The onboarding process had been smooth.

Nir had been welcomed in quite readily. As a guest and frequent customer, he had his name on the hotel’s files for a long time. And as such, they knew he was qualified for the role he applied for:

Technician and Product Quality Assurance Tester.

===

It wasn’t like that there was much for the position to do. The hotel was still just that; a hotel. At most, the Q&A testers would be asked to test out new means of entertainment, such as new venues and new equipment.

The biggest issue for Q&A were the new versions of the Silk Bots.

Upgrading to a new software system always came with inevitable bumps and stumbles, but Nir was tasked with helping smooth these sorts of issues out.

The prototype Silk Bot was currently sat on Nir’s shoulder, clinging like a silvery epaulet. It was bigger than its predecessor, but it hosted quite an expanded silk canister inside… 

Despite being just a little machine, he had grown inordinately attached to it. It had provided quite the service for him, and he’d ensured it could be identified by a little smiley face sticker on its abdomen. 

Nir smiled as he took it along to his own private office. It wasn't exactly huge, but it was clean and worked for his purposes. Using the keycard granted to him, hebwould head down a back hallway to unlock his office… Office 340.

The interior wasnt terrible at all. It had a desk, a few filing cabinets, and most importantly, space to let the Silk Bot move and work out its many kinks.

“Alright. Let’s get started.” The sergal said, settling in and getting started on paperwork. “Silk bot. If you could please get me a drink?”

The bot would jitter slightly, climbing down from his shoulder to settle on his desk. It opened a compartment to reveal a small keypad, allowing him to type in a number to place his order…

“Hmm.” He referred to the hotel’s room service menu, tapping his chin. “Lets start with something easy.” He selected a brand of cola that the hotel stocked, and would send the bot on its way.

No more than 15 minutes and the bot would return, a chilled canned beverage within its midsection compartment…

“Alright, that looks good.” He scribbled down the results on his notes, nodding. “Thank you.” Nir couldn’t help but smile as the little robot swayed back and forth on its many legs, moving side to side in reply to his gratitude.

They had inspected the silk bots that had been fitted for maintenance and locating faults and breaks in the building’s infrastructure earlier that day. So all that was left to test was the bondage function. The program hadn’t been released to the general public yet, it was still in testing. As such, Nir had the beta copy put into the little Silkbot he had been assigned.

“Alright. Let’s activate Bondage Mode. We can start with something light. You ready?” 

Another affirmative waggle of legs and its abdomen. 

The Silk Bot hopped up, spraying its silk and working on yanking the sergal’s arms behind him.

Nir made a few mental notes as he struggled, working on trying to resist the Silk Bot. He had been told to go wild without trying to fight it off, save for actually breaking it…but it was able to loop the silken rope around his wrists, pulling it taut.

The Silk Bot leapt down, running a trail of thread down his body and working on binding his ankles and knees. The cuff like ties were new, done quickly and before Nir had a chance to react.

Eventually, the Silk bot pulled him to the bed, letting him sit. “Okay! Okay! That’s enough! Cease!” He yelled, squirming. The Silk Bot would freeze, settling down as he started struggling… the silk was high quality stuff, slightly sticky without pulling on fur or chaffing sensitive skin…

“Alright. Not bad. The ties are all standard, mhm…” he tugged and assessed the quality of the ties, the knots and bindings… “Tight enough to hold people, not tight enough to be too uncomfortable. Good. Alright. Code number 902.” 

He spoke the code, overriding the Silk Bot’s programming and causing it to undo what it had just done. It would carefully undo the bindings, recycling the webbing as it cleaned up after itself… 

“That’s taken care of…” Nir stood up, stretching and checking his wrists and ankles. No deep marks, just slightly tugged on fur. He sat down, working on taking down the notes… when his phone rang.

“Ughhhhh…” he picked up, slamming his pen down. “Yes ma’am? What’s up?” He paused, letting his boss speak. “Oh? Needed in the main lobby? Fine, fine, Ill be there.”

Nir stood up again, talking on the phone as he moved to the door. The Silk Bot made a leap for his shoulder and missed. The Sergal didn't seem to notice as he strode off, shutting the door behind him…

The Silk Bot had jostled a component in its processor, and was jittering as it tried to make sense of the error messages littering its internal screen…

==

The meeting had been two hours.

Nir was just more tired than he cared to admit. As much as he liked this job, there were plenty of times where he wished he didn’t have to sit through the yap-fest that was team meetings… 

He opened his door, turning on the lights… and running directly into a huge spider web.

“What the-?! HEY!” He gasped, squirming and struggling in the thick layers of silk… now that he was able to properly look, the entire office had been webbed up, top to bottom… and from above, the Silk Bot would jitter and crawl down over him. It latched onto the back of his head, slowly spinning up a swatch of webbing up…

“No, no, no! Code 9-MRGGH THHH! NNH MMGH THHH!” Nir struggled to speak the code that would shut the bot down… but it was too late. It had wrapped a thick sheet of webbing over his muzzle, sealing it shut tightly… and now, Nir could only watch helplessly as it scuttled down to work on the rest of him.

The more he struggled, the tighter the bot pulled on his bindings. Nir shook his head as he ended up tangling his limbs more and more, only aided by his new captor… he could feel the way that the bot pulled and tugged, drawing his limbs in closer to his body, how each small movement tightened his confinement little by little.

It took some time, but soon he was completely encased in a tight, sticky cocoon. He could only helplessly struggle, feeling the way it tugged on his fur and made it hard to find purchase with his webbed up hands…

He struggled and cried out as he watched the silk bot move slowly across the room, pushing his door closed. Slowly ensuring he was hidden from view completely… and shutting off all his office lights.

It was going to be a long night of testing and trying to get out…

Of course these things happen.

The garden’s centerpiece, a magnificent array of mamy entwining vines, has been vandalized during the night. Many of the plants have been cut up and left all over… the trellis itself has been shattered by what looks like axes. And the opening of the garden show is tomorrow, of course.

The event coordinator was as cool and calm as one could be…even as the garden’s owner was freaking out about all of this mess… the bay unicorn would dart their eyes around, watching as the janitors cleaned up the mess… a few had thankfully shown up, a raccoon, a coyote and… a skunk.

Perfect.

The coordinator would use their magic to yank the startled skunk away from the group, ordering him to follow.

==

Before Devlin knew it, he was tossed into a greenhouse at the back of the property, falling on his ass onto a large planter… said planter had a tangle of vines sprawled out along several trellises, looping and coiling around each other. Yellow flowers were poking out here and there, releasing a cloying, but not unpleasant scent… It was an impressive display, but as Devlin tried to pick himself up… the whole thing fell apart.

Or rather, it all fell into the skunk, coiling around his limbs and securing him upright. Heavier vines wrapped around his feet and calves, resistant to his struggles and protests…

“Wh-HEY! LET ME GO! SOMEONE! PLEASE!” He called, eyes wide as he struggled. He pulled and tried to kick, feeling the vines pull him back into position tighter and tighter the more he fought… despite his panic now, the worst was yet to come.

The vine was patient, keeping their coils tight on their victim. There was simply no need to fight too hard, as he would take only half an hour to properly tire himself out… eventually the vines would start to squeeze, ensuring he was stuck fast…

One thick and heavy vine lifted itself from behind the trellis wall, revealing that it seemed to be the source of most of the smaller vines… its whip-like tip had a yellow flower at the end, dripping with a golden substance… it would slowly and deliberately drop dollops of this gooey substance onto the struggling skunk. Devlin gasped, trying to force his muzzle open to keep himself from strangling and being smothered. But all it did was make him swallow some of the sticky sweet substance. 

While this was happening, more of the vines had started teasing him, working on getting him erect and needy as more was dropped onto his helpless, struggling form. It oozed and slithered down onto his chest, his arms and legs… and most importantly, into his gaping mouth as he struggled to suck in air. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t spit out all of it. And the stuff that did make it down his throat left him feeling tingly and needy… more so than it should…

==

The process would take time. 

You couldn’t rush art, and Devlin’s imprisonment was no exception. The gooey layers would harden with time, slowly leaving a soft, golden layer all over the helpless janitor. He still struggled as best as he could, but eventually the flower that dribbled the stuff onto him would just latch onto his muzzle for minutes at a time… it would feed him the sticky goo, making sure he drank it down before resuming adding more layers of the honey sweet substance all over its new victim…

All the while, in an air pocket where his cock was, the vines kept stroking and teasing him, groping his balls and gently teasing his leaking tip… it wouldnt take long for his first orgasm to be coaxed from him, muzzled scream of pleasure barely heard as he was forced to cum the same golden sludge hed been made to swallow… the outer layers expanded slightly, allowing room for the newer, warmer goo to fill the space between his fur and the outer shell…

All the while, the plant would start to wrap its main vine around his encased body, holding on tight as it layered more and more around him… under the main layer, more gooey cum would be forced to fill the space within, trapping Devlin in his new, sweet smelling and sticky prison…

Eventually the vine’s main flower would come to rest on him, resting itself on his glued up muzzle.

===

The next day, the coordinator would have the planter wheeled out, with the new golden centerpiece displayed proudly where the former had been.

The fundraiser for the botanical gardens was a smash hit, all thanks to their captive hero… his reward was being kept inside his prison, where he would be made to cum over and over, the cycle within repeating endlessly…

The Hotel was exceptionally accommodating to all kinds.

Nir was lounging by the pool in little more than shades and a sun hat, with very little fuss being made. The sergal would just soak up the rays, the warmth of the sun leaving him nice and sleepy. He'd just finished taking a few laps around the pool while there weren't any other guests around, to ensure they'd gotten their exercise in for the day. Now he was lounging out to dry, enjoying the peace and tranquility the Oasis Pools provided…

Until they didn't.

"Sorry! Sorry! Ah!" 

Nir lifted his shades to see a green and gold lizardgirl dash past the lounger he was seated on, being chased by security.

"Hey. The sign says no running." Nir called after her as she ran past. 

"Mind your own damn business!" She yelled, panting as she skidded on the wet stone floor and scrambled past the shaded alcove. The security stallions continued to chase, eventually leaving Nir alone again… the peaceful atmosphere returned, allowing the sergal to just loaf and lounge until other guests started to arrive.

By then, he was dry enough that he felt fine going back to his room.

==

He wandered in, towel draped over his shoulder… and opened the glass double doors to witness the same lizard girl being dragged back towards an employees only area. She was yelling and hollering and kicking up a fuss, but the stallion guards were quick to muzzle her up properly.

"Heh. Told you not to run by the pool. Guess they gotta send you to pool jail now, huh?" Nir would walk over to boop her snout, nodding to the security officials as she started raging into her gag.

"Don't worry, sir. This one's been taken care of." One of the stallions, a big bay, would nod and usher him along.

"What did she do, anyway? Surely running by the pool isn't THAT severe of a crime?" He teased with a grin.

"Nah. She's just one of our engineers who needs to be brought to heel. It's an issue that's been resolved, you just enjoy your day now, sir." The other stallion, a handsome looking black draft horse, would say, helping drag the indignant lizard away. 

Nir would wave them off, smiling as he headed off to his room on the first floor.

==

Housekeeping appeared to have just stopped by, as the sheets were done up, and all of his personal effects had been put aside and tucked away. For now, Nir would hang up a do not disturb sign on the door, and lock it shut.

He tossed his towel up onto the counter of the bathroom, getting ready for a nice relaxing shower. All that sunbathing had made him exceptionally sleepy, and now he was ready for a shower and a nap. This room in particular had been an upgrade, featuring a more lush bathroom with a new waterfall style shower system and shampoo and bodywash dispensers elegantly put up on the walls.

What he did not expect from such a luxurious bathroom was the wall rumbling before producing a wave of sticky black gunk.

Nir gasped, as his feet were immediately pseudo-cemented to the floor of the shower stall. Escape was almost immediately impossible, as he desperately tried to pull himself out. The latex kept gushing in, working its way up his thighs… the sergal fumbled with the knobs, trying to turn it off but ultimately turning them incorrectly and increasing the flow. The sudden extra surge washed over his face, congealing over his muzzle as he managed to reduce the flow again.

Nir pawed at his face in desperation, eyes wide. He couldn't breathe! The stuff was in his nose, and was seeping into his maw when he tried to scream for help. He could feel it lining his mouth as he let out a muffled noise, his frantic attempts to inhale only drawing more of the latex in. The goop was rising, slowly starting to cover his paws and making it damn near impossible to lift them again. Nir struggled to pull them up, trying his best to still paw his mouth free…

There was no escape, as the pressure of the incoming latex would have pushed the door closed and sealed it nice and airtight. Nir struggled to try and pull the doors open, and found that it was too heavy… the latex was holding it closed, trapping the sergal in his little cell…

The latex was at chest height now, and even breathing was getting a bit harder. The latex seemed to have a mind of its own, compressing his chest and seeming to… massage him? It slowly crept up his body, as the flow of latex seemed to miraculously slow… it was mostly the doing of the latex itself, controlling the knobs it now covered completely. But the flow did not stop. It merely settled to something more steady, more menacing in its arrival. It kept filling the stall, reaching up to his neck and squeezing that too. The sergal wheezed and gasped, shaking his head. His paws were now completely trapped under the living latex, barely able to breach the surface of the stuff. Nir's chest could barely expand at some points, while he seemed almost capable of breathing through the thick latex glob that covered his muzzle.

Nir's struggles weakened the longer this kept up… he was tiring out, and it was clear that he would not be able to get out on his own. He struggled to keep his head above the latex, even if he couldn't physically keep his nose above the surface. Surely, someone could come by to find him, right? No… he recalled that the room had already been cleaned… so housekeeping was unlikely to show up again until…

He began to struggle harder, eyes wide as he tried to fight the living goo that held him. By now, the latex was doing its job, teasing his body and constricting his breathing. As good as it all felt, he had to get out somehow! But how?

Eventually, as his spurt of panicked energy began to wear off, he looked on in horror as thick tendrils of latex reared up and engulfed his head. Like a slow tidal wave, his head was wrapped up in the goo, leaving only his eyes exposed.

Nir could not breath, could barely move, as the latex held him still. He whimpered, shutting his eyes as he was kept still and silent. The latex had its own agenda, and would not give up its prize so easily. The gooey mass would stroke him, teasing him every which way, stimulating every hidden spot on his body. It sought out his favorite spots and spots he didn't even know existed. It wrapped all around his body and worked its magic until all he could think about was staying here, in its embrace.

And of course, it would edge him. He moaned and whined, as the latex prison finally covered his eyes.

===

Housekeeping would only come the next day, but they would skip over his room since Nir had hung up a Do No Disturb sign.

Who knew when they'd finally decide to check on him?

Not that he was complaining.

The latex was doing its job, after all.