Snared-in-the-lair

# [(align:"=><=====")[SNARED IN THE LAIR - A Fantom Interactive Fiction]] ## Written in 2023 by <a href="https://linktr.ee/phantomdotexe">Phantom</a> for <a href="https://x.com/Nevermort21?s=20">Mad Morgie</a> (link-replace: "Full Credits")[ #### FULL ARTIST CREDITS Inspired by <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/k-a-r-y-u" target="_blank"> Karyu </a> Featuring <a href="https://x.com/Nevermort21" target="_blank"> Morganna </a> Art by <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/mugen-nawashi" target="_blank"> Mugen Nawashi </a>, Karyu, <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/usagiforehead" target="_blank"> Usagiforehead</a>. Characters: Backgrounds are from Elder Scrolls Online, used without permission. Do as I say, not as I do! They're just there to stimulate the imagination for the more visual enjoyers. <a href="https://twinery.org/" target="_blank">Make your own interactive fiction with Twine</a> #### GUEST CREDITS * <a href="https://x.com/SqueakyTiefling/status/1722579128518365235?s=20" target="_blank">Alessa </a>- <a href="https://twitter.com/SqueakyTiefling" target="_blank">SqueakyTiefling</a> * <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54996034/#cid:176882724">Agnes </a>- <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bmigvjtdbhhb/">Sammyclaws</a> * <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/k-a-r-y-u/art/Fantasy-Cynthia-self-capture-716974172" target="_blank">Cynthia </a>- <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/k-a-r-y-u">Karyu</a> * Frostine  - <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/brocken-dynamite">Brocken-Dynamite</a> * <a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/7v2rsex6lhq22xu/EmC_HTC_00a.jpg?dl=0">Helen </a>& <a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/qpxwumchrnvenyl/Yumi_Theo.jpg?dl=0">Theo </a>- <a href="https://linktr.ee/aidenke" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank">Aidenke</a> * Julietta -<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/a-starothbear00" target="_blank"> Red Bear</a> * Kathleen - <a href="https://subscribestar.adult/scriptoromniscius24" target="_blank">Scriptor</a> * Laressa - <a href="https://linktr.ee/menchimenagerie" target="_blank">Menchi</a> * <a href="https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/loraine-pic.jpg" target="_blank">Loraine </a>- <a href="https://twitter.com/winecksdaman75" target="_blank">LightDark75</a> * <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plasma-dragon/art/Relaxing-Miranda-993538284" target="_blank">Miranda </a>- <a href="https://twitter.com/PlasmaDragonDA" target="_blank">Plasma-Dragon</a> * <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/saunterwing/art/Meet-Abby-769500795">Abby </a>- <a href="https://linktr.ee/SaunterWing" target="_blank">Saunterwing </a> * <a href="https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/shuumi.png">Shuumi</a> - <a href="https://twitter.com/Rubbutts" target="_blank">SpookyShinySexy</a> * <a href="https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/Fantasy_Tilika.png">Tilika</a>  <a href="https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/Fantasy_Tilika_2.png">Raviel </a>- <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/creation-spawn" target="_blank">Mertall</a> * <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/veroniquethedemon/art/Nest-of-the-Nanolatex-Demoness-927292778">Veronique</a> - <a href="https://twitter.com/VeroniqueDevil" target="_blank">VeroniqueDevil</a> * <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/ladyvioli/art/LV-2023-Model-Sheet-947635111">Violi </a>-   <a href="https://linktr.ee/Violi_Novo">LadyVioli</a>] (link-replace:"Content Notes")[This story features: * Bondage * Hypnosis * Mostly femme * Latex, Rubber, Leather * Some heavy bondage * Minor breathplay * Minor peril ] ## ''[[BEGIN]]''

This is an interactive story about the ninja ''Fantom''! <img src="https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/WitchQuest%20Images/fantom-tbg-basic.png" width="200" height="511"> ### How do I play?(click: "How do I play?")[ The goal of this tale isn’t to find sexy BAD ENDS over and over again. In fact, Fantom could easily bring things to a quick and decisive victory. Fantom is an experienced kunoichi, and in fact, losing is quite difficult. Your goal is to make Fantom lose, and this is harder than it sounds. Some cocky upstart? She’s got no chance to defeat Fantom. So good luck; you’ll have to find the right ways to react to give our foe the upper hand. And don’t even think about simply surrendering and letting Morgie tie Fantom up - that’s quitter talk, and she’d never do it willingly!] [[Who now?|begin2]]

Haughty. Powerful. Lithe. Great butt, even better magic. Very hoodable, not that she’d ever let you lay hands on her. Extremely dangerous, possessing a mastery of magic, an arsenal of allies, and sinister shinobi skills. <img src="https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/WitchQuest%20Images/fantom-kneeling-tbg-hooded.png"> She doesn't look very dangerous.(click: "She doesn't look very dangerous.") [ Quiet, you. The game hasn't even started.] [[Continue|begin3]]

It's been years since ''WitchQuest''. Established and now lording over her lair and its surroundings, Fantom enjoys a rare moment of peace and power within her domain. Fantom's foes are forgotten. Fixed in place; functioning as fornihpiliac furnishings for her fortress. <img src=https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/WitchQuest%20Images/fantom-trophy-tbg.png> Either that, or they're sealed away forevermore - her friends and foes alike now enjoying dreamy slumber as her perma-prisoners (at best!) and playthings. That is, unless they escape. She has grown only more haughty and vain (and why shouldn't she?) in the intervening years. More self-assured than ever, more confident in her supremacy. Success breeds success. None have dared challenge her. [[Until today.|morgieattack]]

<img src=https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/bedroom1.png width="600"> Inside of Castle Cotpotros, ''Fantom'' exhales sweet breath on her sweetest captives. Lying on her side, sipping from a snifter; a bed of pillows at the apex of the fortress where her playthings took their turns. Fantom watched as ''<a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/7v2rsex6lhq22xu/EmC_HTC_00a.jpg?dl=0" target="_blank">Helen </a>'' shifted, breathing in the ninja’s magic-tinted scent. ''Theo'' mewled beneath the bed; packed, teased, cuckolded and forced to listen and enjoy Fantom's attention vicariously. She paid him no heed (intentionally) for she was busy with Helen, after all. Helen, the fairest maiden she’d ever kidnapped (just for fun) was as beautiful as the day she’d been taken from her books and brought here. Beautiful by Fantom’s standards, at least… which meant an extremely fat, packed mouth and thick leather hood. Helen had been perma-gagged for nearly three hundred days - a record! - and Fantom saw no reason to stop now. (link-replace: "All was well.")[But all was not well. Breath mists in the cold outside of Castle Cotpotros. Someone is outside. <img src=https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/2.png width="600"> [[Who is outside?|Outside2]]]

Her name is ''Morgie''. A raven-haired woman obsessed with gambles and power. She ascended to being a powerful and fearsome sorceress before descending to vampirism to further her power. Morgana had eerie, glowing eyes the color of of sapphire and the iris of a dragon. Interested in science, magic, the intersections thereof. Also an incorrigible kinkster. [[So… some nobody.|OUTSIDE3]]

Morige knocks with a knock spell, throwing the doors to Fantom’s fortress wide open. The ninja could instantly feel the draft, though the magical spells enchanting the structure kept everyone within warm and (link-replace:"cozy.")[very cozy indeed. Sometimes too cozy.] Fantom patted her pillows goodbye, promising to return with a new permanent member of her collection. [[THE FOYER]]

### The Foyer <img src=https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/4.png width="600"> The entry hall featured a number of (link-replace:"trophies.")[trophies from prior conquests. Alessa and Loraine were two recent acquisitions, and that meant they were to be displayed prominently. ''<a href="https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/loraine-pic.jpg" target="_blank">Loraine</a>'', the angelic blonde-haired beauty, had been sealed as an exquisite encasee. Fantom had been licking her lips every time she ventured to the foyer. The thick, magical rubber that surrounded her entire body made her into a living picture; vacuum-locked to the wall with no hope of escape. Arms up, legs spread, face trapped in a delightfully slutty open-mouth groan. The only release she could hope for would be the glowing womb tattoo to send her over the edge. Deciding that it would be fitting to have ''<a href="https://x.com/SqueakyTiefling/status/1722579128518365235?s=20" target="_blank">Alessa</a>'' nearby - but *below* the angelic figure - the demonic tiefling was instead locked in a more 'traditional' setup. Thick straps kept her arms behind her back, and much thicker straps kept her entire body balled up and kneeling. Fantom loved seeing her *sweat* when the ninja passed by - sweating knowing that at any moment, she might decide to send the lovely Loraine into orgiastic fury while at the same time, edging and denying the stringently-strapped tiefling. But soon enough, they'd be joining Fantom in the bedroom - once Morgie was dealt with , and took their place in the foyer.] ===== The entryway where Morgie now stood was a large, open area. Tapestries hung on the stone and wooden walls like old laundry, as Fantom simply had too many to properly display. A crystalline cursed chandelier lit the room with magical light and cozy warmth. Enchanted bells played soft wintry music. Approaching from the third floor meant going down stairs, which Fantom did, but then she paused. Morgie was down there, and she was shouting something. Issuing threats. And offers. How did she want to return the challenge? [[Stride down the hall slowly|foyerslow]]. Maybe even start a speech. [[Order her minions to attack!|foyerminions]] No delay! Distract her first. Then... [[activate the inescapable pit trap!|foyertrap]]

At the top of the staircase, Fantom took a luxurious, warm, fluffy robe made from endangered fur and put it on. She descended the staircase, beginning a long speech. "Ahh, Morgie. I never thought we'd meet. I spent some time in the dungeons of a certain dragon with whom we are both familiar." Fantom took each step to punctuate her sentences. [[This went on for a while.|foyer-good]]

Fantom snapped her fingers, and a group of minions appeared in a flash of smoke! Faceless, all clad in leather, fishnets, white masks. Steely, eyeless, and posing wide. They mimicked a fraction of the haughtiness of their beloved Mistress Fantom. Some of them masculine, others more femme. Some of them hypnotized - most of them, really - and a few so madly loyal and crushing on Fantom they'd do whatever she said. All of them nice and anonymous. Nine-tailed foxes, elves, humans, shorter creatures, taller ones. A dozen or more, with more filing in. (And all of them only available to be summoned in the foyer.) Morgie was able to fight off a few of them, but there were [[so many faceless minions|minionsstruggle]]... [[Morgie was defeated!|morgierestrained]]

"So tell me about yourself, Morgie," Fantom said. "What is thy desire? Why do you enter my abode? And what do you hope to..." Fantom smirked, feigning fear. "And what would you ''do to me'' if you defeat me?" Morgie grinned. "Well, Fantom, I hadn't thought that far yet. But I just love seeing you squirm. In fact, I think you love it too. So once I have you hogtied, feet and body bare, I'd-" ##### [[K-CHUNK|pittrap]]

(text-style:"shudder")[#####//KYAAAA!!!!!!//] #(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"buoy")[⬇] 🕳] And... down she goes. Down and down, and pretty quickly, Morgie was disappeared into a deep, dark hole. Quite a bad end for her. Fantom gave a loud, haughty, noble laugh the likes of which she hadn't given in a *long* time. [[Later...|pit2]]

Fantom was utterly victorious. Morgie squirmed in Fantom's lap. Life goes on, and the kunoichi cannot get enough of it. She enjoyed an evil laugh, more haughty and proud than she'd ever lauged before. Morgie made a mewling sound. This was a predictable outcome, though not an unpleasant one for the kinky kunoichi. # THE END { (live: 2s)[ (stop:) Thank you for playing! Please let me know what you think and share the story if you like it. But maybe that's not what REALLY happened. Maybe you should try again, starting from the [[start of the attack.|morgieattack]] ] }

"You //see// Morganna, the difference between you and I is that I am a consummate planner. I am completely, utterly prepared. In fact, if you were to attempt anything, there is an 80% chance that I have already imagined you would and prepared a contingency." Morgie began to tap her foot. "That is because I analyze each and every one of my ''guests'' and try to determine all of their needs. Not needs in so much as they might be for self-actualization, but needs so as to be properly acclimated to my domain..." Another step. (link-replace:"This kept going. You can imagine what she was saying..")["And that's why, you see, you foolish little witch, you're about to be mine, and mine forever, and..."] At the bottom of the staircase, she took off her robe and threw it to the side. "And so, with all of that in mind, what possible hope could you have to defeat *me*?" [[Morganna flipped her finger through her hair.|foyer-attack-move]]

### //KTHWING// 💥 Morgie delivered a swift blow to Fantom’s jaw, sending her reeling backwards as though carried by falcons. Shiny, squeaky, sealed-up artwork on the walls made mewling sounds as the ninja sailed up the stairs, crashing through to the [[sitting room|sittingroom]].

### The Sitting Room <img src=https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/5.png width="600"> Fantom landed in the sitting room, her butt planting directly on a large cushioned easy chair. It rocked backwards, then forwards, and she had //just// enough time to dab her forehead with a handkerchief. She templted her fingers and crossed her legs, awaiting Morganna's ascent. The sitting room featured a series of chairs. All of them save the one she sat in were trapped, of course, with metal shackles, magical nullifiers, and power-draining runes. A pair of heavy, comfy cushions in the center of the room were subtly disguised, for in truth they were rubbery gelatinous goo. They'd encase and solidify any who sat on them, leaving them with ''zero'' movement as they slowly sunk into a gooey pod for storage. A central table was filled with everburning candles, illusory tea and crackers (Fantom didn't have many guests, so she didn't want to waste food) and very real tea (drugged, of course, though Fantom was immune.) In short, it was the perfect room to entertain guests. Like the one [[walking up the stairs.|sittingroom2]]

Morgie finally began to speak. She had a hungry look in her glowing eyes, teeth like gladii, and a heaving gait. "Fantom, I didn't come to listen to speeches. I came to make you ''mine''. This tower will be mine, the things and people within will be mine, and you?" Fantom let out a laugh like a knowing sage; slightly out of breath, but still utterly confident. "That's what //she// said as well." The ninja gestured towards a (link-replace:"maid standing at attention.")[maid standing and waiting for orders. She had white hair and glowing greenish eyes; their normal colors now glassy and muted, subsumed in Fantom's magicks. They had no thoughts in their pretty heads; they only had the empty obedience of utter pleasure. <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/ladyvioli/art/LV-2023-Model-Sheet-947635111" target="_blank">Violi's</a> magical arts had been really quite impressive, and now wearing a ''stringent'' maid uniform, she was stil useful. A tight fabric leotard. Snug fishnet hosiery. Tall, thigh-high boots with some very pointed heels. A bolero jacket. Arms in soft elbow-length white gloves. An apron around her body, covering up a tightly-cinched corset. A tall posture collar of shining silver (padded with purple-hued cloth), matching with a shining circlet ensorcelled with runes. Her entire head, nicely covered in a gwen-style hood that left her shimmering, glassy eyes visible - and her mouth and ears nicely packed and covered in smooth, glossy black leather. The other opening was a nice steel plug - currently sealed. Fantom had spent many hours stroking it, opening the ring-panel in order to gently dribble hypnotic potions within.] [[Morgie wasn't impressed.|sittingroom3]]

Fantom was so happy. She was just thinking about how she couldn’t even lose if she tried. Morganna the intruder was panting. That was a lot of stairs. She was basically defeated already. Famtom relaxed in her easy chair. She had a clever little idea. She offered Morgie a chance to take a breather and [[sit down in the chair.|morgiechair]] She offered Morgie [[some tea and a short break.|morgietea]] [[She ordered Violi|sittingoutro]] to finish off the intruder, turning her back and leaving Violi to it. She snapped her fingers and [[commanded the gooey cushion|morgiecushion]] to pounce the intruder.

“Take a seat, Morganna. Let’s settle this like civilized women - with a short game. Just take a seat in that chair, and we can figure out the Mistress of this lair with… dice? Cards?” Morgie took a seat. “I do love a game of chance. When I win, I get the lair. If you win, maybe you get a kiss on the cheek.” Fantom could see the chair already beginning to activate. She was salivating. She just needed more time. “Let’s try something more involved.” “Like what?” asked Morgie. “First things first. Take those two six-sided dice, and roll them together. Tell me the two dice’s result.” “That’s a nine.” “Ah, no,” said Fantom. “I meant like a ''d66''.” “What’s that?” “The first die is one through six, the second die is one through six. It gives you thirty-six possible options, so just tell me the two dice, not the sum.” “In that case,” said Morgie, "I got a sixty-three." “Very good. You’ll be an adult Dwarf, born in the wilds of Arina forest.” Morgie was having too good a time to realize that her powers were being drained and her mind distracted. Morgie was <a href="https://orteil.dashnet.org/randomgen/?gen=r0huhb1g" target="_black" rel="noopener noreferrer">glassy eyed and hypnotized by the time she rolled her age</a>. ### [[Morganna was defeated!|morgierestrained]]

“Take a seat, Morganna. Let’s settle this like civilized women - with a short game. And like any gracious host, I have plenty of drinks. Care for some tea?” “Black or herbal?” “I have both,” said Fantom, “but that’s chai.” “Hmm,” said Morgie, “I try to avoid caffeine this late in the day.” “Reasonable,” said Fantom. “In that case, that should be some cooled water. I’ll have Violi fetch us some herbal raspberry tea while we roll things up.” Violi departed, leaving Morgie kneeling at the table and staring at Fantom with narrowed, slit-like eyes. “Roll things up?” “Yes,” said Fantom. “So first, take those SIX ten-sided dice. Roll them together. That’s your Strength stat… Morgie was <a href="https://mothership-cockpit.netlify.app/generators/character" target="_black" rel="noopener noreferrer">face-down and asleep in a magical, drugged out haze by the time she rolled up her starting gear</a>. ### [[Morganna was defeated!|morgiedrugged]]

Fantom had such a strong homefield advantage, she didn’t even feel like seeing things play out. “Violi, be a good little hypno-handmaiden and deal with the intruder.” The plug gag in her lips precluded any specific dialogue, but Violi grunted out something like “yes mistress.” Though it came out more of a “yymmff mff-fhmmfffthhh.” Fantom drooled thinking about what she’d do to Morganna. She knew that Violi would win, even if she wasn’t watching. She’d probably be hogtied, or ball-tied. Her arms stringently behind her back, fists filled in rubber balls. Toes and feet exposed, ready for tickling. And body THICKLY packed down by some leather straps that would keep her in a vulnerable kneeling position until it was time to deal with her. Fantom stood up and exited as Violi adopted a combat stance. She let out her first long, hearty villainous laugh of the evening as she [[left the sitting room.|libraryintro]]

Fantom snapped her fingers, and the gooey cushion came to life. Seconds later, the already-exhausted Morganna was absolutely. Positively. Utterly encased. She was on her side, trapped and covered in a thick gooey layer of rubber that was shrinking, heating up. No air, no hope of escape. Moments passed, then seconds. Morgie began to struggle, toes flicking and mouth gasping in thick rubber. She squirmed, slowly at first, then profoundly fast, and then slow again as she began to run low on energy. Fantom teased her face with her foot, pressing down on her smoothly sealed visage as Morgie made the cutest begging sounds as she passed out. Fantom ordered Violi to take her away for interrogation and training… [[Morganna was defeated!|morgierestrained]]

Time passed. Morgie found herself sharing the same fate that befell so many others... Morgie couldn't believe what was happening. It was absolutely inconceivable. Beaten by the one target she ''knew'' she could take out. (link-replace:"Things looked grim.")[ Morgie couldn't see much of anything, actually. She had been in the hood for days, though thanks to its enchantments, time had no meaning. She was safe and preserved, so long as she found herself hooded and hobbled and helpless. She occasionally had moments of ambulation. But most of the time, she was **stuck**. Trapped in a heavy hogtie, in a submissive pose. Kneeling, often with her collar lashed to the ground, or with her hooded head strapped down outright. Padded blindfold. A fat gag; sponge stuffed in her mouth, then tape, then a heavy hood. A panel-gag pressing in *tight*, forcing it all in deeper. Arms behind her back; usually folded into a boxtie and sleeved up. Hands clutching her elbows. The boxtie sleeve harnessed around her shoulders. In turn, another strap leading to her collar. Individual fingers felt like they'd been dipped in wax before being sleeved up. Cruel. Bare feet exposed for the occasional torment, with her toes spread and soles available for tickling. Her big toes lashed together, and her ankles in exquisite leather shackles - tied to the boxtie. Fantom's very presence seemed to send a magical stirring throughout her body, edging her, egging her on, bringing her to new heights - or perhaps, new lows- of defeat. Some life for a villainess.] Fantom's hands moved up and down Morgie's body. She was sealing every lock with magic, melting the metal inside and tightening the straps. It was all over now. No more running around and kidnapping princes or romancing barons. No more attempts to summon succubi or deal with dragons. Fantom was draining her power, leaving her ensorcelled to her vile will. Resistance was just about futile; Morgie had kicked and squirmed enough for one lifetime. Hopefully, the kinky kunoichi would use her as something fun. She was a permament guest in Fantom's lair after all... ## [[YOU WIN]]

Trapped in a drugged-up haze, Morgie was soon marched down to the dungeons. She was aware of what was happening, which meant that she made the cutest little begging, resisting sounds even while she was happily locking her legs into some heavy metal shackles. The shackles led to a pair of profoundly heavy, fifty-stone iron weighted balls. Then, she obeyed Fantom’s next command - putting on a power-sapping collar. And finally, her next command - locking her wrists into some heavy-looking leather mittens and then letting them be shackled to the ceiling. The last thing she saw as the hypnotic haze wore off was Fantom smiling and locking a leather hood over her face… ## [[YOU WIN]]

Fantom sauntered down the hall. Now that Morgie was //''done with''//, she was deciding what to do next. She could head to the [[library|libraryzero]]. ...or head to the [[dining hall|dining0]].

//“Shhhh.”// Fantom blushed and giggled. She had been laughing so loud she was nearly out of breath. Strutting down the hall, she realized she was standing right outside the wide entryway to her grand library. And standing in that portal was her own personal scribe, ''<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/plasma-dragon/art/Relaxing-Miranda-993538284" target="_blank">Miranda </a>''. The mage held a hand to her steel-gagged lips. (link-reveal:"Fantom looked over Miranda. ")[Brownish hair cut short. Bangs. Pale eyes, glassy from Fantom’s hypnotic treatments. Hands unbound, but wearing thick steel shackles. Glowing sigils on her body indicated that this mage was here as a useful servant. She was clad in snug leather; a leotard, boots, gloves, over which went steel polished to silver. A glowing, hovering sigil that meant 🔒 “locked” hovered around her waist; the heaviest and most inescapable chastity belt that Fantom had ever seen or stolen. A chastity bra also went around her chest - she didn’t want the rare non-bondagized guest to get any ideas about her personal librarian.] (text-style:"fade-in-out")[//Quiet, please. This is ''your'' library.//]The words intoned quietly, magically summoned despite the panel-gag that covered the hypnotized and gentle Miranda’s lips. [[“My mistake, dearest Miranda.”|library2]]

Fantom quietly held her head in her hands, blinking and imagining Morganna showing up hogtied and teased within an inch of bliss, yet denied all the same. She slowly walked like this for a few seconds, until she realized she was standing outside the entryway to her library. Her grand scriptorium held many treasures. Including, of course, her personal scribe and arcane librarian, ''Miranda''. The mage bowed as Fantom stared at her. She’d been a very valuable acquisition indeed. (link-reveal:"Fantom looked over her librarian. ")[Brownish hair in a long braid. Pale eyes, glassy from Fantom’s hypnotic treatments. Hands unbound, but wearing thick steel shackles. Glowing sigils on her body indicated that this mage was here as a useful servant. She was clad in snug leather; a leotard, boots, gloves, over which went steel polished to silver. A glowing, hovering sigil that meant 🔒 “locked” hovered around her waist; the heaviest and most inescapable chastity belt that Fantom had ever seen or stolen. A chastity bra also went around her chest - she didn’t want the rare non-bondagized guest to get any ideas about her personal scribe. She was to be seen, not heard, and not touched.] Fantom smiled. She loved [[collecting things|library2]].

### The Library <img src=https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/library.png width="600"> Fantom entered, thinking that she might get some reading done on vampires. She wasn’t quite certain what type Morganna was, but she’d find out soon enough - STRICT study, careful observation, and a few experiments wouldn’t hurt. She was already grinning and thinking about the possibilities. Needn’t vampire enjoy air? Could she have her lovely new, utterly defeated plaything be completely encased in sticky rubber or a skintight suit? Yes, yes, that would be lovely; dip her down and then watch her squirm as it tightened and shrank from the heat. Why, her face would be so nicely sealed up; every little detail PERFECTLY preserved under thin rubber membrane. A nice juicy gag to ensure those fangs can't be used. And as long as she was being filled, there were other options as well... { (live: 5s)[ (stop:) There was a loud ### (text-style:"rumble")[''crash''] [[Fantom went skidding forward.|library3]] ] }

Fantom landed on the upper floor (against something squishy) above the warren of the 'main floor' of the library. Morgie was not defeated after all. That much was clear; she’d just blasted Fantom with magical force so hard she’d gone flying to the upper level of her study chambers, after all! And yet… the odds were ''stacked so against Morgie'' it wasn’t even funny. But Fantom laughed regardless. She leaned up to see a silently squirming (link-reveal:"Abby had cushioned her descent.") [<a href="https://www.fxdeviantart.com/saunterwing/art/Abby-s-Jiggly-Jubilation-ANIMATION-920965707" target="_blank"> Abby </a> was a lovely little thing. The hobbit had all the curves she could ask for, and all of them so utterly packed and thickly rubberized that she blended in nicely with the ‘real’ statues in the library. Purple rubber encased her entirely save for her hair, which Fantom had decided be let free - so that she remembered which hobbit that was. After reading a particularly cursed tome, Abby had been discovered rubber-sealed and with her feet locked to the book. Fantom always loved seeing people getting lost in a good novel. Stretchy, squeaky, with her tits and hips so gorgeously highlighted by dark rubber, she’d simply HAD to be put on display. The book kept her quiet too; save for the barely audible squeals from her packed and stuffed mouth, the rubber vac-toy actually managed to be totally silent. Quite the magical effect. She’d have to test some extrapolated versions on Abby later. She wondered how much noise she could suppress. How much stimulation would be needed to break the sound-dampening properties. ######"Mmfnnffnfghghg..."] A very nice guest indeed. [[As for Morgie…|library4]]

//Now… how do I finally deal with you? //, thought Fantom as she got her bearings. The mistress of the house stalked the upper levels of her library, navigating between tall stacks of books. Down below was a warren. It was bookcases; bookcases filled with tomes on history, and philosophy, and contemplation. It was novels as well; stories of romance and stories of song. Books on poetry and engineering, both of which she so appreciated when constructing her lair. Books on the refracting of light and on religious belief; travel guides for far-off places, almanacs for lands closer to her lair. Physiocratic and practical books, neatly stacked; traditional accounts of farming practices, of letters between faithful, of the common folks endless disputes. Papers on law and how to break it. Scrolls that would lead to treasure. Hundreds of written pieces that were spellbooks, arcane volumes that had given her power or could be summoned to grant her their strength at a moment’s notice. And all of it… was a bit of a ''disorganized'' ''mess''. Fantom gently patted her head, realizing that she’d simply lost track of Morgie in that labyrinth of learning. [[I knew I should have kidnapped someone who could organize all of this...|library5]]

Ah! An organizer. Someone who could //put Morgie in her place.// Fantom tried to mentally call Violi, but realized that the poor woman was unconscious and webbed, squirming after a defeat in the sitting room. That meant it was up to Fantom to get her hands dirty in her beloved scriptorium. [[She began to think.|libraryend]]

And so came one final decision - how to properly restrain Morgie while in the library? Surely Morganna’s defeat was imminent. It was time to decide how to defeat her - though she of course wanted to expend as little energy as possible. After all, Morgie was basically already defeated, she simply didn’t know it yet. Fantom tapped a finger against her cheek, and made her resolution based on what little she knew of vampires. Obviously, knowing that she was about to win regardless of what she did… [[She used her ninja senses to sense her presence.|sensed-attacked]] [[She made her position clear and mocked Morgie, insisting she was hopelessly lost in the library.|library-attacked]] [[She called on her minion Miranda to search the library for her guest!|library-bound]] [[She summoned the power of the books and scrolls she’d read, and cast a spell to find her foe.|library-spotted]]

The ninja crossed her legs and began to levitate. She opened her third eye to find Morganna, closing herself off to the real world. (text-style:"buoy")[// Where are you, Morganna... my magicks can find anyone I've met, and I've a range of leagues and leagues. Anywhere in the country and you'll be mine...//] This was total overkill, and there was really no need to spend all this time meditating to find someone. A private library? Not that big. And so, Fantom was quite unawares when Morganna appeared next to her. Fantom opened her eyelids, and her pupils shrank with utter surprise when her guest stared back at her. Pale skin was close to pale skin. Fantom exhaled hot breath on Morgie's face. ''“There you are,” '' both women said in unison. Fantom reached forward, summoning sticky magical webs at her foe. At the exact same moment, Morganna lowered her hands and let out a magical blast of wind. Both women were propelled backwards, sending Fantom sailing [[through the wall entirely.|dungeon-1]]

Fantom hopped to the railing, and put one fishnet-clad thigh up on top. Her hands were at her sides. “Oh Morgie,” Fantom said with a haughty voice. “You might hide betwixt scrolls and books… but I know how to…” Fantom was grasping. Shit. What was she going to say… ###//“I know how to read between the lines.” // ######Ehh. Close enough. [[Unfortunately...|attacked2]]

“Oh Miranda!” Fantom shouted. Miranda appeared from behind a shelf. 🤫 (text-style:"fade-in-out")[//Shhh. This is a library.//], she seemed to say through silent, gagged lips. “There you are!” Shouted Morganna. Miranda moved faster than lightning but with none of the sound. Though not normally possessed of incredible speed, the mage knew how to manipulate force and illusions and, more than anything, she knew how to serve Fantom amicably. It wasn’t long at all before Ms. Morganna was [[tightly bound...|morgierestrained]]

It was actually quite easy to cast a spell. Even if it did summon Miranda, who, in true form as her librarian, put finger to lips to shush Fantom. And, once she was located, Fantom simply snapped her fingers. Lit up like a glass sculpture at noon, every minion in her lair could see Morgie all at once. They converged on her, and just like that, Morgie was quickly [[bound and restrained and it was game over for her.|morgierestrained]]

Fantom found a nearby tome with a holy symbol; an ankh. She chanted magical words of faraway Kemetic gods, summoning powers of sands and silvered sickles. From beyond, she knew that an undead creature would be weak to a god of the dead. Morgie was indeed overconfident, and when she heard the words, she was utterly entranced. Old Laws kept the poor vampiress in place; Fantom’s aura was overshadowed by ancient jackal-headed gods that made her strong, and made Morgie weak. The mage simply wandered up to her guest, who’d been somehow utterly frozen in place, and spoke a few magical words to [[put her into a trance…|morgiehypnotized]]

### The Dungeon <img src=https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/7.png width="600"> Fantom had thought about every wall, every surface in her lair. Castle Cotpotros was her canvas; “guests” and treasure and artwork were her paints. Decorating was her delight. “Interior design was her passion.” But she’d never thought about the space… [[between the walls.|dungeon2]]

Unfortunately, in that time she spent figuring out how to finish her quip, Morganna had appeared at the top of the stairs. The vampire extended her fangs and tried to grab Fan from behind, but Fan managed to twist her body around - instead grabbing Morgie from behind with her thighs. She tried for a moment to choke her out before remembering she was a vampire. Miranda appeared to watch. Fantom wasn’t able to command her servant to actually help - and, she’d been so thoroughly hypnotized that she wouldn’t interfere unless called upon. As such, she only raised a finger to her gagged lips. 🤫 (text-style:"fade-in-out")[//Shhh. This is a library.//] No help against the vampire, then. Morgie was a strong one, too. With a powerful move that’d be the envy of any amateur wrestler, Morganna pulled a reversal of her own. She jumped into the air, and Fantom went crashing - headfirst - into the wooden ceiling. [[Ouch.|treasure-room1]]

### The Treasure Chamber Fantom had literally gone through a ceiling. No problem at all. She had so much virility - raw sexual power, stamina, desire, and for the time being, wealthy beyond measure. Fantom was in one of her treasure rooms. This one was the most ostentatious, with piles of coins of copper, bronze, silver, and gold. Actual piles. Selling a magic item was worth thousands of pieces of currency, and despite recommendations to enjoy favors and gifts in kind, Fantom loved //''cash''//. This did mean that there was a lot of metal specie to carry around and store. So, this upper chamber served as a lustrous, shimmering repository for her riches. She lifted herself up. Copper coins trickled down the hole in the floor, but there were so many piles that she wasn’t worried. She’d just need to send some maids to clean them up. [[Ahhhh… the treasure room.|treasure2]]

Trapped in a hypnotized-up haze, Morgie was soon marched down to the dungeons. She was aware of what was happening, which meant that she made the cutest little begging, resisting sounds as she restrained herself... //'' Put on those heavy steel shackles.''// The shackles led to a pair of profoundly heavy, fifty-stone iron weighted balls. Then, she obeyed Fantom’s next command. //'' Put on that power-sapping collar.''// And finally, her last command... ''// Place your wrists into those mittens and raise them up to the ceiling.//'' Poor Morgie! Locking her wrists into some heavy-looking leather mittens and then letting them be shackled to the ceiling. The last thing she saw as the hypnotic haze wore off was Fantom smiling and locking a leather hood over her face… ## [[YOU WIN]]

A demoness with skin the color of a love affair. Long tongue skittering over her newest acquisition. Lithe and acrobatic, moving her body over Morganna's form. Down the chute. Into the "Lair of the Pit Fiend." A demoness eager to play with her latest toy. To enjoy her until Fantom came down to the dungeons to ask for her back. *If* she asked for her back. (link-replace:"Morganna was webbed up, sealed, laminated.")[ <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/veroniquethedemon/art/Nest-of-the-Nanolatex-Demoness-927292778" target="_blank">Veronique</a> ran her long, long tongue over Morganna's body; her toes (eliciting a squeal) and her chest and her neck. And then she started webbing her, weaving her into a shiny membraneous cocoon from where there was no escape - no matter how much Morgie viciously thrashed, she just ended up stretched back into place. It was exquisite. The vampiress, formerly an intruder, was hogtied on her side. Arms back in an armbinder pose. Legs stretched tight to meet her wrists. The rubber cocoon sealed over her in a thick layer, gooey like sap, before tightening and shrinking down until it was thin, airtight. Veronique loved seeing captives make sounds like this, steamed inside gorgeous latex cocoons. Watching them struggle on their side, bucking and squirming as she sealed over a face - for the really kinky ones. Seeing Morganna suck in latex instead of air, mouth agape, tight against her face. Veronique ran her tongue over her plaything's sealed, shiny face for a bit before giving her air; giving her strength and stamina. All the more energy for **playtime**.] Fantom let her stew down there for a good long time. ## [[YOU WIN]]]

It was dusty. Fantom waved it from her face. She realized she hadn’t just been sent flying. She’d broken open a wall into a part of the lair she simply hadn’t been to in a long time. In fact, maybe she’d been here before and walled it off. Smooth stone walls. Stone walls and pillars. Loamy grass. Magical lighting. Openings to the outside, which Fantom reminded herself she’d need to patch up. All of it still kept at a magically comfortable temperature, which did have the effect of even making a dark and forgotten place feel artificial. Fantom got to her feet. Barely a scratch on her. That’s how powerful she was; thrown through a wall and down some shaft, and still unharmed. She began to search for the [[fastest way upstairs|dungeon3]]. After all, she still had to properly deal with Morgie.

Fantom started to realize. This was an area beneath her castle. It had various chambers of vaguely defined purpose. There was a hole leading up, meaning someone could infiltrate using it. It had moss and lichen and probably wandering random encounters. She realized she was in… ## [[A dungeon.|dungeon4]]

…not that it mattered. Instead of a fascinatingly difficult, drawn-out dungeon crawl filled with monsters and traps and puzzles and encounters and the occasional character to talk to… Fantom simply stretched and followed her vague memory of the place. It must have been at least a year since she’d been to The Dungeons of Castle Cotpotros. Maybe two. Maybe more. Enough that many rooms were filled with a layer of dust. This deep dungeon was hidden well. There were stories that there were victims that my not be resting peacefully in the dark, within this citadel’s walls. It all looked a bit alien to Fantom… (link-reveal:"Although, she saw a familiar-looking chamber off to the side.")[Ah. *''<a href="https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/cyndiz.jpg" target="_blank">Cynthia </a>''*. Fantom’s oldest rival; one of her first. And one of her most completely, utterly dominated and defeated and doomed. Yes, here she was , in supremely heavy bondage and utterly beaten. After a climactic battle - one which left Cynthia’s body and hopes bruised and crushed - Fantom had brought her to a workshop to be permanently bound, gagged, and sealed away. Nothing, NOTHING would be more suitably crushing a defeat than to be locked away and forgotten deep beneath Fantom’s castle. Tight leather restraints; cuffs and shackles and mittens, “comfortably” keeping her arms tucked. Strict, padded, ensorcelled steel, engraved with hidden runes to make sure that her location would fade from memory soon after she was seen. All of this was magically forged onto her body; a snug gibbet-like cage which showed off her gorgeous curves. Fantom was almost sad to see her gone. ‘Almost’, though. Because she’d been salivating and laughing and practically quivering with delight as she had Cynthia brought here - to a deep, deep and dark chamber. After a **last kiss** , Fantom had her mouth filled, ears stuffed with cotton, and head sewn into a heavy hood. Touched off with a fat panel gag and padded blindfold. Fantom liked seeing her captives’ hair but fully anonymizing her was just so hot. And then she’d been brought here, chained up; harnessed so that she hung from the ceiling, legs attached to a massive steel ball. Exquisite; an utterly doomed and defeated rival, forever consigned to be locked away. Close, but never found. Fantom noticed that the wall to the chamber had been broken. She reminded herself to have it walled up again soon…] She kept walking, passing over some metal grates. (link-reveal:"There was a permanent prisoner down here; a new one.")[Fantom realized there were several captives down beneath her feet.. Had she forgotten about them entirely? Was that a magical spell, cast to forget them entirely? Was she just forgetful and mean? Had a concussion caused her to misremember the place of some of her captives? No, down here was not where guests went. Not even her enemies, who she preferred to keep as bound and gagged warnings. Down here were the utterly doomed perma-prisoners. Fantom walked over to a grate in the floor, and leaned down. She brushed some dust away from the grate, seeing a name. “''AGNES''.” Beneath her, chained and hanging from her ankles, was a goblin. Locked in a long, deep, oubliette; a narrow, dark little cell. Captives went in, and they didn’t come out. Agnes was shortstack with some serious curves. But unlike Abby, who she had big plans for, Agnes wasn’t going anywhere ever again~ Fantom could still make out her fishnet leggings (standard for a ninja, of course) and leotard (also standard). But her head was locked in a cruel gwen hood, with her mouth packed up and body cruelly compressed with dozens of heavy straps - all of which, Fantom noted, were locked by steel padlocks which she certainly didn’t have the keys to any longer. (They were at the bottom of the oubliette.) A nice heavy steel collar. A magical slumber. And finally, Fantom realized, some friends. Nearby Agnes were four other oubliettes, all of them filled. This chamber had space for six. That meant that once Fantom had one more captive, the chamber would be ‘finished,’ and she could wall it up for good - consigning the six captives to an endless stay in Fantom’s dungeons. Myyes.] It was a dark place, a spooky place. But it was fitting for certain prisoners. Morgie would never end up here. Fantom had bigger plans for her. As she walked away from the chambers (which quickly left her mind), she heard it. The kthhk of someone landing on their feet, superhero-style. [[Morganna had arrived in the dungeons.|dungeon5]]

Morganna wiped dust from her brow. Fantom was standing at the base of the stairs leading upwards; out of the dungeon and into the grand staircase. From there was a dining room, and one floor above that, the bedroom. “Ahh… I like your dungeons, Fantom,” she said. “This is my kind of decor. The kind of place with acoustics where I can REALLY hear you screaming in pleasure, hear it echoing throughout the whole castle on a good night.” “Funny you say that,” said Fantom, “I was about to say the same.” “You can’t just do that. You have to say something else,” said Morganna with a slight pout. “You can’t just use my line.” Fantom smiled. “Watch me.” [[Morgie began summoning a paralyzing lightning bolt spell…|dungeon6]]

Morganna was casting a spell. And Fantom had just enough time to react, provided she was fast! [[Deliver a punishing kick]] to stop the attack! [[Counter the spell]] with a sandstone wall! [[Laugh at her futile attempts]] to resist the inevitable!

Morganna was fast, but even a fearsome wizard is no stranger to losing their concentration. Fantom was already in the air, moving with the grace of a cat, and knocking Morgie mid-spell. The lightning fizzled, as did Morgie’s confidence. Fantom kept going, engaging in a rare delight for her - close combat. Morgie was [[quickly defeated|morgierestrained]], obviously.

The spell was countered with ease. Was Morganna a better mage? Irrelevant. Fantom was loaded down with treasure, buffs, magical effects… hell, Castle Cotpotros itself was giving her a gleeful charge. Fantom’s magic was faster, and Morgie found herself stunned and zapped by her very own spell. Fantom enjoyed watching the electrified twitches as she was [[stunned and helpless|morgiehypnotized]].

//''Kya-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah! ''// Fantom just laughed, which was, in its own way, even WORSE than being blasted in the face with magic or a foot. Morgie managed to get the lightning spell off, which was… well, Fantom would never admit, but its electric kiss was as pleasurable as it was painful. She quivered just once, feeling the zaps flow through her body and making her weak in the knees. But before Morganna could leverage her hit, Fantom threw a rock at a wall - sending it tumbling (the walls were quite weak, it seemed) and creating a dust cloud which covered her escape [[up the stairs to the keep!|bedroom]]

To the library then! With Morgie defeated, Fantom sauntered over with her hand to her mouth as she let out a sonorous laugh. [[She kept laughing and reveling.|library-1sh]] [[She quietly sighed with a satisfied, malign look in her eyes.|library-1]] `

### The Dining Hall She entered the dining hall with a grin. There were already a few friends here. Some “guests” never needed to eat; magic allowed them to remain gagged at all times. Others, though, Fantom enjoyed pampering. And Fantom herself enjoyed a succulent meal; fish, freshly caught or brought to her by locals. Warm, baked bread. Stews and starchy vegetables, grilled and seasoned with impossibly expensive spices. And that was to say nothing of the goods made purely by magic. Traditionally, kitchens were kept separate from dining chambers. But Fantom had seen visions of strange otherworlds with “open plan kitchens,” and so the kitchen and long table were in one large room. The walls were filled with memorabilia, but most especially symbols; Fantom particularly liked the idea of guests conversing over strange, far-off and exotic religious icons and unusual weaponry. [[The table was wide and long, covered in silverware.]]

The table - as well as at the kitchen - were friends and guests and minions. Visitors to make the place feel more lived-in. (link-replace:"The kitchen staff hummed along.")[Magically-trained men and women were a favorite; the mistress of the house appreciated everything about them. Not merely the crass nature of their flesh but their skills. Even those who couldn’t cook could be useful. A fire beneath a pot was easy. Cooling things was more difficult. ''Princess Frostine ''had been caught and put to work, using her arcane abilities to refrigerate goods (keeping them good for much, much longer! Quite an invention!) and chill drinks on hot days. Fantom was bad at choosing temperatures, so she’d happily have Frostine come and go, heating and cooling drinks and food until they were the perfect temperature. This was a bit difficult since Frostine had attempted to run away a few times, and was now sentenced to be a hypnotized helper in heavy, hearty bondage. A nice leather leotard. Tall, sexy leggings. It looked somewhat similar to Fantom’s own look. A nice leather straitjacket kept her arms bound. Heavy straps ran all around it; one thick one around her biceps, squeezing tight against her breasts. Princess Frostine was frequently used for her nose in the kitchen, and today Fantom had seen fit to pack her mouth with a bit-gag and nose-hooks. Quite humiliating. Frostine drooled, but a glowing sigil around her forehead kept her from acting against her mistress.] There were several guests here. (link-replace:"Some were quite relaxed, enjoying Phantom’s company.") [<a href="https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/julietta-ref.jpg" target="_blank">Julietta</a> had the brightest smile that you couldn’t see. Even though Fantom didn’t DEMAND she be gagged, she seemed to enjoy it. It was a perverse pleasure that they both shared; stuffing her mouth full of sponge and cloth, wrapping it with tape, then wrapping it with cloth, then more tape…. It was perverse, silly, and it got Julietta devilishgly steamed up. Wearing a silky black-and-white nun outfit, she did no proselytizing. Instead, she sat pleasantly at the table and made gagged conversation with the other guests. Though her hands were cuffed, she had enough mobility to play a board game. Long blonde hair in curly tails waved slightly as she turned her head - she was happy to invite Fantom to the room. The gagslut was a very welcome guest.] By comparison, other guests were not as welcome, [[nor as happy to be here.]]

And that’s when it hit her. ### THWNGGG Literally. As in, something hit her. Fantom went forward, reeling from having a heavy ceramic plate impacting the back of her head. It turned out, Morgie was not defeated after all. She’d blasted Fantom forward. Fantom jumped into the air, landing at the head of the table - right next to her ‘guest’ Tilika, who began to moan and groan up a storm. Complaints. Tsk. Fantom had to make a decision. How was she to restrain Morgie while in the dining hall? Surely Morganna’s defeat was imminent. It was time to decide how to defeat her - though she of course wanted to expend as little energy as possible. After all, Morgie was basically already defeated, she simply didn’t know it yet. //[[What to do]]//, she thought to herself. Morganna’s eyes glowed. “I think I’m having Fantom for dinner,” she said with a malign grin.

Fantom tapped a finger against her cheek, and made her resolution based on what little she knew of vampires. Obviously, knowing that she was about to win regardless of what she did, she looked to the kitchen, the dining mats, and the food. She looked to the trapdoor Morgie was standing near. She chose to use… [[A silver knife from the table]] [[Grab a random holy symbol mounted on the wall]] [[Brandish garlic from a dip]] (link-replace:"Use a guest as a shield")[Fantom was evil, unkind, but not bad to guests. She'd never use someone else as a shield, even though it was a surefire defeat flag.]

Fantom grabbed silverware from the table. She knew exactly how to deal with vampires. Morgie smirked, crossing her arms. “You fool,” she said. “Silver only affects werewolves.” Fantom used the silver dagger to spread some butter onto a loaf of bread. While Morganna was confused, staring at Fantom //going to ''town''// on a baguette, Fantom threw a heavy metal candlestick directly at Morganna’s forehead - knocking her lights out. Some of the guests clapped. Others moaned with fear, knowing that their savior had been subdued. Morgie was stunned, and Fantom noted she was standing right where she wanted her. Fantom walked to the table, reached beneath it, and [[pulled a switch.|pittrap]]

Fantom was leading Morganna further and further into her lair. A surefire defeat. She decided to stop and strike a pose; one hand on her hip, the other grabbing a paper fan and fanning herself, ready to deliver a quick little brag. She could [[stand next to the weak wall at the top of a stairwell|dungeon-approach]] Or she could stand in a grand hall, one with acoustics, [[right below the treasure room.|treasure-approach]]

Fantom pulled a seven-pointed star from a wall and shone it at Morgie, expecting… //something// to happen. “Here’s the problem, Fantom,” Morganna said as she sauntered forward. “You’re not a holy mage.” “True,” Fantom said, casually throwing the symbol to the ground. “But the real thing… I know you. You don’t have faith in// anyone but yourself//.” Damn, Fantom thought. She got me good. “Dinner’s over!” She shouted. But Morganna took advantage of Fantom’s surprise. The hostile intruder leapt onto the table, and Fantom turned to hoof it. “This is no victory! Just prolonging your inevitable failure!” Fantom shouted. She got a few more words out before she began to sprint [[upwards|choicealpha]]

Morganna took a step back. “''GARLIC''!” she shouted. “I LOVE the smell of garlic! I hate it when people hang it near their beds. It's great!" "Garlic is useful as a seasoning. And a distraction!" "Only one of those two!" Morgie shouted. She was surprised and taken aback and stunned when Phan threw the dip at her. Vampires and garlic CAN match, just not when it's used as an improvised weapon! Delicious, albeit low in nutrition, its true value was in stunning vampires... While she was distracted, she was easy prey for Fantom and her minions, and she was soon [[captured|morgierestrained]].

When Morgie finally arrived, Fantom had a short speech prepared. She just needed Morgie to take the bait. "Do you know the difference between you and I, Morganna?" asked Fantom. "Yes. I'm a gambler. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. You're the jackpot." Fantom paused for a moment, trying to adjust her monologue to see if she could address Morgie's rhetorical flourish. While she was lost in thought, Morganna lowered her hands and let out a magical blast of wind. Both women were propelled backwards, sending Fantom sailing [[through the wall entirely.|dungeon-1]]

"Morganna," Fantom said with a booming voice, "You can't seriously hope to win. Prepare to die for your insolence!" "You wouldn't kill me," retorted Moganna as she approached. Her pale skin glistened slightly in the warm, magical light. "You're right. In part because you're already dead." "But I'll happily knock you silly," responded Morgie. "You're sturdy. I've seen it." Fantom had never been called "sturdy" before. A new compliment! One she'd never enjoyed before! She blushed. "Well of course, I am a rather well-endowed ninja. Most kunoichi aren't really physically adept as I am, but-" Morganna sent Fantom flying upwards with a [[strong uppercut.|treasure-room1]]

Not that many artifacts or magical items, nor tapestries or art - those were all on display - but there were a wide variety of forms of wealth here. Bars of metal; precious gems. And so much more. (link-replace:"Namely, a few cursed caskets featuring former friends.")[ Two sarcophagi were the largest pieces or raw treasure in the room. Both of them contained captives in succulently strict bondage. Some of the most extreme encasement Fantom had seen. Mostly matched with a few small details to differentiate them, the two caskets were made of gold and oily black metal that Fantom had not yet fully researched. In one was “Kathleen,” an adventurer of some ill luck and repute. The other was “''<a href="https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/shuumi.png" target="_blank">Shuumi</a>'',” an orc with a powerful body and prodigious strength but nowhere near enough to hope to escape. The caskets had a ‘lid’ of stringent, shining rubber-like stonesteel. Thick. Tight. Almost immovable, though a firm slap and smack made a bare amount of movement. Tight enough to press the victims inside, crushing them like diamond. Squeezing them like mummies in tombs. They were vacuum-sealed, arms and legs at their sides like an ancient kemetic pharaoh. The coffins themselves weren’t very deep, but even so they must have been mostly squishy padding. Further, further pressing them tight, tight, tight. But not entirely immobile. The occasional bare twitch was visible. Fantom had cast spells on them to try to communicate, with some success. She’d also forced them into erotic torment, eliciting the strongest, most desperate struggles she’d ever seen. And yet, all of that barely produced a finger of movement. This delighted Fantom. She lavished in it. She’d enjoy them from time to time, leaning on top to rub and feel their curves. Shuumi especially; a massive, big, thicc bitch like her deserved it. If she was a bit softer, she’d even be a nice pillow. Some time ago, Fantom had found a tomb with three such sarcophagi. The first one was closed. The second two were open. Shuumi had already been trapped. Later, Fantom experimented on it with Kathleen, ‘feeding’ it to her and ending with her quite nicely gulped and packed. Neither of them were in the main entrance hall, though. The faces were a bit goofy. Both women, despite being encased as if petrified in their rubbery tombs, had had their faces sculpted and molded, forcing them into wide rictus smiles, traced in gold and sealed in black. It wasn’t right to have them in the lobby. Besides, it was nice to leave them here for long periods of time. Let the dust settle. Let them feel forgotten, let them stew and slowly process their fate as perfect, permanent rubber trophies.] (link-replace:"They’d stay here, eternal encasees to Fantom’s glory.")[At least, until Fantom decided it was time to figure out how to get them out, and have some fun with them. She wanted them to meet; it seemed like they’d get along quite nicely. Even if that meant just testing them out by encasing them together in the same rubber sarcophagus.] Fantom heard Morgie’s voice. [[She’d taken the stairs.|treasure3]]

“We simply can’t keep doing this,” said Morgie. “We have to end this at some point.” She was looking a bit tuckered out. Fantom noticed a weakness. Would she bother to exploit it? “You’re right,” Fantom quipped back. “That’s why… it’s time to end your little adventure. Your very own ‘WitchQuest’ is at an end, Morganna!” Fantom though it fitting to… [[Reveal her plan, not that she had one|treasure-outro]] [[Knock her into the third casket!|casket]] [[Distract the vampire by throwing coins!|coins]]

Fantom pulled out her best ad-libbed evil speech. "I must admit, I am impressed by your persistence and courage. But you are too late. You are in my treasure chamber, surrounded by guards and traps and my lair. You have no hope of stopping me. You have no hope of escaping. You have no hope of surviving as a free woman. You see, I am not like you. I am not bound by morality, compassion, or mercy. I am the ultimate being, the pinnacle of evolution, the master of destiny. I have transcended the limits of humanity, and become something more. Something greater. Something... //ghostly//, like a-" "Like a vampire?" "No. Like a... aww, you ruined it," said Fantom. One final time. Morgie sent a wave of energy. Fantom went [[flying into the bedroom.]]

It was a sight to behold. A third and final sarcophagus; all of them containing impeccably, impenetrably, outstandingly encased beauties. Yes, yes, yes, this was *good*. Three sarcophagi with victims within; arms bound, legs restrained. Entire bodies restrained in squeaky seals, as if by a vacuum. Movement minimal. Fantom rubbed her hands together. Big 🔒 lock symbols appeared, glowing on her casketed companions. She thought she'd reward herself now that she had a 'full set' with some edging and denial. Something to help Morgie understand her place as a permanent guest. ## [[YOU WIN]]

Fantom threw a pile of coins and gems into the air and they collapsed on the ground. "Vampires are obligated to count things you throw at them!" Fantom said, with an incredible amount of satisfaction. Morgie dove for it. Fantom dodged back. They both failed some rolls. Both of them ended up together. Moment passed, and they realized they were both heading straight for the coffin. Oops. Three sarcophagi with victims within; arms bound, legs restrained. Entire bodies restrained in squeaky seals, as if by a vacuum. Movement minimal. A bit more on the third one, as the two women moaned, groaned, and thrashed - managing to move a few millimeters as they thrashed in furious, erotic intimacy. ### [[A WEIRD, THIRD ENDING?|weirdending3]]

Morgie charged after Fantom, the mage close on the heels of the kunoichi. At the top of the stairs was a nice, wide open sitting space, off of which was the door to Fantom's most personal, private of bedchambers. The attacker pounced. She pinned Fantom to the ground, using her body to press the pale-skinned beauty against the carpet. She was rough with her captive, trying to get her hands behind her back, squeezing and squishiny her against the floor with her body. Her weight was an advantage, and the two women ended up rubbing, grinding, struggling for moments. Chest against chest, hand against hand, hot and steaming, mage on mage. One was on top, then the other. Fantom clutched Morganna's neck and head between her thighs, squeezing tight as she tried to summon some latex over her victim's head. They fought to a draw. Morganna kicked Fantom hard, sending her flying through the door, into her most private spot of all. The top of her tower. [[Her bedroom.]]

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At the top of the stairs was a nice, wide open sitting space, off of which was the door to Fantom's most personal, private of bedchambers. Fantom skidded to the ground, but Morgie was instantly behind her. The attacker pounced. She pinned Fantom to the ground, using her body to press the pale-skinned beauty against the carpet. She was rough with her captive, trying to get her hands behind her back, squeezing and squishiny her against the floor with her body. Her weight was an advantage, and the two women ended up rubbing, grinding, struggling for moments. Chest against chest, hand against hand, hot and steaming, mage on mage. One was on top, then the other. Fantom clutched Morganna's neck and head between her thighs, squeezing tight as she tried to summon some latex over her victim's head. They fought to a draw. Morganna kicked Fantom hard, sending her flying through the door, into her most private spot of all. The top of her tower. [[Her bedroom.]]

### The Boudoir <img src=https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/bedroom1.png width="600">

They launched on her with reckless abandon. They grabbed her arms individually; two or three if necessary. Feminine bodies rubbing against her back as they stretched her arms wide, then behind her own back. The minions pinned her legs to the floor. She kicked, flailed, struggled, and thrashed, but they gripped - hard. Two to each thigh. Another at each calf. One on each foot. They pinned her down, folding her knees with a firm manhandling until they could strap her up. It wasn't long before Morgie ended up squirming beneath a gaggle of leather-clad bodies, pinning her to the entryway carpet. Fantom cackled. But they left the gag for Fantom. Let her do the honors, slipping a squishy, magical bit between Morganna's lips. She watched her intruder's eyes go glassy as she chewedd its arcane poisons, turning her into something more submissive. If she was going to struggle like a beast, then maybe she'd make a good puppy or pony... ## [[YOU WIN]]

The Raviel Sisters were a legend. But ‘’Tilika’’ was just a captive at the dining table. She’d been so smart, she nearly got the drop on Fantom. But of course, she didn’t understand just how UTTERLY POWERFUL Fantom was in this moment. She saw the haughty laughs, not the oodles of treasure and guards behind it. <a href="https://miss-phantom-stories.neocities.org/snared-in-the-lair/images/Fantasy_Tilika_2.png" target="_blank">Tilika</a> was to be made an example of for all the visitors and friends alike who came to Castle Cotpotros. For today, she was locked up in some rather tight gear, on something of a ‘throne,’ overseeing the dining table for dinner. The thief retained her leather cowl, her sensually tight pants, and of course had her shining green eyes. But Fantom had taken away almost all the movement she could. Her hands, laced into tight mittens - and then shackled, heavily, to the arms of her chair. More shackles at her waist. Her thighs. Her ankles. Tight steel against skintight leather. It made for a gorgeous combo, and meant that visitors could grope and tease her all the wanted. She made great sounds whether gagged or ungagged. Fantom also ensured she wasn’t going to look away from her duties at the head of the table. A nice posture collar was one thing; the leather strap across her forehead was just silly. But it did mean that everyone, everyone at the table got to see those gorgeous green eyes. Fantom smiled. [[It was nice to see her ‘friends’ enjoying themselves.|dining2]]

Both women were stuck together. I didn't really anticipate this ending! Well, that's that then. Not really the goal, but a suitably kinky finale regardless. ## THE END { (live: 2s)[ (stop:) Thank you for playing! Please let me know what you think and share the story if you like it. But maybe that's not what REALLY happened. Maybe you should try again, starting from the [[start of the attack.|morgieattack]] ] }