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"I. Am. BORED." The rubbery draconic sabrewolf muttered as he sat, idly scraping his claw against the similarly textured desk that he sat behind. "What good is owning a legion of sabredrones that have taken over an entire city if we can't do anything fun?"

The sabredrone controller that sat opposite the desk with a clipboard in hand saw his overlord fuming and looked down at it, noting that other than a few scribbles he had jotted down he had not thought of anything that alleviated his master's need for entertainment. "Sir, the entirety of the city is at your disposal," the sabredrone stated simply. "Why not go see a movie or something?"

"I'm not in the mood for a movie or anything like that," Serathin sighed as he got up from his chair and looked out of the window, watching all those that he had converted living their normal lives as they walked too and from various buildings. "It's been ages since we've last converted anyone, especially with the new quarantine measures that the rest of the world is implementing to prevent me from having my fun. How am I supposed to enjoy myself when there are loads of creatures out there that aren't Sabredrones yet?"

"Well it was you that said that patience was a virtue..." the controller sabredrone replied, causing those glowing green eyes to stare at him with such intensity that it caused him to swallow hard. "I mean, maybe we can't do any grand gestures, but perhaps we could find some people to bring in and you can convert them personally? Would that make you feel better Overlord?"

At first it looked like the corrupted creature was about to shoot down the idea, but then a moment of epiphany dawned on him and a smile formed on his sabretooth muzzle. "Bring in others to convert..." he mused. "Obviously we can't go all out, but a team of assimilators could go out and capture a few to play with. Oh yes, this might be some very good fun, turn it into a game where if they manage to escape then they can leave untransformed... and, I don't know, throw in a TV or something as a prize."

"Excellent idea overlord!" the controller said as he got up. "It'll take a few days but if we go to the towns a few counties over then we can take a few people and bring them back here before the week is over."

"A week?" Serathin replied, shaking his head. "Why go to the next town? Aren't there encampments that are near the borders of the city?"

"Well... yes..." the sabredrone replied anxiously. "We could probably grab a few of them and be back within a few hours, but-"

"That's perfect then!" Serathin exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. "It's been so long since I've thrown together a game night. Make sure that my new guests are brought here untransformed, I want to give them every opportunity to escape my devious traps!"

"But sir, the one thing about those in the encampments is... that they're..." it was clear to the sabredrone that Serathin was no longer listening to him, already walking over to the elevator to implement the plans that were already swimming around in his head. The controller Sabredrone just shook his head and ended up just shaking his head. "Nevermind..."

A few hours later the sun sank below the horizon, the city taken over by the Sabredrones still as lively as ever as the lights flickered to life when the last rays of light disappeared. Serathin once more sat behind his desk but no longer in an idle mood, his tail practically swishing around in excitement as he saw the controller sabredrone come back. "Did they get them?" Serathin asked excitedly as he nearly knocked over his chair. "Are they ready?"

"They're being prepared as we speak," the controller sabredrone stated. "As per your request we have set up a special viewing room in order for you to watch everything unfold and the assimilators have made it so that they will wake up one at a time." Serathin continued to stare at the controller as though waiting for something, which prompted the sabredrone to jump slightly before grinning sheepishly. "Apologies overlord, the snacks have also been prepared and are waiting for you as well."

"I do enjoy snacks," Serathin rumbled as he walked around the desk and put his arm around the controller sabredrone before walking towards the elevator. "You did really good here, I think that after this you're going to be ready for a corrupter role if you want it."

"Thank you overlord," the controller sabredrone replied while practically beaming. "If you'll just follow me everything has been set up in the executive lounge."

"Ohhh fancy," the overlord sabredrone replied as they walked towards the elevator. "Managed to covert the owner of the building in there, thought he could hide out and not get swept up in the conversions. It's a rather interesting story of how I caught him..."

By the time Serathin had finished his story the two were already at the executive lounge where a number of other Sabredrones that the overlord had invited were already sitting and waiting. The huge screen that was normally for the private screening of movies was set up with what appeared to be a live feed of somebody lying down against a square of latex. "Alright then," Serathin said once they had sat down and began to peel the wrapper off of a muffin. "What's this one's story?"

"His name is Newlyn," the controller stated as the lights dimmed. "One of the first captured, a snow leopard by the looks of it. They put him in the first room you had set up as well."

"A fantastic start," Serathin stated with a grin. "Let us begin... are we hooked in for sound?" The overlord was handed a microphone and the rest of the Sabredrones settled in as they saw the snow leopard starting to stir...

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When the snow leopard started to regain consciousness the first thing he realized was that he was in a dimly lit room and that there was something black and shiny hanging over him in a metal frame. This was definitely a departure from the woods he had been scouting around in, Newlyn thought to himself as he tried to get up only to find his wrists and ankles restrained. As he wiggled around he also felt something smooth and shiny against his back that he was lying on, likely the same material as what was hovering above him. Just as he started to call out if there was anyone there he could hear the feedback of speakers coming to life before a voice came over them.

"Hello Newlyn," a voice said, the snow leopard shuddering slightly. "Do you know who I am?"

Newlyn paused for a moment as he tried to put a name to what he was hearing, only to have his eyes widen when he saw a small screen come to life to show the rubber sabretooth creature. "You're the one the Sabredrones call the Overlord," the feline said softly, causing Serathin to chuckle. "What's going on? Where am I?"

"Those questions are not important," Serathin replied, licking his lips before continuing on. "My name is Serathin and you've been invited to a very special game, one of my choosing that will be very entertaining whether you win or lose. Since you already knew who I am, perhaps you could venture a guess of what you're strapped too?"

"Um... I guess..." the snow leopard said as he tried to look all around him, seeing that there was a metal frame that was just like the one above him that stretched out the rubber sheet. "Is this some sort of vac-rack that I'm in?"

"Very good," Serathin stated. "It is also the subject of your challenge; once the metal frame is lowered and locked in place you will have a chance to escape by finding the keys to the four locks that will be put inside near your hands and feet, of course it will be a bit tough since you'll be inside of it when the suction starts. If you can get all four locks undone before you are rendered completely immobilized by the vac-rack then you will be brought back to where we found you as well as a few other prizes as thanks for your entertainment, but if you lose... well, we'll let those results be seen for themselves if that happens."

Newlyn found himself swallowing hard as the frame began to lower down towards him and in the darkness he could see shapes moving about that were likely more Sabredrones ready to secure the frame into place and probably prevent him from escaping. "There is one more thing that I would like to add," Serathin explained as the black rubber was almost on top of the restrained male. "We've added a few enhancements to increase the difficulty with each lock that you take off, namely a means to constrict your limbs even more with each one that you undo. Now begin the preparations, I want to see this one squirming."

Before the snow leopard could say anything else the television screen shut off and the metal rack clang into place, leaving him sandwiched between the two layers of thick rubber. There was the sound of jingling and he could hear the sound of the locks being clicked into place, likely being pushed inside where he could try and unlock them. He remained restrained in the shackles that were binding him to the metal below before he heard a voice say to take them off, feeling a pair of hands on each of his limbs rub up and down along his arms and legs until they found the clasps and undid them. They did so simultaneously and before Newlyn could react they pulled out and the last of the frame was shut into place.

As Newlyn attempted to push his way out from the sealed vac-rack the rubber merely stretched around him, forming hand and foot shapes while tried to find his way out of it. As he moved however he felt something brush against his foot which caused him to pause. It was a small piece of metal that was inside the vac-rack with him and secured to the area with a latex string. A key... one of the four that Serathin had mentioned as the snow leopard attempted to stretch the rubber enough to get to it.

Before he could sit up too far however Newlyn was suddenly brought back down as he began to feel the air getting pulled out of the vac-rack, the latex that had merely surrounded him before was tightening around his body. As the latex continued to press around Newlyn he used his foot to try and push the key that was next to it over to his hand, bending at his side in order to try and grab it so he could undo the first lock that was next to his feet. Not only did he have to deal with the restricted movement that was coming from having the rubber pressing against him on both sides but also the pleasure that came with it. With the stimulation coming from the material rubbing against his body he felt his cock begin to swell with arousal, though he continued to reach for the key with one hand is other had drifted up and down his encased chest towards his throbbing member.

Getting pleasured wasn't the only thing that was happening to his body either, he realized as his hand glided across his pectorals. Aside from the pressure still not being great enough to completely immobilize him it appeared the vac-rack had a secondary effect, feeling his soft fur melting into his skin that gained the same texture as the material squeezing against it. Rubber... his skin was turning into rubber, and as something began to press inside of his tailhole he realized it wasn't just happening to his outside. Though he couldn't see it a metal tube had extended from the outside of the vac-rack and had begun to push inside of him, not only causing the transformative coating to slide deeper into his tailhole but also causing his entire body to shudder with pure pleasure.

With the insertion happening inside of him it was hard for Newlyn to even concentrate on the keys, much less inserting them into the lock as his body continued to become awash in pleasure. Vaguely he could hear something announce the time he had remaining before all the air was sucked out of the vac-rack to trap him, though with the rubber pushing into his ears it was hard for him to concentrate. He could only imagine what he looked like as he laid there, his arms and legs sprawled out as he returned to a neutral position after a particularly deep thrust inside of him caused his entire body to spasm. Unbeknownst to him though they were going to give him the ability to see what the others watching would see, although it had a few other enhancements as a silver metal mask crept over the vac-rack towards the snow leopard's head.

The latex had already started to suction into Newlyn's maw when the mask completely covered it, pushing it onto his tongue and inside his mouth where it molded to his body. For the first time since the vac-rack had been closed around him he could also see, though it wasn't from his own perspective. As he looked through the swirling lenses he could see his own body laying there in the rubber, wiggling in pure pleasure while the mask fused to his face. As the rubber crept into his throat he found himself only able to make out a moan while he felt something else push into his rubberized ears.

"Not giving up so soon, are you?" the voice of Serathin said through the ear phones as he taunted the snow leopard. "C'mon, the first key is right there, you can do it. Better hurry though, only have a few minutes left."

Newlyn was able to watch himself as he slowly began to bend back down towards the key, watching the tight rubber ripple against him as he found movement slowly getting harder. The air between him and the latex was starting to disappear and he knew that soon the two layers of rubber would be completely encasing his transforming body. That seemed to cause his hips to buck upwards as he made a move for the key, finally managing to also find the first lock that was near it and popping it open. There was a strong surge of pleasure that came from his confines as he saw a number in his vision appear, counting down the number of locks remaining from four to three as something began to happen to his foot.

At first it looked like his toes were merely getting squished together from the suction, but as he felt his entire foot starting to widen he realized they were actually fusing together. The snow leopard let out a muffled grunt as he felt the rubber converting the foot on the side he had just unlocked growing and swelling, making Newlyn unable to feel or move it. He realized that when he had attempted to get the key close to his hand he had used his toes to grab onto it, but that wasn't going to happen with that foot anymore as it became a padded mitt version of its former self. Along with the mask he wore it started to make him look less like the snow leopard and more into something else, especially when he felt something bending his leg to pull his calf until it pressed against his thigh.

"Just wanted to make sure you were fully aware that you had already gotten that lock finished," Serathin said with a chuckle in Newlyn's ear as he could feel something bind his leg to itself. "Plus if you don't manage to succeed then you will have such fun walking around as my pet, making sure that you walk properly on all fours as my mask reinforces your submission. Of course you can avoid all that with three keys to go... but you are running out of time, so I suggest you hurry."

When the corrupted sabrewolf's voice left him Newlyn could hardly think straight, much less about the keys and the locks they belonged too. The rubber had continued to tighten to the point where he was unable to move much more than a few inches, which meant that soon his body wouldn't be able to move whether his skin had become latex or not. With the pleasure coming from his tailhole being thrusted into by the device on the vac-rack and the hypnotic spirals overlaying his eyes he was finding it increasingly hard to think of anything other then what Serathin had mentioned about being a pet. With his leg bound he knew what that would entail, the snow leopard walking around on elbows and knees unless otherwise given permission and even then his hands and feet would be turned into useless mitts.

As the rubber continued to form around his affected foot he realized it wasn't just a mitt that it was turning into, feeling the rubber hardening around where his toes and the edges of his feet would be. He had seen something like this before in pony play where the hands and feet would be capped with such things, and while he had only seen it on the horse that was modeling them as a means of bondage towards others it appeared he was getting the real experience for when they would release him from his bindings around his arms and legs. It was an intensely erotic feeling and the more he thought about it the more his thoughts became distracted from the task at hand as he found himself letting out a low moan of pure pleasure.

With the rubber pushing into his throat the snow leopard let out a low moan as he took his hands and moved them towards the keys that were next to his arms to unlock them. While knowing that wasn't a smart move considering the transformation he was already going under Newlyn didn't care, the bondage he had already undertook was driving him crazy and his leg being restrained while still being suctioned by the vac-rack was driving him to his limits. He didn't even care that he wouldn't be able to stroke himself off, considering that there wasn't much time left he probably wouldn't be able to get his fingers between his abs and the rubber suctioned around them in order to stroke himself off anyway.

At the same time the metal mask that had completely adhered to his face continued to feed him the desire of submission, the spirals swirling around in front of his eyes lulling his mind as the sensations of the rubber tightening around him were almost too much to handle. As his muzzle fused to that of the inside of the device he could feel his face shifting, stretching like a hand was behind it to push it against the mask. His ears were also feeling a bit squeezed and when it was done he realized that he mask had not just conformed to his face, it was his face now as the timer ticked down on what remained of his chance to reverse it. With his tailhole already warped and stretched with the dildo thrusting inside of it he began to feel his psyche accept that he was just some rubber toy to be used, a horse-hoofed gimp that would be in the service of the Sabredrones and especially the overlord as his muscles began to shift as well.

There was another announcement that said he only had one minute left that snapped him out of his reverie, one minute for him what he needed to do as he reached over with one hand and got the key into the lock before sliding over and doing the same thing to the other. His mind wasn't on the idea of escaping though, all he could think about was what he would look like with more of his body in the intense bondage that his leg had undergone. Even with time left on the clock that he could use to open the rack now that he knew the system he found his fingers trembling as he pressed them against the cold metal of the keys in the locks. There was only a moment of hesitation before the thought of what it would be like to have his hands transformed finally pushed the lust-drunk male over the edge.

Newlyn let out a grunt as he took both keys and slid them at the same time, causing them to click open as he gasped loudly through the mask. Though there was still one lock that remained near his other leg he didn't care, the snow leopard basking in the mental commands being subliminally fed to his mind as he felt his fingers start to transform. Just like with his toes he could feel the rubber they had become fusing together, forming into useless mitts that wouldn't be able to be used anyway as the rubber bands formed around his biceps and forearms to bring them together. Soon he couldn't move his arms much even if they hadn't been suctioned together by the vac-rack that was making it near impossible for him to move around.

With no way to reach the final key or manipulate it into the lock without some serious work the transforming snow leopard allowed the final process to happen to his body, hearing the countdown slowly clicking to zero as he watched the last vestiges of air leave the rubber he was sandwiched between. His throbbing cock was so outlined that he could see every detail through the thick latex as the machine continued to slide in and out of the latex opening that was his tailhole, feeling his vulcanized insides squeeze around it as he desperately tried to get as much pleasure as he could out of it. With the last seconds ticking away the only thing he could think of was getting off, not getting out as a pattern began to form on the rubber that surrounded his body.

When the timer finally clicked down to zero Newlyn was no longer able to move, trapped in his latex prison with only a wiggle from his restrained body as Sabredrones that had been standing by sprung into action. Since the snow leopard had lost his transformation would continue even past the vac-rack, the four creatures sliding their fingers around the area where the body of the creature was connected to the rubber that had restrained him. As deep black spots surrounded by sea foam green completely formed around him they managed to lift him up, watching as the restrained male began to squirm once he was completely pulled away from the vac-rack that had originally contained him. Though he was free the former snow leopard continued to lay there in their arms as his last leg was bound to match the other three, a sea foam green pad forming into a hoof just like the other three had become once he was released.

If Newlyn was looking at them it was hard to tell as the lenses of the mask that was completely fused to his face continued to merely show the spirals that had entranced him, one of the Sabredrones reaching underneath him and stroking his new rubbery cock while another pushed inside of his tailhole. Not only did this allow the losing participant in the game to release any tension that he had but also to help solidify his transformation, watching the new rubber creature shudder and twitch with every stroke of his new cock. Soon the bound creature's hips thrusted forward and he came, his muscular, rubber covered form practically convulsing as the final changes spread across his body.

Once they had finished with that they added a harness to Newlyn's body while running a hand through his mane of synthetic sea foam green hair before leading him out, allowing the new rubber bondage pet to get used to walking like that. While they would allow him to walk on two legs they wanted to make sure he knew his place and that he would be like that for quite a while. Luckily for him the vac-rack he had lost against got him thoroughly prepared for what was about to come next for him.

Meanwhile back in the executive suite the Sabredrones that had gambled on whether or not Newlyn would be able to escape the vac-rack exchanged money depending on what side they had decided to go on while Serathin sipped his soda. "Three out of four isn't too bad," the overlord mused as they watched their newest acquisition be led out of the room that the challenge had taken place in before the feed cut to black. "It did appear that he sort of... gave up at the end there, didn't he?"

The controller sabredrone that sat next to him was about so speak up when a rather large guardian sabredrone naga came up from the row behind and put his elbows on the back of his chair. "That was a pretty difficult challenge I think," the guardian stated, several others nodding in agreement. "I think if it was just the vac-rack and the mask alone he might have had a decent chance of getting out of there, but with the inclusion of the hands turning into mitts he didn't have a chance one he had panicked."

"Mmmm... perhaps I did overwhelm the poor creature a bit," Serathin replied before he shrugged. "But it was possible to be done and had he just went with his other leg first he would have been able to succeed, especially when he did that double lock open. But like you said he might have lost focus of what transformation happens to him when he did that and once his fingers turned to those hooves he decided he couldn't do it in the time remaining."

The other Sabredrones nodded in agreement, only the controller sabredrone next to him not doing so as he put his hand against his head and sighed while Serathin looked back at the screen. "So now we got ourselves a new snow leopard gimp," Serathin stated with a grin as he clapped his hands together. "Now that we got that first out of the way I feel like we can just keep tweaking the difficulty level so that it's really close, and I must admit that was very much enjoyable to watch. So who do we have next on the docket and where did they put them?"

The controller sabredrone looked up and realized that they were talking to him, quickly flipping over his notes that the assimilator Sabredrones had given them when they came in with their catches. "This one is named Azrael," the controller sabredrone quickly informed the rest as they looked up to the viewscreen to see a creature floating in a glass cylinder filled with water. "A jackal saber-dragon mix that we found bathing in one of the nearby streams. Assimilators put them in the room with modified aquarium that you used for your next challenge."

"Another saber creature, huh?" Serathin stated a small grin formed on his muzzle as he turned to watch the herm that was slowly regaining consciousness. "Well, this will certainly be a treat, I can't wait to see the outcome of this one."