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"Good evening, Agent. Are you feeling well?"
Diana’s eyelids fluttered open, her vision still hazy. Her mind, groggy and sluggish, struggled to catch up to the sound of the voice echoing through the room.
"Mmmmmnggh?" Her response was little more than a confused grunt, muffled by the tightness pressing against her lips.
The voice responded with cold amusement, dripping with control. "Very good. I've got a new assignment for you... my rubber-sealed servant."
"MNNGGGGH!" Diana's muffled cry echoed through the room as awareness surged back. Panic set in as she realized her predicament. Her body was strapped—no, imprisoned—in an elaborate web of restraints. She shifted, tugging at her bonds, but each movement only emphasized how helpless she truly was. The thick, glossy latex spy-suit that clung to her every curve shimmered under the dim lights of the room. Heavy straps bound her into a chair, each one squeezing her tightly, making escape impossible. The shoulder restraints dug into her skin, running down to her chest where they formed a spider-web lattice of thick rubber restraints. Two more straps held her arms in place, one above her elbows and another at her wrists, locking her arms against the chair. More straps encircled her thighs, biting into the sensitive skin of her inner legs and forcing them slightly apart. She gasped at the pressure, the restraints teasing and immobilizing her further. Finally, two thick bands at her calves and ankles completed her bondage.
Diana shivered, trying to pull against the web of straps, but each attempt was met with squeaks of latex and the realization that she could barely move. The pressure against her body, the tightness of the straps, left her with nothing but the ability to shake and wriggle uselessly.
Her head jerked up (however much it could) at the sound of footsteps. Phantom, dressed in her signature sleek latex uniform, stood before her, holding something in her hand—a mask. White, glossy, high-tech. It gleamed in the light, its surface eerily pristine.
"Soon, this will be your new face, Diana," Phantom purred, her voice dripping with malevolent delight. "You see, I get so many spies... I just don’t know what to do with them all. But the best ones... the ones who truly deserve it, they end up as my personal servants."
Diana’s heart raced. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any hint of escape, but the relentless pressure of the straps held her fast. She could barely move, barely breathe, her body forced into submission by the unyielding rubber web.
Phantom circled her slowly, inspecting her bound form with a sense of satisfaction. "I wonder if you’ll be good enough to join my elite ranks of hypno-helpers," she mused, tilting her head as if pondering Diana’s fate. "I do wonder... but first, there's a lot of interrogating to do."
Diana growled behind her gag, pulling against her restraints with renewed effort. "MNgghg... MMGNGGH!" she tried to protest, to fight back, but it was useless. The straps held her tightly, teasing her with their unbreakable grip. The latex suit squeaked against the bonds as she struggled, and it gave no succor or release - just a reminder that she. was. trapped.
Phantom chuckled darkly, her gloved fingers caressing the edge of the drone mask in her hand. "Ahh... so you don't think you can be my rubber spy?"
Diana’s eyes blazed with defiance, her body shaking in the chair. "MNGGGH!" Her protests grew more desperate, but the heavy gag stifled her cries. The captor leaned in close, her lips brushing against Diana’s ear.
"Oh, you want to skip the interrogation? Well... that can be arranged." Her voice was a poisoned apple, a predator playing with her prey.
"Breathe deep, spy... I can’t wait to play with you."
Diana’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt the mask being lowered over her face. The edges pressed against her skin, sealing her inside a new layer of rubber confinement. Her breaths came in short gasps, now fully controlled by the apparatus Phantom had placed over her mouth and nose.
Her world narrowed to the suffocating feel of latex, the intoxicating scent of rubber filling her lungs as the mask sealed tightly. The straps dug into her skin, tighter now, as if knowing their victory was imminent. Phantom’s laugh echoed in the background, but to Diana, the sound seemed distant. All that remained was the tight, inescapable rubber, the sensation of being molded into Phantom’s latest toy.
There was no escape now.
Art by VanessaRubberArt
https://linktr.ee/ilustrarthur
Diana belongs to dylsonic
pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/34487640
DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/dylsonic
Diana’s eyelids fluttered open, her vision still hazy. Her mind, groggy and sluggish, struggled to catch up to the sound of the voice echoing through the room.
"Mmmmmnggh?" Her response was little more than a confused grunt, muffled by the tightness pressing against her lips.
The voice responded with cold amusement, dripping with control. "Very good. I've got a new assignment for you... my rubber-sealed servant."
"MNNGGGGH!" Diana's muffled cry echoed through the room as awareness surged back. Panic set in as she realized her predicament. Her body was strapped—no, imprisoned—in an elaborate web of restraints. She shifted, tugging at her bonds, but each movement only emphasized how helpless she truly was. The thick, glossy latex spy-suit that clung to her every curve shimmered under the dim lights of the room. Heavy straps bound her into a chair, each one squeezing her tightly, making escape impossible. The shoulder restraints dug into her skin, running down to her chest where they formed a spider-web lattice of thick rubber restraints. Two more straps held her arms in place, one above her elbows and another at her wrists, locking her arms against the chair. More straps encircled her thighs, biting into the sensitive skin of her inner legs and forcing them slightly apart. She gasped at the pressure, the restraints teasing and immobilizing her further. Finally, two thick bands at her calves and ankles completed her bondage.
Diana shivered, trying to pull against the web of straps, but each attempt was met with squeaks of latex and the realization that she could barely move. The pressure against her body, the tightness of the straps, left her with nothing but the ability to shake and wriggle uselessly.
Her head jerked up (however much it could) at the sound of footsteps. Phantom, dressed in her signature sleek latex uniform, stood before her, holding something in her hand—a mask. White, glossy, high-tech. It gleamed in the light, its surface eerily pristine.
"Soon, this will be your new face, Diana," Phantom purred, her voice dripping with malevolent delight. "You see, I get so many spies... I just don’t know what to do with them all. But the best ones... the ones who truly deserve it, they end up as my personal servants."
Diana’s heart raced. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any hint of escape, but the relentless pressure of the straps held her fast. She could barely move, barely breathe, her body forced into submission by the unyielding rubber web.
Phantom circled her slowly, inspecting her bound form with a sense of satisfaction. "I wonder if you’ll be good enough to join my elite ranks of hypno-helpers," she mused, tilting her head as if pondering Diana’s fate. "I do wonder... but first, there's a lot of interrogating to do."
Diana growled behind her gag, pulling against her restraints with renewed effort. "MNgghg... MMGNGGH!" she tried to protest, to fight back, but it was useless. The straps held her tightly, teasing her with their unbreakable grip. The latex suit squeaked against the bonds as she struggled, and it gave no succor or release - just a reminder that she. was. trapped.
Phantom chuckled darkly, her gloved fingers caressing the edge of the drone mask in her hand. "Ahh... so you don't think you can be my rubber spy?"
Diana’s eyes blazed with defiance, her body shaking in the chair. "MNGGGH!" Her protests grew more desperate, but the heavy gag stifled her cries. The captor leaned in close, her lips brushing against Diana’s ear.
"Oh, you want to skip the interrogation? Well... that can be arranged." Her voice was a poisoned apple, a predator playing with her prey.
"Breathe deep, spy... I can’t wait to play with you."
Diana’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt the mask being lowered over her face. The edges pressed against her skin, sealing her inside a new layer of rubber confinement. Her breaths came in short gasps, now fully controlled by the apparatus Phantom had placed over her mouth and nose.
Her world narrowed to the suffocating feel of latex, the intoxicating scent of rubber filling her lungs as the mask sealed tightly. The straps dug into her skin, tighter now, as if knowing their victory was imminent. Phantom’s laugh echoed in the background, but to Diana, the sound seemed distant. All that remained was the tight, inescapable rubber, the sensation of being molded into Phantom’s latest toy.
There was no escape now.
Art by VanessaRubberArt
https://linktr.ee/ilustrarthur
Diana belongs to dylsonic
pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/34487640
DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/dylsonic
Category All / All
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Size 1752 x 2103px
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