“Silver was always your color.”
“Mmfmfgh?!”
“You’re right, it needs some more contrast.”
Phantom was leaning and glowering over the bank-teller, exhibiting all the domineering glee of a director on a movie set. The teller’s sunset skintone contrasted nicely against the pale, pure silver of the deployed tape that covered a sizeable portion of her body.
The first, second, and third parts of any heist - at least in Phantom’s mind - were all related to the staff. There was the joy of deploying all kinds of expensive gadgets and gizmos to have them restrained. There was the chance to see and play and possibly keep some security for her own use. And of course, there was the taunting of her captive audience. Phantom was busy on the third step, and taking her sweet time!
She ran her fingers over the teller’s form. She was practically sealed in silver from the mouth down, with just a few gaps here and there letting her secretarial attire show through. Phantom just loved seeing a captive all taped up, and getting the chance to say things so mean she’d never quite be willing to say them to a friend.
“All right, hold still,” Phantom said. She pulled out a tube of lipstick and began to gently draw a pair of ruby red lips over the smooth, gagged features of the teller. She groaned, moaned, and mewled but tried her best to stay still. She’d seen what had happened to the others.
Kr-CRASH.
Phantom turned her head to the left, back towards the front door of the bank and past the teller’s desk. When she looked back at her ‘canvas,’ she realized that she’d messed up and left a big streak of red over the poor hostage’s mouth.
“Tsk. Well now you’re no use to me.”
“MMMFF! MM-MMGH!”
“Life’s not fair, I know. Deal with her.”
A pair of Phantom’s catsuit-clad cohort proceeded to finish taping up the unlucky hostage before gently placing her in a pile of other ‘rejects’ that had earned Phantom’s ire - or caught her eye. The half-dozen squirming victims were being sacked up and locked for processing back at a MirageCorp facility.
Phantom tried to see who had caused the crash, but the lobby was empty, with all the patrons or staff that she’d wanted already tied up. She tried to take a look around the lobby, leaning over the teller’s desk… only to feel herself go flying forwards, into the main lobby and collapsing into a couch.
“Gotta keep your head up, Phantom!” said a voice. Phantom’s head was spinning, but she quickly saw the interloper - Abbility, the halfling heroine for hire. She’d been laying flat, dodging Phantom’s view while she deployed her famous gravity manipulation powers. “Or should I say, head down!”
Phantom braced herself. “Going to come at me like a bullet? I’d be careful if I were you, I’m in a tape-heavy mood.”
Ability tapped her feet against the ground. “No need to hit hard when a careful hit…”
She began running up the wall, effortless channeling gravity to send her skyward.
“...will do!” The hero and Phantom engaged in a fierce fight as she went in for a kick from behind Phantom. She was literally running circles around the villain!
They were locked in close combat, carefully deflecting blows from each other’s fists. Phantom was definitely on the defensive. Every strike was parried, but only just. Her brawling ability had her sweating, darting left and right and trying to avoid the gravity-enhanced blows. Abbility was seemingly everywhere she needed to be at once, and Phantom had difficulty reacting; she just couldn’t move fast enough to put herself in a blocking position.
But… she could predict where Abby was going to land.
Phantom flipped backwards, crashing through a waiting room table. Dust and pens went flying into the air, and a rain of mint candies flipped onto Phantom’s face. She was dazed, and started to get up… just in time to hear Abbility yelling.
“You didn’t have a ghost of a chance, Phantom!” she shouted. Abbility lunged through the air, about to deliver a knockout blow to Phantom… a blow which never came.
There was a gentle thud. Phantom rose her eyes up and took a look at the heroine, who had reduced her own gravity and given herself a slow descent against the wall. Phantom smiled.
Abbility had fallen right into a tape-dispensing trap. The shortstack was already squirming, with super-tight adhesive tape locking her hands behind her head, and a few layers of silver going forward to cover her mouth!
Phantom stepped atop a chair and pulled her down. Phantom flopped into the chair, with her foe firmly in her lap.
“You need to be more careful, Abbility. I left that tape drone in the corner of the room nearly thirty seconds ago. But you maybe couldn’t see because of that cute mask.”
Phantom let Abby squirm, arching her back and flailing her legs as she peeled off Abbility’s mask to reveal… Abby.
“Wow. What a twist! Abby after all.” Phantom made a gentle pat pat against Abby’s cheek. “There there, I was bound to figure out who you were eventually. Bound to catch you one of these days. Just fortuitous that you decided to intervene today, when I had a bunch of tape-y toys to play with!
Phantom showed Abby the silvery tape before she started using it, letting her eyes see what kind of gear she had in mind. A compact, hovering dispensing tool that seemed to have a limitless supply of high-tensily, hard-to-rip, very very shiny silver tape. The smell was a bit different than classic industrial adhesive - better for scenes, Phantom said - but it felt pretty close. If anything, the thinness seemed extra-stretchy; better for adhering to nooks and crannies and avoiding wrinkles.
The villainess moved with the machined precision of an industrial iron removing any crease on a shirt. She VERY carefully took out a long strip, adhering it to Abby’s legs, and began to rotate it around and around with both precision and the kind of unflinching manhandling that only a machine was capable of.
Every squirm was stifled by Phantom pulling the on-lap captive tighter. The heat, the pressure, the crushing feeling of Phantom’s firm arms tugging in the halfling close… it was enough to make her relent after a few seconds.
“No gravity powers right now, dear. And no squirming either!”
“MMNFF!” Abby humphed.
“And no talking back!”
Abby humphed again, and Phantom smiled. “Actually… keep that up. Gag-speak is mandatory.”
Phantom spent thirty more seconds wrapping her up, getting to her upper hips. At the moment, she took a pause. The villain shifted, making Abby more comfortable, putting each of her hands on Abby’s chest and leaning in to her ear.
“I said mandatory, hon.” Abby made a mewling sound, groaning from the hot breath and gentle touches. It was an emission - and admission - somewhere between pleasure and annoyance, which was, in Phantom’s mind, the sweet spot.
Phantom smiled, not rewarding her verbally, and continuing up past Abby’s wait and chest. She tugged Abby’s hands down, forcing them to her side for the classic mummy-captive feel.
“One nice thing about catching you - it takes less time to have you all taped up,” Phantom said. Abby tried to say something rude before Phantom chuckled and shook her head. “I’m using less tape too.”
This, of course, meant that she had the freedom to apply an extra layer, focusing on important break-points. From the shoulders down, Phantom was liberal with her silver-tape, mummifying the heroine with extra reinforcement around her arms, calves, and thighs. Abby made for a particularly perfect victim in it all; curvy and cute and just absolutely impossible not to touch and handle.
Phantom had a certain physical force. Struggles and squirms were met with a firm, unyielding grasp. If that was too little, she’d apply some pressure around the half-pint’s stomach, or even her neck. The squeeze was enough to make the superheroine relent, but it felt like each time she was happily grabbing tighter. Phantom took great glee in feeling Abby buck and grind in her arms.
It meant that she was just enjoying the heat, the touch of her captive in unusual ways. Phantom was thoroughly handsy, and Abby was not particular compliant to gropage. She ran fingers over Abby’s form, starting at her chest and going down to her hips. The sensation of her fingers against tape was succulent, but it wouldn’t have been worth a thing if not for the wrappd halfling squirming within.
Tape was nice, but it was just a package for what lay inside - in this case, a heroine who was getting steamed up and was endlessly fun to touch.
“MMMFFFFF!”
“I know, I agree.”
Phantom pulled out a few accouterments to finish up the package; namely, some black rope and a few white nylon straps. Although probably not necessary from a restraint standpoint, Phantom DID love the aesthetic. What was better than Abby feeling biting pressure from extra devices? Extra layers , now contrasted by unique ways to feel bound and helpless? Yes, Phantom was SURE that Abby would appreciate it.
But, her time wasn’t super long. And this heroine had already ‘suffered’ enough. Abby was groaning , moaning, wriggling now, like a silk-encased victim. It was a good look for her, flopping and rolling on the floor and seeing her curves nicely squish as she bucked and tried to get up.
“All right, Abby,” said Phantom, “I’ve got one more thing for you.”
She pulled out her lipstick again, gently walking over to Abby and steadying the heroine with one hand.
“If you can stay still and I can draw a perfect pair of kissable lips, then you go free but I keep the hostages.”
“Mmfff? Rrff frrrrm?”
“But if I mess up - say, if you squirm for me, or maybe use your gravity powers… then I keep you, and leave the hostages here to be rescued.”
Abby’s eyes darted left and right.
“What do you think? Don’t answer that, not with gagged moans. How about I get to work, and see where we are in five minutes?”
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