Loraine raised a glass. Her beloved matched the motion, and they drank to the good health of their guest, their gift, their new friend, their observer. They drank to Phantom, or at least, the piece of art that was Phantom. Had been. Former. Now, she was an object. Theirs. A trophy to their success, their love, and the fact that together, Loraine and Alessa could never be defeated.

It had started months earlier, of course, when Phantom decided that she wanted them as trophies. As pillows. As beloved objects, sacked and rubberized and used as horribly decadent pillows. Hypnotized, gassed, rubberized and wrapped and sealed up, Phantom HAD enjoyed them... for a time. But their escape was as inevitable as their return, and when they came for Phantom, they came in force.

Magical aptitude and perfect communication made the two women more than a match for Phantom - at least, while she was distracted, hosting a private screening at a movie theater. It was fitting, then, because Loraine and Alessa had been... inspired.

Their own escapades had just been so much fun before. Loraine was ready to join her love Alessa in 'the dark side,' and even had an outfit made for the occasion. Phantom didn't volunteer, but Loraine assured her - it was perfectly safe, as long as the subject wasn't claustrophobic. And Alessa knew that the CEO was particularly claustrophilic. She liked it tight.

And in this case, there was very little tighter. Phantom, stripped, suited, strapped down... and then sealed in a block of the most ultra-tensile "rubbernite" that Alessa could imagine. It was a bit over-the-top for her, but Loraine insisted - this was a generous gift to Phantom, after all. Why be stingy? Why hold back?

No no no, Loraine insisted. She demanded that Phantom be clad in their most succulent prisoner suit from the neck down, locked, and only then were the multiple layers of liqui-tex rubbernite applied. It was to be a  scintillating process. They even made popcorn.

Alessa paced around her victim in mock interrogation. "Alas, dear Phantom. This is your fitting comeuppance... you gambled it all, and lost." The demoness lifted Phan's chin up in her hands. Phantom thrashed in response. No words came to mind.

"Now now... that's no way for an executive to act."
Phantom narrowed her eyes. "Oh? Should I be acting a bit more... in character? Begging, at your knees, a filthy rebel who now pleads for mercy?"

Loraine giggled, walking over to gently dab Phantom's forehead. She was sweating from all the thrashing. It made the Directrix look very cute, very vulnerable. Made her look that tiny percentage more defeated. She liked it.

"Yes, I would say so," she said. Loraine ran a gloved hand through her long, bright hair. "But... whether or not you indulge us in our little scene, you're going to indulge our every fantasy."

Phantom squirmed again, forcing her back up and away. To no effect. "Your fantasy-"

Alessa interrupted her, placing a finger on Phantom's lips. "Our" fantasy. Including yours, Phantom. No need to hide it, we'll be stripping away every little falsehood and misdirection. Being encased as our trophy is surprisingly liberating. Nothing to hide. Nowhere to hide it. No way and no place to possibly pretend you're anything but what you REALLY are - our latex-sealed trophy. Our plaything. Ours... our GUEST."

Phantom started to squirm again. Loraine went over to a big metal switch, letting Phantom see her place her hands on it. "Any last words, prisoner?"

"Enjoy this while you can!" Phantom shouted. "Because-"

At that moment, Alessa nodded to her lover, and Loraine nodded back. The encasement happened before Phantom could finish her thought, and with that, Phantom's words turned to moans and moans became groans, and from there became gagged, glossy squeaks.

The "Rubbernite" held her so firm as to render movement nearly impossible. The scene was a gorgeous fantasy for the both of them, and as the machinery encased her, the two enjoyed a lurid, taboo kiss. Phantom was going to make a truly remarkable trophy.






Movement was almost nil. But the sensation was not dulled. Nor were her senses. Phantom was being driven mad with need, and they'd barely even started.

"Do we want to let her hear EVERYTHING, dearest?"

Loraine smiled, moving her hands over her 'sith lord,' moving gentle fingers over the sweet body of Alessa's dark suit. The demoness blushed in turn, just barely, but responded by lacing her fingers  - and dominantly grabbing at Loraine's wrist.

"Why wouldn't we?"

Mmmgg…



"I think she'd want to hear our plans. Isn't' that right?"

"Mnmm..."

"I think that the Trophy deserves to hear it. She deserves to know that we'll be touching her. Using her. Kissing, moaning, groaning. She deserves to know that the rather extreme rubber that you insisted on using has left her with almost no movement... though the hotter she gets, the more flexible it becomes. Why, she might get a few millimeters of movement after an evening of moaning ,groaning, grinding and kissing..."

They were simply enjoying her now. Touching each other, pulling in close. And enjoying the sensation of the rubber mattress, their acquaintance utterly, completely encased as their visitor and bedspread. The feeling of her rubber-coated curves was doing more than just tease them. The knowledge that she was here, that a ‘person’ was enjoying their rubbernite enclosure… so close, yet so far. Forced to watch, feel, smell, imagine everything they did. It made Loraine blush. 

Loraine smiled back. "You're so right, dear. And she IS a rather comfy object. Quite squishy, while also nice and firm. Frankly, she makes for a great seat. Rather comfortable. In fact, I was just thinking that this..."

Loraine moved the back over her hand over Phantom's encased visage. She knew that the domina was blushing under her rubbernite encasement.

"I was just thinking her face looks QUITE comfortable, don't you?"
Alessa punctuated it with a grin. Loraine reciprocated. Together, they leaned in and kissed Phantom's cheeks.

"Well, beloved," said Alessa, "I do believe we should inaugurate our new guest and mattress, no?" Their hands clasped as they came close together. The mewls and moans and gentle, sweet sounds became an orchestra, backed by the unending sounds from Phantom's steamy, hazy groan. They kissed, and it was the loudest sound Phantom had heard. 

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This was a gorgeous little opportunity to appear alongside Loraine and Alessa. A pseudo-sequel to two pieces, including this inspiring and so cute cosplay. https://x.com/SraSomeone/status/1738081181114249257?s=20

Loraine: https://www.deviantart.com/lightdark75
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Alessa: 
https://twitter.com/SqueakyTiefling
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And of course, the art was SraSomeone who is always so talented. 
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