Violi And Phan Glanced At Each Other From The Platforms They Both Stood On. It Was The Most They Could

Violi and Phan glanced at each other from the platforms they both stood on. It was the most they could both manage considering not just the physical bondage, but the rules they were currently forced to follow by their captor. Simply standing still in stiletto heels was Violi as she rolled her eyes.

“This is ridiculous. She’s one woman, Phantom. A woman that I’ve put into her place countless times.” Violi wasn’t just blowing smoke, either. Her and Rebecca had years of back and forth. It was hard to gauge who got who more - but it was clear who had most recently won.

“One woman that put us both into our current positions, dear. Don’t you think waiting patiently for the right time to strike would serve us better?” Phantom turned her head, green eyes observing the camera placed conspicuously in the ceiling corner. “I know you can hear everything, Rebecca. I’m not scared of you knowing that your fate is going to make some rubber and cuffs look like a coffee date.”

Rebecca watched from her phone, amused at both her rubber dolls and their different ways of handling and responding to their predicament. She was fully aware of both women’s skills, abilities, and how capable they were. “But that’s the thrill of it, isn’t it? Sure it’s fun to catch and tease those unprepared - but I’m a big game hunter. And Mirage is a goddamn safari dedicated to that sort of thing.” The silver-haired lawyer smiled and took a moment to slide her phone into her pocket as she stood up from Erica’s lap - the rubber both women wore squeaking gently as she looked around the unassigned office. It had been a busy month - nearly a dozen others inside of Mirage currently occupied in different forms of bondage and containment.

“Oh don’t give me that look - I fully planned to capture Aria after everyone else and Phan. However she has something I want, so I had to alter my plans - and you have been far too free for far too long, Eri. Rebecca tapped Erica’s nose - the rest of the other woman secured and restrained so that her face provided a comfortable seat, her arms the armrests, and her legs the backrest. “I’ll send one of my personal security guards to come collect you once I handle my prizes. Sit tight!” Rebecca laughed at her own stupid joke as she made her way to her office…

“How kind of you both to behave for once.” Rebecca locked her office door and stepped into the room, observing both captives and resting her chin in her hand. “I almost want to leave you as is, but that won’t do.” Both Violi and Phan stood on metal platforms with their ankles locked to to them by simple metal cuffs and short chains. A pair of arm binders and posture collars completed the gear, while both wore thick rubber catsuits - green for Phantom, purple for Violi. The last piece was a pair of poles leading up to between their legs. Plugs lodged in their rears trapped them and the Hitatchi wands nestled snug between their legs kept complaining to a minimum.

“I give her three days till she’s stuck in another cell, Phan. What do you think?” Violi tugged on the binder, the wand buzzing her gently, but not too hard. Phantom’s wand was working at a higher strength but she kept her composure. “A day, max. She made a deal with the devil.”

Rebecca tutted and closed in on the pair, taking her phone out and upping the level of both wands. “Of course you know about that. Aria made a good deal and for once we’ve both adhered to our parts of the bargain. I’m simply enjoying the spoils of war before handing you over.” Rebecca grasped Phantom’s chin, pushing her fingers into her cheeks and giggling manically as she turned and slipped a finger into the ring on the front of Violi’s collar. “You however? You’ll be here a good, long, tight time. I’m not over your little trick with the auto-lock suit you pulled.”

“Bet you’re still sore from it too. How’s the ass?” Rebecca’s eyes narrowed as she released both women and went to her desk, pressing a button and summoning four of her own private security. Black segmented armor over leather catsuits. Faceless and anonymous, they held cases full of who knew what…

“Let’s work on those attitudes.”

“Grfnnfff…” Violi flexed her hands, feeling the purple rubber fight her a bit as she stood straight in impossibly taller stiletto heels that had been locked on. She was eying the tea set in front of her, trying to work out how the hell to grasp the cup and pot she needed to for her task. With the buzzing in her ass growing to the buzzing between her legs, the task would only get harder as another flex of her hands did nothing to the rigid yoke she was fitted with. Neck to toe rubber with a pink rubber catsuit, translucent stockings, and a dress - it was a challenge to even move and seemed to delight Rebecca as a hand caressed her ass while she sat and watched Phantom struggle to select the items asked in her own layers of white and black rubber.

“You two sit in your lofty perches all day - I think a little time spent providing domestic servitude will be healthy for you both.” She manually increased the buzzing of both plugs and then lowered them to manageable levels. “Chop chop, dollies.”

Phantom moved quickly, selecting the feather, brush, and another Hitatchi wand. She had been ordered to select three items to be used on her and Violi. Compared to the canes, paddles, plugs, floggers and more? These seemed the safest. How much could she do with a feather.

Violi squatted down, taking a breath as she secured pot first, then the cup in her other hand and rose back up. Quickly she made her way over, setting the cup down that was quickly collected by Rebecca and held up. “You’ve always been a natural maid, Violi - I still think it’s your true calling.”

The purple-clad maid rolled her eyes and began to pour, annoying herself that she was adept at such tasks due to years of play with the very woman mistreating her! “Phan, you could learn something from this one - plus a little more time spent in that role.”

Phantom simply kept a level gaze at Rebecca. She would have the woman locked down something fierce for the coming months when she got out. Neither could speak much, sporting a pair of muzzles with pairs of Rebecca’s nylons balled up and stuffed into their mouths. “I see you’re in a teasing and denial mood, Phantom - excellent choices. You two moaning and squirming is a better fit today than watching you yelp from a good paddling.”

Phantom and Violi shared an amused look. A feather and a brush? Sure the wand could make them moan, but it was clear both women were laughing behind their gags. Rebecca had clearly finally gone insane - or enough that it was amusing. The silver-haired lawyer took a sip of her drink and sighed contently.

“Oh those giggles are music to my ears.” Rebecca picked up a feather and looked at them both. “But let’s see how loud you two can really laugh between moans.”

Aaaaaaand Scene!

Its been two months since I last posted, but I havent been idle! I've been working on a commission by a good friend of mine, who is also the one who wrote that wonderful little story! I'm pretty proud of this image actually, the composition was hard to pull off, but I think I've done a good job!

As always, critique fairly and honestly. If you have questions, feel free to ask. And of course, enjoy! 💜😘