap was followed by vibration, by heat, by the guarantee that yes, this was her future with no escape.

Phantom’s hands on her neck, pressing in tightly. On her chest, pinching, groping, taking generous handfuls of the spy-slut’s body as she squirmed and arched her back. Pinching her nose. Flipping her around. Manhandling her, and eventually simply holding her tight, tighter than she could imagine as the rubberslave’s body flailed and twitched.

Her toes flexed. She practically broke free from her suit, save for the steel and rubber holding her down. Holding her together. Her legs flailed as she continued, the orgasms seemingly going on and on until the timer had long since passed, until her fate was totally sealed, until she’d lost beyond losing.

Something stabilized her. The mistress was lying next to her, holding her, feeling the glowing afterglow.That’s when Valeria heard an evil laughter in her ear. She held a glowing hologram in her hand. The timer read 0:00.