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  Agent Elizabeth Lawson, the most greatest of the field agents of the Department, and possibly also the most beautiful and alluring woman in her prime, looked back at herself in the reflection as the private luxury elevator took her upwards toward the top floor penthouse suite.

A woman in her forties, Elizabeth looked every bit as stunning, tall and curvy. She had a gorgeous and striking face with full lips painted deep red and piercing brown eyes with eyelashes so long that they fluttered each time she blinked. Her short brunette hair framed her face to make her look like the very definition of an alluring femme fatale.

She was also dressed like one. Her well-endowed and large breasts were displayed, almost spilling out of a very sexy, very figure-hugging blouse. A pair of very tight and sexy leather pants molded her hips and rear end beautifully, making her butt look tight and perky, drawing attention to the fact that she didn't even wear underwear. And her feet, small and delicate, were shod in a pair of high-heeled sandals which not only emphasized her long legs but also her pretty toenails polished in scarlet.

This was Agent Elizabeth at her most conservative, when she wasn't even trying to show off her sexuality. For those times she was tasked to use her feminine charms in her job, her attire and demeanor could be described as nothing but aggressively seductive and unapologetically raunchy. And it was no wonder the Department regularly used her for such assignments.

Those who knew her spoke of her in hushed whispers, and with very good reason, as Agent Elizabeth had a reputation for being the most ruthless, the most sadistic and most unapologetically dominating woman in the Department, and those who'd fallen victim to her never even knew what happened to them before it was already too late.

There were rumors that all her female victims, ranging from minor female intel agents and up to some of the world's biggest crime lords, were still in her captivity. There was also a rumor that for Elizabeth's male targets, as she has no sexual interest towards men at all, the beautiful domme gives them to her agency as other agents, but instead if them she took their girls - the lovers, personal secretaries, and even wives and daughters. It doesn't matter if those women were innocent or not, the important thing is their partners made her angry. That was just how Agent Elizabeth was. And she wasn't apologetic for her tendencies either.

As the elevator dinged, the doors opened, and Agent Elizabeth stepped into the penthouse suite that belonged to her current target. He wasn't present in the suite, but he had a wife, and she was.

Elizabeth strolled inside with a confidence in her step and an easy smile in her lips. A woman greeted her, perhaps an attendant of some sort. Lawson quickly used her eyes to scan the woman to learn all she needed to know about her.

The attendant was a slender woman in her mid-thirties, dressed in a uniform of sorts that consisted of a white sleeveless blouse and a knee-length skirt, both very conservative and not even showing off any of her assets. This was a woman who worked behind a desk, not serving guests in a hotel.

"Elizabeth Lawson," Elizabeth said to her as she smiled sweetly. "I'm the personal guest of Mr. Winters. He invited me."

The attendant nodded, her hair tied into a tight bun, as she said, "Yes, Ms. Lawson, welcome. Please follow me. Mrs. Winters will meet you in the living room. She's expecting you."

The attendant turned on her heels and led the way, while Agent Elizabeth shot her gun's living latex bullet into the back of the attendant's head so subtly nobody would be able to catch her in the act. The latex soon enveloped the poor woman's entire head, forming a tight-fitting hood with no facial features of any sort.

Elizabeth watched with a smirk on her red lips as the attendant dropped on her knees and hands, completely confused by the latex which now covered her entire head, and what it was doing to her.

The rest of the latex took its time slithering down the rest of her body, starting from her neck and shoulders, quickly turning the woman's skin-tight and covering her in shiny black as it then crawled down her torso and arms, also reaching up to cover her hair tightly until she wore a latex hood, which also had her eyes, nose and mouth fully obscured. Soon enough, as the latex reached down her waist, her latex-encased arms were pinned behind her on the small of her back, depriving her of all chance to stop the latex from doing what it was about to do to her.

Then her legs were covered from her thighs down to her shins, her calves and the top of her feet. As the latex started to fuse her legs together and mold them seamlessly from her ankles up to her thighs, the latex also created a pair of heels on her fused and featureless feet. By the time it was all over, the poor woman had been transformed into a seamless, skintight, black latex cocoon, mummifying her tightly and compressing her figure with her arms bound at her back. It was so tight, and conformed to her shape so perfectly that it actually seemed to reveal the fact that the woman inside had been stripped of her uniform and underwear during the process, now completely naked and writhing in her bonds, unable to escape.

Agent Elizabeth crouched down beside the tightly bound woman, who was making muffled moans as she was compressed in her cocoon. She caressed the woman's smooth featureless head, knowing her voice wouldn't be heard due to the earmuffs that the latex had molded around the woman's ears to seal off all outside noises. She made a comment nevertheless, as she stroked the latex from the cocooned woman's head down to her shoulders and her back, enjoying how smooth the latex was and the way it reflected the light that shone down on it.

"Oh don't worry about me, dearie, I can find my way," she cooed. "Why don't you just stay here and look pretty, hmmm? This latex should have already gagged you so tightly, you won't be making a sound no matter how hard you try to cry for help, and your two new "little friends" are making sure your mind would get all the distraction it will ever need." Elizabeth winked, even if the latex-cocooned attendant wouldn't be able to see her. "Those toys will stimulate you in the best way possible, so don't worry too much about feeling the urge to climax all the time. Just enjoy them... after all, it's not every day you're fortunate enough to have two dildos stimulating you while your mind melts away." With this, she has finally heard a faint hum of the two toys. Her weapon was a very specific firearm that was able to shoot latex that conformed to whoever or whatever it hit, and sealed it in the tightest bondage possible, dissolving all forms of clothing that the target wore and then proceeded to tease and pleasure the now helpless and mummified victim endlessly, driving them so mad with pleasure and euphoria that soon they'd lose all sense of self, effectively brainwashing them. And she always make sure that the toys inside the tight cocoons of her victims are the most powerful and biggest ones. 

And Elizabeth loves to imagine how her many captives are suffering in their bondage and their pleasure, as their holes are stretched to the limits and their orgasms never ending. This attendant would be added to the list of people who had the misfortune of having met her, and like most of them, she wouldn't even be missed.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to meet your employer's wife now. If I remember right, her name is Melody Winters, a former model. Maybe she'll end up in a latex cocoon just like you." With that, Agent Elizabeth stood up and began to walk away, heading to her intended destination as the attendant continued to squirm and moan in her inescapable bonds, still trying to break free. Her struggles only turned Agent Lawson more, however, as the sight of tightly mummified victim was the hottest thing for her to look at. And with her weapon, she had mummified hundreds if not thousands of women. This attendant, and eventually Mrs. Winters, were only a few of the many she planned to mummify today.

 

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Eventually, she made it to the living room, where a blonde-haired woman was standing, looking out the window, with a glass of wine in her hand.

"Melody Winters," Elizabeth said. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Mrs. Winters turned around to face her, looking at Elizabeth from head to toe.

The blonde-haired woman was gorgeous and tall, perhaps just as tall as Elizabeth if not for the stiletto sandals she wore. She had an hourglass figure, a perfect waist, and hips and rear which made Agent Elizabeth's fingers twitch as she imagined what they'd look like when clad tightly in latex and molded so perfectly that she'd even be able to see the butt-cleavage.

"You're Elizabeth, right?" she asked, her lips curved into a smile. "My husband's told me about you. Said he invited you. I have to admit, I was quite surprised that he would invite a woman this lovely and beautiful into his penthouse. It makes me a bit suspicious of what his true intentions with you are."

"And what are you going to do about that, Mrs. Winters?" Elizabeth smiled back.

Melody Winters had a slim waist, and a flat, toned stomach as well, not to mention her breasts. They were so large and full that even Elizabeth was surprised to see them in person. And she couldn't help but to be amazed at how easily her dress was able to contain them.

As Melody placed her glass of wine on the nearby table, the woman sauntered forward and in a blink of an eye she found herself right in front of the agent.

Her blue eyes stared deep into Elizabeth's own, as if she could already see through her plans, and then suddenly Melody said, "Tell me, Elizabeth, is it?" and placed a hand on the agent's shoulder. "Have you and my husband had sex yet?" she whispered into Elizabeth's ear. "Because if not, maybe you can have me instead?"

Elizabeth tried not to look surprised by Mrs. Winter's forwardness, but she couldn't deny that it was rather arousing. She and Melody were just around the same height, and she didn't back away. Instead, she pulled the woman closer by her hips.

"Maybe we can do that. But what about your husband?" She asked.

Melody chuckled as she wrapped her arms around Elizabeth's shoulders. "My husband's having the time of his life in the company of multiple hookers. And even if he's not, he's still out and about, so we have the entire suite all to ourselves for a while." The blonde winked as she licked her lips, before her voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "Tell me, Elizabeth, do you have experience with other women?"

That was when Agent Lawson decided to make her move. Reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out her weapon. In an instant she pointed her gun right on her opponent's chest, aiming it right at Melody's heart. Without hesitation, Elizabeth pulled the trigger.

The living latex was shot from her weapon, immediately shooting out of its barrel and hitting the mark. And in an instant, it began to devour Melody.

"What the—" Melody let go of the Agent in shock and surprise as she stumbled backwards, the latex already spreading itself all over her.

Melody's hands went up to claw and rip the latex away from her face but unfortunately for her, it was far too late.

She screamed and screamed, her muffled cries echoing through the room as her whole head became encased in a latex hood that fitted her like a second skin and had absolutely no facial features of any sort, even obscuring the shape and size of her nose. Her eyes were covered with the thick, black substance as well, preventing her from being able to see her assailant and what the latex was currently doing to her body, while the tight earmuffs sealed off all noise from the outside world, making Melody only hear the sound of her muffled screaming as she felt the latex move down her neck and onto the top part of her chest.

Melody's dress was tight and sexy, and it showed off a lot of cleavage, which the latex easily devoured in an instant. It covered the fabric of the dress, turning it into a rubbery material that stuck to Melody's skin and turned the upper part of her torso completely black as if she had been painted with oil from the neck down.

As the latex moved down her waist, Melody's arms were pulled together behind her at the small of her back, causing the woman to trip over and land hard on the cold, marbled floor of the living room.

She moaned as she landed, but the latex still crawled down her skin-tight dress, covering up her belly button, and then the rest of her stomach.

Her legs began to move as they were suddenly bound together with the shiny liquid, molding them into an hourglass shape that was far slimmer and sexier than the original shape of her legs. Then the heels on her feet were absorbed into the latex as it sealed her high-heeled feet with the substance, giving her legs a smooth, latex-like look, completely shiny and reflective, and fitting her like a pair of tight rubber gloves.

She thrashed and screamed even louder now as she tried in vain to break free from the hold her rubber bondage had on her. Her whole body was now bound so tightly that the latex even highlighted every detail on her curves.

Then finally, after a minute or so since the latex engulfed her, a pair of large, thick, and fat dildos entered her body through her two remaining openings. With the lower half of Melody's dress devoured by the latex, her holes were revealed, bare and vulnerable. And it was an easy task for the toys inside the latex to stimulate her more. Agent Lawson smirked at the sight, knowing how powerful those toys were. They had an unlimited amount of "battery", so they could fuck her endlessly. No woman can survive this long without eventually breaking and losing her mind. And even if she does, she wouldn't be able to escape - that liquid latex was almost unbreakable. No amount of struggle is going to work here, not that Elizabeth wouldn't love to see that tight cocoon squirm in its confinement.

"Mmmmhhhhh! Hmmmnnph!" she continued to mumble and scream, trying to break free even with her arms tied behind her back.

"It's useless, Mrs. Winters. That latex is practically unbreakable," Elizabeth said in amusement, before chuckling in a sadistic way. She lowered herself and approached the tightly-bound woman in the faceless latex suit. "You see, once you're trapped inside there, that's the end for you. There is no escape. Unless I free you, that is." She trailed a finger over Melody's faceless, smooth head, feeling its rubbery surface and chuckling in amusement at its glossy and featureless shine. She had the most beautiful collection of mummified victims, and she couldn't wait to see who would be her next.

"You may still not understand what's happening to you. But don't worry, those two big, fat toys are going to make sure that you never feel bored in your prison. Soon your mind will turn to mush, and you will lose yourself as pleasure washes over your body in an endless wave. And at that moment, you won't be able to resist the temptation. You will be begging me to continue to trap you in this tight, form-fitting, inescapable rubber that's squeezing your body and conforming perfectly to it." She gave another chuckle. "Of course, you can't hear me. After all, the earmuffs that cover your ears will make sure you won't hear a single sound. As of the moment, the only thing you'd be hearing is the sound of your own screams, but those will soon turn into pleasured moans once your mind is gone."

Elizabeth smirked. This was the best part of her job, watching the prey struggling in vain to break free from their tight, inescapable prisons that was her liquid latex. But just because it was liquid didn't mean that they could easily break out from it, once it covered them. The only time it was in its liquid state was while it devoured them, turning all their clothing into skintight rubber, and by the time it was all done, it hardened and turned rock-solid, so even if they wanted to break out, they couldn't. It was an excellent form of bondage, and the toys that the latex created to keep them stimulated for their captor was the cherry on top. Of course, her beautiful victims would also stay conscious while they are compressed tightly in this inescapable cocoon of pleasure. Lawson never let anyone to just "turn off" and have some rest, as special cocktail of drugs, delivered into victim's body, will force their mind to always stay active, with no ability to turn off and fall asleep or unconscious. The drugs also made sure that no victim would die from dehydration or malnutrition. So they were destined to stay in those prisons forever, feeling the pressure all the time, and experiencing the non-stop sexual simulation of the dildos in them.

So far, many of Agent Lawson's victims had already gone insane after several hours or so in their prisons. The most resistant ones usually lasted no less than a week or two. And they all shared the same fate of having their minds completely shattered and broken from being compressed and pleasured so much, and with no chance to rest, that all of them would become nothing but mummified pleasure slaves, to be kept by Elizabeth as her trophies.

They were stored in her underground bunker, one of many across the country. It was a private place where she would store and display her many beautiful latex mummies. Elizabeth would sometimes visit just to look at how they are still struggling in their skintight bondage, or perhaps check if their toys had broken them enough. And that was the fate that awaited Melody and this unfortunate penthouse attendant who had met Elizabeth and her gun.

So the agent grabbed Melody and the still cocooned attendant with her hands and hoisted them up on her shoulders. Both of them were squirming and writhing in her grip, although they didn't really pose a problem, since Elizabeth was very strong and they weren't very heavy. "I'm going to take you both home with me," Elizabeth said as she carried them out of the suite.