Kisa writhed. Back arching, rubber creaking, every inch of her latex prison being further accentuated by tthe hands pressing in tigther, grippping, possessing her. Phantom loomed from below, a devil's grin stretched across her lips. Twirling the magic wand between gloved fingers like a drumstick. The low hum filled the dimly lit room, a promise, a threat, a guarantee of something deliciously inevitable. But Kisa was waiting. 

Phantom the interrogatrix circled her, massaging her over-indulged body's sore muscles with the wand. 

"I can feel your pulse through this suit." Her touch ghosted over Kisa's trembling, polished form, the black rubber squealing under her fingertips. She let her middle finger run right between Kisa's legs. She loved touching it. Not just looking at it, but feeling it. Kisa's suit was flawless, tight, thick rubber. Obscene in its perfection, Luxurious. Classy. The Au Ra had never ever looked so good. 
Phantom already wanted to get more. More Au Ra. Let her attention span run wild. More dragonesses, all of them rubberized. Anonymous. Processed. She thought of having an entire wall of them, vac-sealed permanently and labeled. Different types of mythical beasts, forever enslaved to her will. No faces. MAYBE names and plaques to their former glory. A fitting fate for them. 

...but Kisa. She couldn't take her hands off of Kisa. Phantom knew how tired she was. She'd been forced over the edge, over and over, the past week of torment. Playtime. Cuddles. Attention. Long periods of relaxation and quiet enforced meditation. Kisa's eyes flittered in hazy lust as if she'd been burnt by it. 

The smooth rubber left only her eyes and nose visible—wide, pleading, drowning. Muffled moans pushed futilely against the thick plug locked in place, holding her tongue down, swallowing her voice whole. Her arms, utterly useless, were wrapped tight in the thick rubber straitjacket. Every shallow rise and fall of her chest was a fight against the brutally tight corset Phantom had cinched mercilessly. It also meant easy access to curves. Phantom had already toyed with her rear yesterday... 

Phantom chuckled, leaning in close, her breath hot, lips grazing against the hood where Kisa’s ear should be. "Are you even in there?"

Kisa couldn't respond. Not with the gag, not with the crushing latex, not with Phantom looming like that, so close. Phantom pressed a kiss against the latex-coated dome of Kisa’s head, then, with agonizing patience, pressed the wand against her trembling, rubber-sealed thigh. The first touch sent a spark through Kisa’s whole body, her muscles tensing hard beneath the shiny encasement.

"mmmnmnnGGHHHHH!!!!!!" 

"Mmm, sensitive, aren’t we?" Phantom teased, dragging the wand, so slow, up Kisa’s inner thigh, circling, tracing, never quite where she needed it. Kisa's response was frantic, desperate, her hooded head bobbing weakly, the gag turning her pleas into adorable, muffled whimpers. Phantom pressed harder, right against the apex of Kisa's thighs, letting it buzz, thrum, pulse. Kisa writhed, hips jerking, but the vice-like tightness of the suit and the cruel steel spreader bar between her legs left her helpless, open, waiting.

"Good girls beg, Kisa. Show me."

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Writing by me, Phantom

Kisa and posing by: https://www.deviantart.com/katrialla
https://linktr.ee/kisakha