Story and art by SammyClaws! https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bmigvjtdbhhb/

Phantom struggled in her binds as she was tied to the frame that the deplorable Samuel had tied her to. The menacing lion looked at her with a grin as she did so. It had been a rough night to say the least.

She had heard of this prison that rivaled Mirage Corp in bondage and tech. One only heard in passing, but heard nonetheless.
It had her curious enough to want to investigate it for herself. Maybe infiltrate the place and try to steal some of their methods and ideas for her own.

Clad in a custom catsuit,  she managed to find the place - hidden far away from civilization -  and managed to get inside. She was perplexed and amazed by all the gear, bondage suits and therapies the prison had. It truly did rival MirageCorp... but she couldn't have that, she had to stay ahead of the pack...
She made some photos of the things she came across. She even came across some prisoners in the middle of therapy or in their cells, moaning and looking at her with pleading eyes. But she didn't pay them any attention. Instead, she just imagined them not here, but at her company, hoping that she'd somehow get them there someday... When she was done, she packed her camera... only to be ambushed from behind.

When she woke up, she was here, bound to the frame in her spy suit, with Samuel looking at her with lust-filled eyes.

"Let go of me you monster! Do you even know who I am?!"

"Oh, I do..." He said. "To think I'd find the infamous Phantom snooping around in MY domain... what a delightful surprise indeed." He walked around her, stroking her body.

"I see you have been interested in my tools, have you not?"

She stammered. "Y-Yeah, so what?!"
"I thought I'd give you some hands-on experience with what we have to offer here..."
He took out something... a hood with a ballgag and visor on it.
"W-What are you doing?! G-Get that thing away from me!"
"No, I don't think I will..." He started putting it over her head.

"D-Do you think you can get away with this?! Y-You will- Hmmm! HMMM!" It was quickly tightened around her head, making her struggles futile.

With the hood over her head and the device in front of her eyes, she looked around in confusing and fear. How Samuel delighted in such moments. What appeared to be seconds to him were several moments to her. She was going through a simulation of such a long time within seconds.... yes. Glorious. 

"HMMMMMPH?! HMMMMPH?!"

She struggled even more, but the frame and hood wouldn't budge. After some time, she grew tired... limply hanging from the frame.

"Hmmmph... hmmmph..."

"There, that's a good girl..." He said as he started to grope her breasts and massage them. "Don't resist, just let it happen."

"Hmmmmph~"

Despite her fear, she couldn't help but give in to his commands once she finally heard his voice again... What else would he have in store for her?

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Phantom awoke in the simulation as soon as the hood was on her head.
She moaned and groaned as she looked around...
She was lying on something cold... and hard.
A metal drawer... one perfectly fit for her.
When she looked around some more, she realized that she wasn't the only on there.
Other prisoners on metal drawers, all of them struggling in mummyjackets and moaning, like her...
It took her a glance down her body to realize that she was in the same situation. Nice and tight in a mummyjacket, with straps keeping her body from moving too much, a hood nicely secured over her head and her mouth stuffed.

"HMMMMPH?!" She tugged at her binds until a warden seemed to approach her.

"Well now, Mrs. Adams, are you ready for your sentence?"

Mrs. Adams? No! That wasn't right! She was Phantom! THE Phantom!

The directrix that had everyone in her presence quaking in their boots! They feared HER! Admired HER! She wasn't some peasant named Adams! But they didn't care. They never would. To them, she was just another criminal slut to be locked up.

"Slave trafficking, sexual torture... my, you sure have a track record. I'd say someone like you shouldn't be allowed to even be exposed to the light of day..."
"HMMMPH?! HMMMMPH!"

He ignored her protests and started to prepare some other things. The guard put her into yet another straitjacket. This one covering her face completely and putting an inflatable collar around her head. If that wasn't enough, a sheet of latex was put over her and vacuumed accordingly.  Her struggles became more troubled. She could barely move anymore... hell, the guard could barely hear her moans.

"That's more like it... all set. Goodbye, Mrs. Adams..."

He pushed the drawer into the wall and left Phantom in darkness. Her struggles weakened more and more, until she stopped struggling.
Somewhere, she could hear Samuel's voice...

"There, that's a good girl... Don't resist, just let it happen."
She suddenly felt her breasts being massaged... she couldn't help but moan...

What was this horrible prison, where she was forced to endure a simulation (or recording?) of a victims permanent entombment in a rubber cell?
What was Samuel doing? What would he do with her next?

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Originally by Sammyclaws!

https://www.deviantart.com/sammyclaws/art/Drawing-In-1091398856
https://www.deviantart.com/sammyclaws/art/Totally-Caught-1091397800
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https://www.furaffinity.net/view/56633823/

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