“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 display dummy is taken down at the end of the day shift.

Devlin is sprayed down with a strange spray, can shaped not unlike keyboard cleaner...they work to cover every inch of the goo with this spray, ensuring that the addictive properties are nullified for any outsiders handling it.

Two mules wheel the moaning and addled skunk off to Fleiya's office, as requested... she has a new job for him, one that she is sure he will enjoy 

==

The stern unicorn is writing up a report on this change in assignment, changing Devlin from display accessory to active use... it's a tedious process, but it's necessary. Annoyingly so. If no one else does this paperwork, then it'll simply never get done.

She looks up from her work as the mules knock on the door, wheeling the captive skunk inside.

"Thank you, gentlemen. Please, release his head, I'd like to have a word with him."  She stands from her high backed chair, as the mules carefully unpack him from his nullsuit prison. Feliya watches passively as the skunk's maw is freed, his eyes wide as he looks around. 

"Wh...where...?" He panted, disoriented from the sudden rush of clear air... "what happened...?"

"You've been in that nullsuit for quite a while, Devlin." Fleiya speaks up, stepping forward. "A few months at minimum.” A small simplification. He’d been in there to where the busy season was over, and his contract had since expired. “We would like to inquire if you'd be interested in a..." he taps her chin. "Let's say, a lateral movement in the janitorial field."

Devlin looks blankly at her, until one of the mules nudges him. 

"She means, same shit, different pay. Keep up."

"Oh!" He seems to realize what they're talking about. "....GOOD pay still, I hope?" He smiles sheepishly.

"Of course. Your role will be more active and your pay will reflect accordingly. Although..." she smiles. "I don't think you'll have any objections to the uniform that is required for this position. Your increased salary will be reflected as soon as you agree and take on our new suit."

"I...well I guess I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" He asked, wriggling a little as the mules helped him pull off the now more solid gluey suit.

"On the contrary. You have the choice to turn us down, but it would be in your best interests to accept. After all, in the time it's taken you to be a shop window display, we've improved our formulas and latex tech quite a bit."

It had really only been a few months, but this set of products had been cooking up for years... Fleiya smiled. She was sure this silly little beast would enjoy his new position, as there were very few who would fill it...

"I...Hm! Okay. I'll bite. What will I have to do?"

==

The sauna and gym shared a locker room, and with it came the vague smell of sweat and other fluids. Janitorial staff was always on site to help handle any sort of messes or incidents, but the off season could be rough for that. 

Fleiya had been put in charge of finding ways to keep the facilities handled and running smoothly during these more lean months, and her research and development team had developed some interesting results...

Devlin had found himself in a back room of the spa area, stood on a cart and under a perilously quivering bubble of latex. The gluey smell made him perk up, and he realized he would be moved into a new area... the R&D team would be suited up in hazmat suit style protection, complete with gas masks and gloves, as they began working on the process.

A mechanism dropped the bubble of latex onto Devlin, engulfing his head in a familiar sensation and smell. The heady, glue-like smell filled his nostrils, body shuddering as it splattered down his frame. It spread a lot faster than last time, sliding down his chest and evenly coating his frame with minimal assistance from the staff. It gathered onto his crotch, a pleasingly sticky sensation as it continued to encase him. In record time he was once again a faceless lump of latex, and once again, he would open his maw to inhale and swallow more of that sappy, gluey substance. A familiar warm feeling, not the same, but just as enticing.

As the last of the latex engulfed his tail, he would hear another burble from above, and another sense of pressure as another layer of latex based material fell upon the unsuspecting skunk. He let out a startled noise, mixing the two and practically forcing its way down his throat. The smell was almost overwhelming as it slid down his throat. The mixture was so thick, almost creamy in his addled mind, which made him cum almost instantly. Another splatter of the mixed latex from his cock hit the shield that protected the R&D team, which would be brushed back towards Devlin... 

Slowly, he was encased in the new and improved null suit material, with the team ushering every last drop back onto the cart so as to contain it.  The skunk moaned and panted, barely able to move himself... his arms would be molded over his chest, crossed and pressed tight to squeeze more air from him... the more he struggled or tried to shift, the tighter the latex's grip became, until it hardened enough to keep him still.

As if that weren't enough, he would be sprayed down with a new solution, an absorbent that would take in external scents and odors, and convert them into a cleaner, fresher smell.

Or so they told him.

He would be left to sit and stew in his new prison, the bulge squirming with each orgasm he had... it would not allow him to breach the external layer, trapping him in a self perpetuating cycle of cumming, swallowing the latex slop, and getting all the more horny.

==

He was wheeled out to the locker room, where a support column looking structure waited for him. A vent had been installed, with some fans positioned around the room to funnel all air into this one specific spot, absorbing odors and dispensing a fresh, clean smell for the gym users. 

Already, the janitorial staff was talking about how this was gonna help keep the place so much more fresh, how Devlin was damn lucky to be chosen for this position...

He would be placed in the hollowed column, and shut inside. The room would be flooded with the smell of the gym's patrons upon sealing, all of it absorbed into the latex...

Devlin could only moan and whine, trapped in a heaven of his own making, so to speak. The latex layer closest to him would remain churning slightly with every orgasm, constantly teasing his body with its gentle movements wafting the strong glue smell mixed with stink into his nostrils.

==

The R&D team would monitor his progress, keeping an eye on the patrons' satisfaction levels, his absorption levels... all during winter.

They would run the numbers, and realized...

They were doing well. But summer would be a lot worse, and changes might need to be made...

An escape from the winter’s cold was just what the doctor ordered.

The Steaming Rock Hot Spring may not have the most creative name, but it had some of the best reviews in the country. In addition to the hot springs for which it was named, they also had a state of the art indoor beach for those looking for a less traditional winter getaway.

Such as Seranata.

The elemental spirit was taking it easy on the sandy shore on the far end of the indoor beach, enjoying the quiet hours that were granted to her by the management. They had let her stay after most of the public had been kicked out for the night, and she was enjoying the artificial warmth that the lamps above were granting her.

What they didn’t tell her was that they had security for people who tried to sneak in, and had forgotten to whitelist her.

It started with a tug on her paws.

She sat up and saw a burbling mass of what looked like latex sliding from the waves. While she did scream and struggle to get away, a heavy wave pushed the blob forward, engulfing her whole body in one fell swoop.

Seranata kicked and squealed, struggling to try and grab at the pink latex like substance. But no matter how hard she pulled, she could not get her hands free. Soon she could feel it start to close in around her, wrapping over her face and wings as she staggered to her feet.it had reached down to her breasts, which were quickly covered and seemingly numbed. The latex in that area glowed with a sickly green, displaying lock logos on her chest. A similar design would appear between her legs, as a nulge was formed as it slid down to her hips…

The elemental spirit could not help but scream, her voice muffled by the strange pink latex wrapping around her. Her hands came up to her head, trying to grasp at where it was. But she found there was no purchase for her mitted paws, no seam nor hole to take advantage of.

The latex had worked its way down to her legs and thighs, and ballooned in size to form a more exaggerated version of her natural figure… at least in her lower half. Her legs were soon fully wrapped up, leaving her sealed within her pink prison…

She struggled to call for help, screams muffled as she was slowly gagged. The latex was expanding in her mouth, preventing her from closing it properly. All she could do was shuffle around, unaware that the latex had hard plastic handles along the back.

“Oh for gods sake. Who let a guest in.”

“NNGH?!” Seranata looked up, as she felt someone grab at these handles. She could only squirm helplessly as she was dragged away, trying to explain but finding herself unable to speak…

“Sheesh… one more pool float to keep track of.” The employee grumbled, dragging her towards the back of the towel hut. She would be hung up on a hook by the handles, alongside other pool toys who had broken the rules.

“At least this one is an attractive shape. She’ll probably be a popular model.”

Seranata struggled and wailed into her inflated gag, begging the employee to come back. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not get their attention. And so she was left on the rack, waiting for someone to come help her…

Kixx had been doing well.

Umber had been monitoring the rat's progress, and was willing to let him handle a guest on his own. It had only been a few weeks, but Kixx had adapted and practically outgrown the need for a chaperone. But still. Umber needed to keep an eye on him for another month or so before he could 'legally' let him off on his own.

So for now, he was just shadowing Kixx, who was currently taking a more complex room… "So. Kixx. You've been doing well here. Enjoying the position?"

"Mmm. You've been a great teacher, I really do appreciate your help." The rat said, smiling gently at his mentor. "I can't believe you vouched for me to have an early pass to be a full on Bellhop."

"Well, can you blame me? You're a natural. For now though, let's get through today's guests, yeah?"

"Yeah. Thanks boss."

"Don't thank me yet. Management hasn't gotten back to me on their choice. But know I think you have what it takes to function without my help."

===

Kixx would stride out when he was summoned, seeming relaxed as he greeted their latest client. A wolgon, who seemed to have a decent amount of luggage to carry…

"Hello sir. It's so nice to meet you." Kixx said with a smile, giving the wolgon a graceful bow. "The name's Kixx. I'll be helping you with your luggage today."

"Oh! Wow, uh. Thanks, man." He said, grinning and holding out a blue stained paw to shake. "The name's Cobra. Cool to meet ya!"

"The pleasure is all mine. I take it you've got a busy time ahead of you with all these costume bags?" The rat asked, tallying off the bags and making sure it was all accounted for.

"Yeah! I got a photoshoot tomorrow, doin some work for a studio. They said I could stay here on their dime if I came out here on my own ticket. So, yknow!" He said, chuckling.

"Of course, of course. Please, allow me." Kixx would push the cart over to the halls, leading Cobra to his room. Umber trailed along, leading Cobra to ask Kixx about him.

"Oh that's my mentor. I'm still technically in training."

"No shit. Could have fooled me." Cobra said with a whistle. "Here's my room, by the way!"

They would stop at his room, and Cobra would open the door for them both. Umber and Kixx would unload his things, making sure that everything was put in its proper place…

Umber headed towards the door, nodding at Kixx to do his thing. He'd be right back. The rat meanwhile smiled and approached Cobra from behind. 

"Y'know! Forgive me if I'm bein' forward. But I've never met a Wolgon before." Kixx said, tilting his head and spreading one of Cobra's wings. 

"Oh! Yeah, we can be hard to come by." Cobra admitted, letting Kixx examine his wings. 

"I wonder about how strong you are…" Kixx mused, smiling as he pulled away and got a bottle full of liquid latex out of his pack. Unscrewing it with a deft flick of the wrist, he would dump the contents onto the wolgon's head. "Let's test that, shall we?"

"What the-?! MGH?!" Cobra's eyes went wide under the goo, struggling and grasping at the sludge as he started to thrash and yank at his head. The goo merely clung to him harder, sliding down to his neck and squeezing. Cobra gagged and wheezed, clawing at his throat while Kixx went into a hidden compartment in the back of the room's closet. 

The rat would calmly extract some extra effects from the storage, chains and cuffs and such, as well as more bottles of the liquid latex. He stood back, just to watch the wolgon struggle before strolling up to him and dumping a couple more bottles onto him.

The more Cobra struggled, the more it spread. The warmth that his movements produced only served to allow the latex to spread further and quicker than normal. It would work its way down his body, creeping and encasing his wings. Cobra blindly lashed out, trying to get a grip on Kixx, trying to fight him or force him to let him go… but of course, the sludge would keep his face completely covered, allowing Kixx to sidestep all his clumsy movements and attempts to grab him.

Eventually, the latex was sufficiently warmed up, and slid over his body with ease. It pooled around his limbs especially, mitting and trapping his arms and wings.he would stumble as his legs were stuck together by the latex, leaving him unable to stand and only able to feel around with his heavily mitted paws.

"Awww, poor thing." Kixx cooed, merely grabbing him and tossing him onto the bed. The latex pooling onto Cobra's limbs made it so the sludge around his eyes was reduced to a thin layer, which broke apart and allowed him to see his captor.

"MMMGH! MMNPH!" He cried out, shaking his head as Kixx started to tie blindfold after blindfold over his eyes. Each one was supplemented with a thin layer of latex, before another would be layered on top. This would continue until Kixx was sure Cobra could not remove even a single layer without assistance…

"There. Pretty as a picture." He laughed, as the goo coalesced, and activated its special null suit properties. Bright lock symbols appeared on Cobra's suit, and that ensured that only someone with an Admin device could free him.

Kixx stretched and set up the chains he would be using to secure the captive, leaving him to squirm on the floor. The rat would start by collaring Cobra, and hooking the chains that would leave him hanging a few inches off the ground. Cobra squealed into his muzzle, struggling and swaying in helpless panic as he was hung up. All Kixx needed to do now was work on securing him with more chains…

He took his time, ensuring the chains were tight and taut, wrapping around his wings and torso especially. And as a final cruel touch, he would press a vibrating wand way up against the wolgon's prominent nulge… "This TECHNICALLY would cost you extra. But I'd be remiss to leave you bored when on vacation." Kixx said, flicking the wand on.

Cobra howled at the sudden stimuli, rocking and squirming in his chains as Kixx secured the wand with more chains. He was stuck, and good. There was no way he was getting down on his own. Kixx had made damn sure about that. And in the event he did get down, well… no one with an Admin device would be helping a random, faceless slave now would they?

Kixx just laughed, pressing the wand harder against his bulge. "Now. If you ever need anything, feel free to call me up specifically!" He sneered, turning on his heel and leaving the helpless wolgon to hang like an art piece. The Do Not Disturb sign had been hung up, and Kixx tossed the keycard in the garbage for good measure.

Maybe the janitors would find it. Maybe not. Either way, he was happy to torment such cute little victims like this…

The wand had been randomized in its settings, leaving Cobra needy and wanting, edged for the rest of his vacation. He could only wiggle and feel his cock twitch and jerk within his latex prison… no one was coming to get him, save for the photo crew.

And even then, they would only be there to take pictures of his imprisoned body, and leave him hanging yet again…

"This is… embarrassing."

The snow leopard would tilt his head, looking at the sheepish looking deer at the front desk. "What's the matter?"

"Well… it seems there was an error and we double booked the room." She sighed, bowing slightly. "Please accept our sincerest apologies for the inconvenience. We will gladly make sure the room you get is on the house for a week."

"Huh! Really!" Ellie asked, eyes sparkling as his tail swished in delight.

"Yes yes… here." She would hand him a keycard, smiling apologetically. "I hope you continue to use our services and have a fantastic vacation!"
==

This was the best!

Ellie had never had any sort of room upgrade or perks at this place. He was unaware that that was a thing that could happen at this specific hotel. It was so damn exclusive and high class in many ways, he'd never heard of them doing things that happened at typical hotels… he smiled and would get himself over to his room… which he found was one of the fancier rooms on offer in this tier.

It was facing the pool, with a direct link to the actual pool area itself… The bathtub was nice and big, and it even had a four poster bed! He hopped onto the bed, laying on the sheets and rolling around. Even for hotel types of sheets, this particular set was so fluffy… like laying on a cloud.

Today had already gone so well, he couldn't imagine it getting any better.
==

For now, Ellie would just unpack and enjoy his stay, often going out to hang out at the pool and just enjoy the sun. And when he wasn't doing that, he was taking advantage of the jacuzzi sized tub he had been granted.

The whole stay had been so luxurious, and he couldn't help but feel blessed by it all.

He never noticed that the tub's spout would rattle sometimes, like something was shifting in the walls behind it…

===

Another day, another luxurious time in the hotel.

He had spent some time at a party by the hotel's splash pad, and was nice and tired from the dancing and mingling.

He would stagger into his bathroom, and settle into the tub. The snow leopard would just sit for a moment to cool down, before turning the knob to let the water flow in…

Except tonight, there was no water, but a gush of silvery pink latex that splattered all over his paws.

"What the-?!" He yelped, as he struggled to sit up and get out of the latex. But the latex had practically glued him to the tub, making his attempts to shut the latex off harder than they needed to be. Ellie struggled, pulling at the latex and trying to reach for the knob… he stumbled and fought, eventually managing to shut off the main flow. But enough had gotten into him that it was up to his waist… he could feel the latex shifting of its own accord, sliding against his body and worming its way into him. A nice, thick, cock shaped plug would slide and form in his ass, stretching him out slowly and making him groan in pleasure… it felt so good, but…!

Ellie shook his head, eyes shut as he tried to sit up properly again, feeling around for the plug that held the latex in. Maybe he could have it drain down into the plumbing, and deal with the consequences later.

He managed to get up onto his knees with much effort, and dragged himself towards where the drain was… but he slipped, falling face first into the latex. His eyes went wide as he felt it slowly starting to creep over his body, the stuff forcing his muzzle open and filling his mouth and throat with a thick plug of the goo… it solidified over his muzzle, sealing his mouth shut.

Ellie desperately pawed at the stuff, only to find his hands had been completely covered by the latex. He could only helplessly try and remove it with a single, massive limb as the latex continued to suck him in. The more he struggled, the more the stuff pulled him in, until he was completely covered in the creeping, sticky mess…

And then it started to morph.

The latex clinging to his body tightened and wrapped around him, holding his limbs tight. But the external layers were… ballooning slightly. Puffing up and making any attempts to grasp objects or even himself nigh impossible.

With creeping dread, Ellie could feel himself being trapped inside what felt like a suit.

It slid and morphed, softening any hard edges and making him all the curvier and cuddlier. His paws were completely replaced with nubs, unable to grasp anything. The plugs in him were keeping him both wide open and completely silent, unable to make even the slightest peep. Any noise he made would be muffled WITHIN the suit, so any that managed to escape the latex would be damn near impossible to hear…

Still, he struggled, pawing at his head to try and remove anything he could. He couldn't see, but he could feel something changing about the encasing layer of latex.

It was rounding off.

Ellie could feel his features being completely enclosed, reducing him to a bubble headed, latex covered squeaky toy of a leopard. He could not see that the latex was even shifting in color, mimicking the spots all along his body, and even making pawprint shapes where his hands should be …

The snow leopard struggled and let out muffled noises, on his hands and knees as he tried to feel around for the edge of the tub. He had to get out of here, escape, tell someone, anything!

But he could barely get a paw up as the latex continued to build up his suit.

It expanded ever so slightly, squeezing his limbs and making them more round and less able to grab anything. Soon, the latex had all been properly absorbed, leaving a silent and helpless Ellie laying in the tub. Barely able to move and squirm, exhausted and struggling to get any breath…

He could only weakly hope the cleaning crew would find him, help him escape this plight.

Though… they might as well mistake him as a pool toy, with how close they were to the pool's store house…

Another day, another reservation.

Umber, one of the senior mule bellhops, would huff and grumble about being assigned to one of the more simple room accommodations. Sure, he could trade with one of the lazier bastards on his shift, but he took pride in his work. No matter how simple a job might be, he never once took the lazy way out. He wanted each and every guest to have a good time, regardless of their requests or overall tastes.

He would double check his tablet again, seeing that this one was some model or something. Some pretty lass who would be spending their time here in a nice and tight bag of a suit. But of course, only a suit. They could do so much more, but... he sighed, just taking a deep breath. He had his professionalism to consider here, and there was no arguing with paying customers.

He would give this one the best damn capturing of her life, that much he could promise.

=

Eventually, he would be rung up, causing him to hoof it down to the front desk as fast as he could without skidding. He would find the lovely woman waiting there with some bags and a beaming buck standing at the front desk. "Miss J, this is Umber, he will be taking care of you." The buck explained as Umber rolled a cart out and started loading up her things.

While J got the rundown of how the hotel was laid out, Umber just quietly piled her things onto the cart and got ready to move. She would be leading the way, to the third floor. Only once she got her keycard did he lift his hat and follow her as he pushed the luggage cart. "So. You here for business or pleasure?" He asked gruffly, as she pushed a button to summon an elevator.

"Oh, just taking some time off between shoots." J replied, looking up from her phone. "Just got finished with one, and I was looking to maybe pamper myself a bit before the next one in a few weeks. The grind simply doesn't stop for us, hmm? You must push a lot of bags around all day."

"Heh, and more. But I love my job. And I would not trade it for the world." Umber said, nodding as the elevator doors opened and he pushed the cart in. "Don't you worry, miss J. I'll make damn sure you're well taken care of. Got at least 30 years of service industry work under my old belt."

"Really! You don't look a day over 35, you know." J joked goodnaturedly, smiling as she tapped away at her phone. "I'm glad to know I've got the best in the hotel keeping an eye on me."

"Heh! Well, keep flattering me like that and I might not even ask for a tip." He joked back, as he pressed the button for the third floor…

=

They would eventually get to one of the fancier rooms, where Umber would help him to unload her bags two by two. Once the last bag was unloaded, he would just casually close the door as she started getting unpacked. The bulky mule's experience was on full display as he none too gently grabbed J from behind and handgagged her, dragging her towards the bathroom. He'd had the nullsuit and equipment hidden under the sink there, where he could easily access it while keeping his latest captive from getting too caught up in the excitement... "C'mon now, Miss J, let's get you ready for your relaxing stay!" He chuckled, ignoring her muffled yells and attempts to break free.

"MM! LGH MH GH!" She would cry out behind his hand, eyes wide as she tried to yank her arms free from his grasp. "HHHHLP!" J, while expecting some manner of treatment like this, did not expect it to start immediately upon entering her hotel room.

Umber dragged his squirming and pleading captive to the bathroom, where he would kick the door shut and immediately push her into the shower. It would not take him long to get her new null suit and toss it out onto the counter. "Now then. Let's get started, shall we?"

Despite her best efforts, her attempts to dart towards the door were thwarted by a strong hand yanking her back towards Umber, who would not hesitate to give her a nice squeeze to knock some wind out of her. In her desperate attempt to inhale and get some air into her, she would feel a wad of cloth stuffed between her lips. She could only let out a muffled noise of panic, shaking her head and trying to push the obstructive cloth out with her tongue... only to have more pushed in, and locked in with a jaw stretching ballgag pressed between her lips.

"There we go. Don't you just look delightful. Photoworthy, even. Though I'm sure THOSE photos might cost extra." Umber joked, as he worked on binding her arms tightly behind her back. Leather straps would be buckled up and secured with some heavy padlocks, before the same straps would be used on her legs. He ignored her squirming, humming as he lifted her up and slid her struggling body into the nullsuit, feet first. “Ah, but it would be a shame to leave you alone like this..” He had had the crew bring up a few wireless vibes, and would tease a couple between her legs, just far enough to tease and delight. Her reactions, the whimpers and yelps into the gag, made the job all the more enjoyable… For now, though, he looked her over, ensuring she was in place before having the suit slowly slip shut.

He'd worked with these null suits for a long while, and he still loves watching the way the latex conforms to the person's body, the way it clings to her skin and the way it squeezes snugly. Not too tight. Once it seals up around her neck, the bright lock symbol lights up, showing that only external override can cause it to release its captive before its programmed time. Not a moment before.

He would haul her out to the bed, carrying her over his shoulder to let her squirm and struggle, savor her weak resistance. But eventually he would dump her on the bed, pulling more of the latex up and over her head. It would slowly seep over her head and face, covering those pretty, frantic eyes as the bright lock symbol lit up over where her face should be.

Umber would dust his hands off, and watch her try and twist her way out of the nullsuit. Not a thing she'd be able to do until someone decided to be nice and let her out. Her muffled noises were just too damn cute. Umber looked forward to checking in on her every couple of days, to ensure the suit had not malfunctioned or anything... and to watch her struggle to try and free herself in vain.

For now, he would shut and lock the door tight, off to take his break...