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Starlight does her best to master her panic, taking a few deep breaths and centering herself. These people are alive, they are breathing, and that's as good a place to start as any.

She steps back towards the woman she had examined before, commanding her orb of light to slowly circle the bound figure. Her eyes roam over the woman's body, noting with embarrassment that every aspect of her figure is put on display and enhanced by the skintight prison. She knew her own catsuit displayed her own body in a similar way, yet to see it like this seemed lewd somehow, and perverse.

Her eyes widened as she spotted a seam in the rubber, a small flap that concealed a zipper. Reaching up, she took the zipper in her gloved fingers and slowly drew it down, holding her breath as the sack split in two to reveal its occupant.

Starlight gives another gasp as the figure inside becomes visible, a young blonde woman with beautiful features. She appears to be in a half-trance state, laying utterly relaxed with her eyes half open her pretty pink lips parted, sweaty hair sticking to her face. A pair of earbuds are crammed into her ears, and Starlight can pick out a soft droning coming from them, hypnotic suggestion? The zipper slides lower to reveal that the sack is not the only rubber the girl has been subjected to. From the neck down the blonde is clad in an ultra tight black catsuit that looks as though it has been sprayed onto her, so perfect is the fit. Every limb is coated in shiny latex, down to each individual finger, and glistening with lubricant.

Looking inside the sack, the entire surface is slick with the same lube, ensuring a friction less surface and completely removing the occupants ability to tear or remove themselves from the bag. Starlight shudders and thinks back to her earlier thoughts of being inside one for herself, it would be and utterly inescapable, slippery, hot, rubbery prison, even for one such as herself.

Reaching in carefully Starlight slips her arms around the unresisting blonde and slides her free of the sack, laying her gently on the floor. She reaches out and plucks the earbuds free, tossing them aside and pressing her fingers against the woman's neck, checking her pulse. Despite her state, it is strong and regular, yet she shows no signs of waking from her fugue.

Starlight watches her for a moment, convincing herself that the woman really is in no immediate danger, and moves on to another sack. This time the rubber peels away to reveal a young male, as handsome as the blonde was beautiful. He too is clad in figure hugging latex, accentuating his figure and clinging to his toned body. She drags him free and lays him down alongside the blonde, doing her best to ignore the impressive package that the catsuit does nothing to hide.

After a few more minutes she has freed another two men, and a second woman, all of whom are undeniably attractive. She still has no idea what is happening here, but it's plain to see that it's nothing as simple as **** or trafficking. The hypnosis, the fetish-wear, even their method of imprisonment, it all pointed to something far more bizarre.

She reached out for another bag, but drew her hand back as she spotted one further back that seemed to be moving. She moved down the aisle, drawing closer and sure enough the slick surface of the sack was rippling with motion, the feminine form inside writhing within her imprisonment. Starlight wasted no time in reaching for the zipper and drawing it down swiftly. The woman within was a redhead, and she threw her head back as soon as she were able, bringing her flushed face free of the cloying rubber. Her hair was damp with sweat, clinging to her pale skin, and her eyes were wide with a mixed of panic and relief.

She practically threw herself free of the sack the moment she was able, collapsing in a glistening, shivering pile upon the floor. Starlight dropped to her knee's besides the panting girl and laid a comforting hand on the woman's back, withdrawing it swiftly as the redhead arched her back and let out a low, animalistic moan at her touch. Starlight reached instead for the earphones, plucking them free and leaning in to try and calm the girl.

" Calm down, I'm a friend. Can you hear me? Are you alright?" Her tone was soft and soothing, and the woman's struggles slowed slightly as she turned her face towards Starlight.

"Oh my... somebody found me, it's been so... Nggh! So long! How long... How long have I been..." The redhead speaks rapidly, her words punctuated by rapid breaths and involuntary gasps and moans.

"Slow down, calm yourself, your safe now. Are you in pain? Are you injured?"

"Pain? No, nggggh, it's a... vib... Ugh! It's inside the suit, teasing, buzzing, oh my god it never stops!" Starlight can only look on in shock as the redhead thrusts her hips obscenely, reaching down and pressing her fingers between her legs, rubbing frantically at her latex covered crotch. A few seconds later, her eyes go wide and she freezes for a long moment, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. She remains that way for a moment before a long, shuddering moan escapes her lips, and she collapses backwards, bucking her hips in Starlights direction.

The superheroine can only back away in shock from this obscene display, stumbling backwards into another of the hanging sacks and setting it swinging from its hook. She catches herself, panic rising within her as she stares around at the sheer number of people trapped in here, are they all like her? What the hell is going on here?