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The offer's terms were as generous as her stated duties were vague, but Nina's allegiance would not be so easily obtained. She'd play along, and as soon as she found out where the group was operating from she'd tip off the proper authorities.\n\nShe soon received an anonymous email containing the address of a biotech company that went bankrupt over a decade ago - mostly thanks to investment in oddball projects that never got off the ground (according to the newsfeeds). It struck her as a strange hideout for slavers until she got there and saw all the infrared cameras, motion sensors, eye-scanners, reinforced bullet-proof doors, and other security measures that would seem excessive if installed in the usual abandoned warehouse. Her fur positively bristled from all the passive EM fields she sensed around her. This place was definitely anything but abandoned.\n\nAdjusting her breasts within her favorite electric blue dominatrix catsuit, she blurred her nine tails into a single fluffy appendage and mounted the steps to the entrance. A red light briefly flickered over her face, and was followed by the sound of heavy bolts unlatching and the clear doors sliding apart in front of her. The kitsune's eyes narrowed as she entered cautiously. There were no lights; what pale illumination there was came through a skylight which a thin sliver of moon shone through. Her keen eyes could still make out an elevator at the rear of the lobby and some sort of guard post or receptionist desk off to the side, but it was vacant and the thick mat of settled dust indicated it had been for a very long time indeed.\n\n\"Hello? Anyone? I must say, for all the trouble you went to obtain my services I had expected there would be someone to greet me.\" Nina crossed her arms, half-expecting to be addressed by some insane computer obsessed with scientific testing, but she received no response at all.\n\n\"I do have other places I could be right now...and unless something happens in the next five seconds to keep my interest, I'll be changing my plans for the evening. 5...4...3...2...\"\n\nJust then, there was a loud 'ding!' and the polished metal doors of an elevator spread open. A strong fluorescent light within was bright enough to make her squint her dark-adjusted eyes, but when the dazzle wore off, she was intrigued. The elevator was modern and well-maintained - a stark contrast to the rest of the place.\n\n\"That's more like it,\" Nina muttered approvingly.\n\nStepping into the roomy lift, the doors closed and she began to descend. She glanced about, but there were no buttons anywhere - nothing but a plasma display embedded in the wall and shielded by an inch of shatter-proof plastic which indicated the floors and the departments and offices they contained as she passed them by. Around the 50-second mark, she was becoming impatient and just a little bit uneasy. She couldn't really tell if she was really far below the surface or the elevator was just really slow.\n\nThankfully she wasn't far into considering escape plans when the elevator chimed and the doors opened once more. The panel just displayed 'Sub Level 7', with no listings below it. She stepped out into a long corridor only to have the elevator swiftly close behind her. 'Too late to go back now,' she thought. 'Just have to press on, keep up appearances, and hope this faceless herding bullshit ends before I end up summoning some spectral katanas...'\n\nShe began walking down the pitch-black hallway toward the only source of light she could see in the distance. She reached out to trail the fingertips of her cybernetic right hand along the wall, trying to sense the presence of any doors, but pulled away when she found the surface soft and slimy. 'Yech! Did some pipes burst in here or what?!' Her suspicions were reinforced when, after about 20 feet, her booted feet sank into something thick and greasy covering the floor. Cursing softly in her native tongue, she attempted to scrape off whatever it was, but when she tried to steady herself against the wall again, her hands slipped right off and she fell tail-first into the sludge-covered floor.\n\n\"THAT'S IT!!! This is NO way to maintain a proper dungeon! My boots are ruined, my favorite suit is covered in muck, and now someone has to die!\" Climbing and slipping back to her feet, Nina uncoiled her tail into nine separate ones and attempted to ignite the mystical flames that normally adorned their tips when she was angry. Instead, there was a dim white glow that appeared from somewhere on her abdomen. She looked down just in time to see a magic circle fade from view.\n\nIn a panic, the kitsune dashed down the hall with all the speed and grace her natural form would allow, closing the distance between her and the light, a fluorescent tube plugged into the wall over a checkpoint notice: \"Syn•biote required beyond this point.\"\n\nIn the buzzing white light, she could finally see that her blue catsuit was being engulfed in a second layer of thick, oily black rubber. Even her tails were now individually sealed away in buoyant rubber sacks! Her right hand was being pulled into a fist by a multitude of elastic black strands that were now knitting together to form a seamless pod around it. She could feel it squeezing around her now, even tighter than the second skin beneath it. It slurped over her left shoulder next, thickening as more of the substance flowed up her back. It surged around her neck next, swallowing over the collar she always wore and leaving its bulging, vacuformed outline in view.\n\nShe grit her teeth, channeling her fear and anger into strength as she curled the fingers of her remaining hand under the lip of the stretchy semi-solid and attempted to pull it away. The rubber resisted, but the combination of her strength and the fact she was already slippery allowed her to delay the engulfment of her right bicep. She growled in victory as she prepared to redouble her efforts, but the exaltation died in her throat as the living rubber changed tactics and went soft as pulled taffy, robbing her of anything to grip as it melted over her hand and continued claiming the rest of her.\n\n\"Excellent,\" said a raspy female voice of a figure sitting at a bank of monitors. \"If the newest series of 'biotes can hold up to that, it can keep anything trapped.\"\n\n- - -\n\nProbably my best attempt at coloring rubber so far, which is sad to me. Nevertheless, all you beginning rubberartists remember: perseverance pays dividends. About 20 hours of work, all told (mostly because Fireworks kept crashing during the coloring phase and I kept being set back 3 minutes' work each time). Too many layers, I suspect. \n\nSketched with mechanical pencil on copy paper, scanned at 300 dpi onto a 2200 x 2200 canvas. Inked and colored digitally in Adobe Fireworks. Final size: 8.4 Mb. Shrunk to 800 x 800.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A piece of gift art for Nina Tiels.

The kitsune was contacted by a shadowy slaver-ring who claimed they needed someone of her special nature and abilities to train their newest batch of kidnapped and brainwashed slaves. The offer's terms were as generous as her stated duties were vague, but Nina's allegiance would not be so easily obtained. She'd play along, and as soon as she found out where the group was operating from she'd tip off the proper authorities.

She soon received an anonymous email containing the address of a biotech company that went bankrupt over a decade ago - mostly thanks to investment in oddball projects that never got off the ground (according to the newsfeeds). It struck her as a strange hideout for slavers until she got there and saw all the infrared cameras, motion sensors, eye-scanners, reinforced bullet-proof doors, and other security measures that would seem excessive if installed in the usual abandoned warehouse. Her fur positively bristled from all the passive EM fields she sensed around her. This place was definitely anything but abandoned.

Adjusting her breasts within her favorite electric blue dominatrix catsuit, she blurred her nine tails into a single fluffy appendage and mounted the steps to the entrance. A red light briefly flickered over her face, and was followed by the sound of heavy bolts unlatching and the clear doors sliding apart in front of her. The kitsune's eyes narrowed as she entered cautiously. There were no lights; what pale illumination there was came through a skylight which a thin sliver of moon shone through. Her keen eyes could still make out an elevator at the rear of the lobby and some sort of guard post or receptionist desk off to the side, but it was vacant and the thick mat of settled dust indicated it had been for a very long time indeed.

"Hello? Anyone? I must say, for all the trouble you went to obtain my services I had expected there would be someone to greet me." Nina crossed her arms, half-expecting to be addressed by some insane computer obsessed with scientific testing, but she received no response at all.

"I do have other places I could be right now...and unless something happens in the next five seconds to keep my interest, I'll be changing my plans for the evening. 5...4...3...2..."

Just then, there was a loud 'ding!' and the polished metal doors of an elevator spread open. A strong fluorescent light within was bright enough to make her squint her dark-adjusted eyes, but when the dazzle wore off, she was intrigued. The elevator was modern and well-maintained - a stark contrast to the rest of the place.

"That's more like it," Nina muttered approvingly.

Stepping into the roomy lift, the doors closed and she began to descend. She glanced about, but there were no buttons anywhere - nothing but a plasma display embedded in the wall and shielded by an inch of shatter-proof plastic which indicated the floors and the departments and offices they contained as she passed them by. Around the 50-second mark, she was becoming impatient and just a little bit uneasy. She couldn't really tell if she was really far below the surface or the elevator was just really slow.

Thankfully she wasn't far into considering escape plans when the elevator chimed and the doors opened once more. The panel just displayed 'Sub Level 7', with no listings below it. She stepped out into a long corridor only to have the elevator swiftly close behind her. 'Too late to go back now,' she thought. 'Just have to press on, keep up appearances, and hope this faceless herding bullshit ends before I end up summoning some spectral katanas...'

She began walking down the pitch-black hallway toward the only source of light she could see in the distance. She reached out to trail the fingertips of her cybernetic right hand along the wall, trying to sense the presence of any doors, but pulled away when she found the surface soft and slimy. 'Yech! Did some pipes burst in here or what?!' Her suspicions were reinforced when, after about 20 feet, her booted feet sank into something thick and greasy covering the floor. Cursing softly in her native tongue, she attempted to scrape off whatever it was, but when she tried to steady herself against the wall again, her hands slipped right off and she fell tail-first into the sludge-covered floor.

"THAT'S IT!!! This is NO way to maintain a proper dungeon! My boots are ruined, my favorite suit is covered in muck, and now someone has to die!" Climbing and slipping back to her feet, Nina uncoiled her tail into nine separate ones and attempted to ignite the mystical flames that normally adorned their tips when she was angry. Instead, there was a dim white glow that appeared from somewhere on her abdomen. She looked down just in time to see a magic circle fade from view.

In a panic, the kitsune dashed down the hall with all the speed and grace her natural form would allow, closing the distance between her and the light, a fluorescent tube plugged into the wall over a checkpoint notice: "Syn•biote required beyond this point."

In the buzzing white light, she could finally see that her blue catsuit was being engulfed in a second layer of thick, oily black rubber. Even her tails were now individually sealed away in buoyant rubber sacks! Her right hand was being pulled into a fist by a multitude of elastic black strands that were now knitting together to form a seamless pod around it. She could feel it squeezing around her now, even tighter than the second skin beneath it. It slurped over her left shoulder next, thickening as more of the substance flowed up her back. It surged around her neck next, swallowing over the collar she always wore and leaving its bulging, vacuformed outline in view.

She grit her teeth, channeling her fear and anger into strength as she curled the fingers of her remaining hand under the lip of the stretchy semi-solid and attempted to pull it away. The rubber resisted, but the combination of her strength and the fact she was already slippery allowed her to delay the engulfment of her right bicep. She growled in victory as she prepared to redouble her efforts, but the exaltation died in her throat as the living rubber changed tactics and went soft as pulled taffy, robbing her of anything to grip as it melted over her hand and continued claiming the rest of her.

"Excellent," said a raspy female voice of a figure sitting at a bank of monitors. "If the newest series of 'biotes can hold up to that, it can keep anything trapped."

- - -

Probably my best attempt at coloring rubber so far, which is sad to me. Nevertheless, all you beginning rubberartists remember: perseverance pays dividends. About 20 hours of work, all told (mostly because Fireworks kept crashing during the coloring phase and I kept being set back 3 minutes' work each time). Too many layers, I suspect.

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