"Beleth" was a favorite character. Maybe she'd stay as her for a while. Maybe not. Maye she always was Beleth. The Countess wasn't sure.
But Phantom? Phantom was going to stay like this for a good long time. Oh yes yes yes, "Beleth" had a modus operandi she had to obey.
The demoness was completely and utterly unparalelled in power. It came from many years and many victims. Luckily for most, she was uninterested in abusing her power - or so the story went. No need to be cruel or take over the world when you could have fun instead. Demons were single-track-minded like that. Everyone, as the stories went, was better off. Except for possibly the victims.
"Beleth" proceeded with the traditional multilayer encasement. Layers, with a capital L, were Beleth's favorite. She loved loved loved seeing victims in multiple tight layers; the layers rubbing against each other and touching and squirming and feelign all that intense and endless tightness. Things had to be tight, and inescapable, and also she demanded total coverage on her mummy-things.
She was an exacting demoness, and as such, that total and complete and permanent encasement was simply required. Lucky for her, Phantom had already gotten things started - roping herself up over a tight catsuit. Very nice. "Beleth" was particularly delighted at this suit - it was perfect perfect perfect. It meant that the second layer, the tape, was going to adhere to the suit so nicely. At least, it was in this fantasy - she could do anything she wanted. Phantom had clearly done what SHE wanted after all, which was to end up as a cute spy.
A cute spy who had failed her mission, had been bound and gagged, and was now about to be sealed and layered and stored away forever. The Countess was willing to indulge in Phantom's fantasies from time to time, especially when it was something she cherished as well.
The tight sticky tape going over Phantom's form. Time jumping around, assisted by the simulative smart-situations. Tape between her legs, with Beleth's fingers teasing her as she explored her hips and legs. Around her thighs and body and chest. Tape past her neck and mouth. Her ballgag stuffed forevermore within as the silver sticky wrapping passed her lips and mouth and nose - no need for any practicalities in this realm.
Phantom mewled. Her body was hot with energy. Hotter still under this tight unyielding layer. Hotter knowing that - despite her disorientation, her confusion - that this horrible fate was befalling her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Hot at the idea of disappearing as a rubber-sealed trophy for a demoness. A plaything, kept young and virile within the unyielding prison of layers and arcane unknowable.
The irony was also lost on Phantom, but not on the Countess.
She was a silver worm, in a cocoon that would only ever be released when - and if - Beleth decided to have more fun. Another layer, of impermeable and inescapable latex that grew over her form. A liquid that grew and cured, cursed and coated. She stretched it over her like a beloved object being put away; like putting a cover over a favorite car. All of those layers of tape disappeared, adhered into one unending and unyielding purple-pink coating. Phantom's toed wiggled as she disappeared. To where was unknowable, but it was going to be tight - and fun.
---
Posted using PostyBirb