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“Another day, another captive.”
The mule would huff and grumble as they secured this prisoner’s arms and legs together, ignoring their cries and pleas to be released. What was their name? Who fucking cared, he was being paid to secure them in storage, not make pals.
He would heft the struggling, hogtied cat under his arm, carrying them to a specialized looking tub. Once they were firmly placed in, he would activate a few switches, and turn on the hoses.
The poor cat would squeal as a layer of custard colored latex was deposited upon them, the soft goopy slurping sounds filling their ears as they were slowly absorbed and encased. What started as a loose, clinging mass to their pelt started to harden slightly, solidify into a smooth, professional looking latex prison…
The mule would just look at his clipboard, checking to see what the bosses wanted as far as specifics. He ignored the now muffled noises from his captive as the latex filled their mouth with their own mouth shaped gag… “Ah shit, this one was meant to be collared. Fuck.” He would pull on some long gloves, stop the latex dispenser, and open the shield up so he could work.
The cat could only let out the slightest wiggles, the latex still warm but hardening around them as they moaned and struggled… they could feel the latex give way and tighten as a thick and heavy collar was snapped around their throat… Once that was done, they could also feel the way the mule’s hands were molding and shaping the latex around his horns and ears, making him whine… it didn’t feel too bad, but it was still so much…
“Nngh… mmph…”
“Shush.” The mule huffed, tightening the collar again and turning his attention to the other’s paws. He did as he was told, carefully scraping off the latex with one of his tools… he was quite delicate with it, ensuring nothing was caught by his work, and that the captive would still feel every single touch. For as gruff and disinterested as the mule was, he was still not so jaded as to leave his customers dissatisfied. He still ignored the cat’s futile wiggling and mewling, just ensuring the cuts to the latex were sound and to the company’s standard.
Once that was settled, he would raise the shield again, only activating the nozzles on the front. The latex resumed its cascade, falling upon the captive and covering their collar… Again, upon completion, the shield would go down and the mule would apply the finishing touches. The collar hummed and its display flickered, applying the digital tag of “LONG TERM STORAGE” upon the now faceless guest. A similar digital lock would appear on the others’ back, where the hog tie had been…
“Hm… this should be good.”
His eyes wandered up to the paws, hands testing the captive’s responses. He would carefully massage his paws, just using the same amount of pressure on the exposed pads as he would on the rest of their body… and only when he was satisfied would he pull back and turn on the cooling fans.
The captive could only moan and beg for help as they felt the latex rapidly start to tighten, the formerly warm substance shrinking under the cool touch of the blown air. It made it so very hard to breathe…
The entire fifteen minutes of this tightening and shrinking of this prison was ultimately ignored by the mule attendant, who simply would spend his time on his phone while coming by to occasionally check on the struggling cat.
Once it was done, he would shut off the machine, and heft the cat under his arm to put him away. He had a nice clean box and kennel to be put into, with all manner of stimuli to keep them occupied…
The mule would head out into the hall, and towards a cell block… “let’s see…” The mule would find the appropriate cell, unlock it via passcode, and slide the cat’s wrapped body into the gel filled cell. It molded to their form, moving just enough to stimulate then and accommodate them while the mule shut the door behind them…
The timer to open the seal was set for several years from now…
The mule would huff and grumble as they secured this prisoner’s arms and legs together, ignoring their cries and pleas to be released. What was their name? Who fucking cared, he was being paid to secure them in storage, not make pals.
He would heft the struggling, hogtied cat under his arm, carrying them to a specialized looking tub. Once they were firmly placed in, he would activate a few switches, and turn on the hoses.
The poor cat would squeal as a layer of custard colored latex was deposited upon them, the soft goopy slurping sounds filling their ears as they were slowly absorbed and encased. What started as a loose, clinging mass to their pelt started to harden slightly, solidify into a smooth, professional looking latex prison…
The mule would just look at his clipboard, checking to see what the bosses wanted as far as specifics. He ignored the now muffled noises from his captive as the latex filled their mouth with their own mouth shaped gag… “Ah shit, this one was meant to be collared. Fuck.” He would pull on some long gloves, stop the latex dispenser, and open the shield up so he could work.
The cat could only let out the slightest wiggles, the latex still warm but hardening around them as they moaned and struggled… they could feel the latex give way and tighten as a thick and heavy collar was snapped around their throat… Once that was done, they could also feel the way the mule’s hands were molding and shaping the latex around his horns and ears, making him whine… it didn’t feel too bad, but it was still so much…
“Nngh… mmph…”
“Shush.” The mule huffed, tightening the collar again and turning his attention to the other’s paws. He did as he was told, carefully scraping off the latex with one of his tools… he was quite delicate with it, ensuring nothing was caught by his work, and that the captive would still feel every single touch. For as gruff and disinterested as the mule was, he was still not so jaded as to leave his customers dissatisfied. He still ignored the cat’s futile wiggling and mewling, just ensuring the cuts to the latex were sound and to the company’s standard.
Once that was settled, he would raise the shield again, only activating the nozzles on the front. The latex resumed its cascade, falling upon the captive and covering their collar… Again, upon completion, the shield would go down and the mule would apply the finishing touches. The collar hummed and its display flickered, applying the digital tag of “LONG TERM STORAGE” upon the now faceless guest. A similar digital lock would appear on the others’ back, where the hog tie had been…
“Hm… this should be good.”
His eyes wandered up to the paws, hands testing the captive’s responses. He would carefully massage his paws, just using the same amount of pressure on the exposed pads as he would on the rest of their body… and only when he was satisfied would he pull back and turn on the cooling fans.
The captive could only moan and beg for help as they felt the latex rapidly start to tighten, the formerly warm substance shrinking under the cool touch of the blown air. It made it so very hard to breathe…
The entire fifteen minutes of this tightening and shrinking of this prison was ultimately ignored by the mule attendant, who simply would spend his time on his phone while coming by to occasionally check on the struggling cat.
Once it was done, he would shut off the machine, and heft the cat under his arm to put him away. He had a nice clean box and kennel to be put into, with all manner of stimuli to keep them occupied…
The mule would head out into the hall, and towards a cell block… “let’s see…” The mule would find the appropriate cell, unlock it via passcode, and slide the cat’s wrapped body into the gel filled cell. It molded to their form, moving just enough to stimulate then and accommodate them while the mule shut the door behind them…
The timer to open the seal was set for several years from now…
