I Think She's Falling For Me

    Natasha was in no condition to run. Every item of clothing (all of which only met a very loose definition of the term clothing) existed to prevent her from running. The gear was serving its purpose admirably. As she looked about the room, she knew that extricating herself from her bondage was going to be a momentous challenge... if it was possible at all.

   Her outfit had been picked out for her. After awakening in the custody of MirageCorp, she was given a nylon bodystocking to wear - hardly a replacement for undergarments. Over that she wore a second, far thicker layer of skintight spandex. She entered through the neck and had squeezed it over form. It was tight - blissfully, delightfully tight! Her natural inclination was to cover herself fully. For reasons both psychological and logical, she preferred the warm embrace of a cute outfit against her skin. The two stretchy layers wasn't preferable, but it was acceptable. More than acceptable, really; Natasha found herself growing warm in chest and loin as the spandex catsuit warmed up to her. The way that it squeezed snug against her massive chest made it feel intimate. If it wasn't made for her, it might as well have been. She ran one hand down the curves of her hips, stroking at her spandex-encased legs. She tried to pout as a prisoner would, but couldn't help but break a grin.

    Natasha's captor - this mysterious pale-faced supervillain calling herself Phantom - never seemed to stop smiling. Her grins were always so portentous. She acted liked she was always filled with subtext, even if the only subtlety in her wordplay was how she was going to bind, gag, torment and tease her slaves.

    She displayed the same taste for fetishistic fashion that she'd shown at their first meeting. Natasha found her shoes replaced with thick molded rubber. Her calves were swallowed up; the sheer spandex replaced by shining scarlet rubber. She ran a finger over her calf as she'd done earlier. It was pleasant. The thought of three layers of restriction made her shudder slightly.

    Phantom must have noticed, because she made certain that there were many more layers in the scientist's future. A leather armbinder forced her arms back, her tits out, and a jolt of sensual dominion through Natasha's whole body. She gulped. The feeling of someone binding her, restraining her, dominating her was quickly proving far more exciting than she could possibly have calculated.

    Just to make sure that running and fleeing the office was indeed off the menu, a pair of wide leather cuffs was hooked against Natasha's armbinder. She had to hunch and wiggle just to move. Her breasts only bounced more with her new gait.

    Her captor decided that Natasha deserved more than simply 'executive' treatment; she would be afforded all the niceties of one of Phantom's inner circle. Best to keep the 'brain trust' close to home. And for that matter, it wasn't a bad idea to keep super-genius scientists like Natasha Zhukov constantly aroused out of their minds... lest they might plot Phantom's overthrow.

    She pleaded, begged, and explained that she had no such desires, but Phantom wasn't having any of it. Natasha had a dangerous mind, and constant stimulation would keep such a mind from doing anything evil. Natasha tried to run, but couldn't do more than wiggle, jiggle, and hobble as she walked down the platform. Phantom laughed cruelly. There was something blissful about being able to watch the scientist turned into a spandex-clad bimbo. 

    The final touches were a pair of data-goggles - through which she could communicate with her soon-to-be-anonymous expert - and a fat plug-gag. The paneling alone seemed to compress half of Natasha's face, and the phallic plug inside was so big she imagined it might tickle her throat.

    Natasha couldn't take it. She reflexively ground her thighs together, losing her balance in the process. Phantom caught her, grinned at her, and pushed her gently back. The platform began to move, and Natasha was soon on her way to experiencing some of the most intense and intimate multi-layered experiences she could have imagined.

    Phantom stared at the busty researcher as she was carried off, masked, hooded, and disappeared from view. She thought to the look of panic, the blushing, the wriggling, and the tell-tale pheromonal excretions that Natasha had exhibited. 

    "I think that woman is falling for me," Phantom mused. 

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Featuring NatashaMilasevic 's character - the braniest, bustiest bimbo that an evildoer could ask for. 

I found this while looking through some old storage. It says it's from 2012 (a fine vintage!) but I'm pretty sure it's from earlier. In fact, I do think that it might be the very first time that Phantom ended up being drawn in any sort of fetishistic position. Now, obviously there's a big glut of it now, but back then it was all written with a few smatterings of art.

It's the sort of thing that makes you reflect on how far you've come, how much you've grown, and how very many times Natasha has served as Phantom's captive! Phantom has changed in tone, personality and looks, just like I have. (And I'm sure you, dear reader, have improved for the better as well.) 

Originally, this was part of a trade. I'm sure that particular story is in my gallery somewhere, but I'm almost to embarrassed by my older work to go looking. 

Besides, there are other things that demand my attention. For example, this uber-busty scientist looks like she's in the mood to start experimenting.