Art Project

"Fuck you! Let me go!" Arkadia howled, trying to wrench her forelegs free from the lionesses frog-marching her down the hallway. The short, svelte hyena thought this was going to be a simple night out, just an evening on her own at the club. She was not expecting two hulking, powerful lionesses to grab her the second she walked through the door and drag her through a side door and down to some weird basement.

Neither of them would say a word to the hyena, and they were both far stronger than her. She stood no chance of overpowering them, but she couldn't just give in! She cursed, spat, and bared her claws, but pinned as she was she couldn't even scratch her assailants. When she went limp and tried to be nothing but a dead weight, they still kept taking her deeper into the bowels of the building.

The trio finally reached a red steel door at the end of the hallway with "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY" stamped on it. One of the lionesses reached up and gave it a firm knock. Arkadia looked up at her with a scowl.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" She asked, growling.

"Where dirty dogs belong," the lioness to her left replied tersely.

"What are you talking about?!" Arkadia exclaimed, kicking the lioness as hard as she could. "You have no right to do this, let me go!"

"No," the lioness on the right said. "Stop arguing. This will be easier for you if you accept that we have every right to do whatever we please."

"I'll have your jobs!" Arkadia protested. "I'll have you thrown in jail! I'm an important fucking figure, I've played this club ten times!"

The lioness on her left chuckled darkly. "As if that will save you," she said. "Your absence will not be noticed. Now shut up."

That response gave Arkadia pause. What the hell did she mean by that? She wasn't an interplanetary celebrity or anything, but people knew who she was! Her following wasn't massive, but it was devoted. They would definitely notice if these damn lionesses decided to disappear her or send her off to one of the labor colonies in a different system. She would just have to bide her time and wait for rescue.

The red steel door swung open with a loud buzzing sound, and the lionesses shoved Arkadia through without another word. Instead of another hallway, the blue-haired hyena fell down a pit into pure, inky blackness. She screamed, looking for anything to stop or slow her descent, but the walls were too far away. All Arkadia could do was fall further, her screams swallowed by the void.

"Oh goody, it's you!" An excited female voice called from the shadows. "I've been asking them to bring you to me for months and months! Ever since the first night I saw you on stage, I knew you just had to join my collection!"

That only raised further questions, but Arkadia was far more worried about her imminent acquaintance with the floor of this pit, wherever it was. Luckily, she landed on a massive latex bag full of air, sinking about ten feet into it before bouncing back upward. She bounced on the bag three more times before finally coming to a stop. Pink lights switched on once she settled in, built into sconces on three of the walls.

The fourth wall was one giant screen, now lit up with... was that a puppy? She looked like a robot, with ball joints and a display screen instead of a face. Her whole body was covered in bright pink fur, with sparkling gold claws at the ends of each of her paws. Arkadia didn't have the faintest idea who this dog was, nor could she see any plausible pathway to getting away from her.

"Hehe, hi!" The puppy chirped, her fluffy tail wagging behind her. "My name's Dot. Welcome to my craft room!"

"Are you the uh, the owner or something?" Arkadia asked uneasily. She looked all around her new prison, but she didn't see any way out. No doors, no windows, not even an air vent. She was stuck here with this digital puppy, and judging by the unhinged tinge to her giggles, that was not ideal.

"Owner? Oh, you're so funny!" Dot giggled. "Stars no. I'm just stuck here! Some big cat ladies tricked me and programmed me into the club's servers, and they said they aren't gonna let me go until I make sure the whole place is all decorated exactly how they want it. So I'm gonna make you into some super-pretty art for the dance floor!"

The notion of being "art" for a place like Staccato was disconcerting, to say the least. The walls were lined with latex and dotted with statues that, in the word of their public relations team, "celebrated the canine form in all its glory!" Arkadia always assumed that the statues were made from scratch, and she never complained about having something to look at while she was performing on stage. Come to thing of it, there did seem to be more of them every time she performed.

The prospect of BEING one of those statues was a great deal more worthy of complaint!

"H-hey, hold on a second here Dot," Arkadia said, backing away from the screen. "Can we uh, can we talk about this? I didn't ask for this, I don't really want to be art. I'm supposed to be playing this club again in like a week!"

"Oh, that won't be a problem!" Dot said with an eager giggle. "I've been building a scan of you during all of your performances since my Mistresses put me in here. Plus all the times you come here in the audience! That's a big part of why I was soooooo excited to have you. You really love this place! So I'm gonna make sure you never, ever, ever have to leave!"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Arkadia said, panicking. "There's, there's um, there's other clubs I love too! If you turn me into a s-statue, I'll never be able to see them again!"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, silly!" Dot said with a wave of her paw. "I'm going to make a perfect copy of you, compiled and printed to be identical down to the atom! You'll still perform, you'll still dance, you'll still live and love and all that good stuff. You'll just get to be a super-sexy rubber statue too! Doesn't that sound like so much fun?"

Arkadia's head was spinning. It DID sound like fun, that was the problem! Her clone would be the one off living her life, the one that this crazy puppy printed while sealing her away. But dear stars, that did sound like bliss. The hyena preferred performing in latex, she loved having eyes on her while she did a set for a cheering crowd. The sweet caress of rubber felt heavenly against her fur, gripping her and showing off her features to anybody who cared to look. Being bound like that, posed however this crazed puppy wished? Arkadia liked the sound of that far more than she wanted to.

"Dot, please," Arkadia protested feebly, hoping against hope the digital puppy couldn't see her cock swelling in her pants. "I don't want to be a rubber statue, I just want to go see the act tonight and then go home!"

"Hehehe, silly, you don't have a choice!" Dot chirped. "Even if I wanted to let you go, which like, I don't, my Mistresses won't let me free you. That door will only open once you're totally encased and they come to fetch you. Plus, if I disobey them, they said they'll double my sentence! As much fun as trapping cute girls in rubber is, there are things I like doing outside of a club server!"

A metal arm shot out of the wall, tipped in four sharp claws. They shredded the hyena's clothes, leaving her naked but for her fur. Arkadia yelped and tried to cover herself, but two paws couldn't cover her tits, cock, and ass. Dot giggled again, it was far cuter than a puppy threatening to imprison her had any right to be.

"How long am I gonna be stuck like that?!" Arkadia exclaimed.

"Oh, forever," Dot said flippantly. "My Mistresses don't have much interest in letting their décor walk free! Besides, you'll have your clone, you don't have to worry about it. All you've gotta worry about is being a pretty little rubber statue! No girl who loves performing in rubber as much as you do could ever dislike what I'm gonna do to you."

"And what is it you're gonna do to me?" Arkadia asked with a whimper.

"Ah ah ah, no spoilers!" Dot chided. "Just enjoy the ride! You'll never know worries or fears again. Nothing but beautiful, inky latex! I know you want it. Most of my art projects are cursing and threatening and demanding by now, not getting hard!"

Arkadia flushed bright red under her fur. She wanted to curse out the chipper little psycho, but she had to admit Dot was right. Deep down, the idea of becoming a living, squirming rubber art project appealed to her on a deep, primal level. As nice as it was being a touring DJ and leading a full life, it was a lot of responsibility. And right now, staring down the barrel of permanent captivity, the only responsibility Arkadia wanted was the responsibility to struggle fruitlessly and look alluring doing it.

"Oooooohh, I know that face!" Dot said, clapping her digital hands. "Usually they don't get that face until they're totally restrained, I knew I was right to ask Mistresses to bring you down! You're gonna be the centerpiece exhibit! I'm gonna pull out all the stops on you!"

Another metal arm came out of the wall, carrying a little steel ring and tube. Before Arkadia knew what was happening, the arm slipped the ring around her cock and balls, locking the tube in place around her shaft. It was a chastity cage! The hyena whined in protest, but Dot just giggled again. She couldn't believe her permanent imprisonment was happening at the paws of such an airheaded little dog.

"Sorry, well not really, chastity is non-negotiable," Dot said. "I listened to one of my art project's pleas to not be caged like the second time I did this, and then Mistress Blaire said I had to do three more before they'd let me out! So nope, sorry, you've gotta stay in your cage. But don't worry! I'm gonna give you so many other ways to feel amazing."

Before Arkadia could plead her case as to how Dot should keep her out of chastity, another arm extended from the wall with a huge, barbed feline dildo on it. Arkadia blanched, that thing was massive!

"That's going up my ass forever?!" The hyena exclaimed. Dot fully burst out laughing at that one.

"Your ass? No no, silly doggy, that's what THIS one is for!" Another arm came out, carrying a feline dildo that was three inches longer and at least another inch and a half around. "This one's going somewhere else!"

The hyena tilted her head, but the arm forced the smaller of the two massive dildos down her throat, securing the attached latex muzzle around her head. Once the straps were locked into places, they seemed to fizzle into solid rubber straps. In seconds, Arkadia had gone from a mostly free woman to a silenced, gagging, chaste victim!

To make matters worse, the muzzle had no airholes. Arkadia frantically gestured to communicate these concerns to her digital captor, but Dot paid her no mind. She was going to die like this! The puppy was maybe a bit off-kilter sure, but she didn't strike Arkadia as a murderer!

"Ohh, I bet you're worried about air!" Dot said with another bubbly giggle. "You don't have to think about that anymore! The tech in this latex is so cool! I don't know exactly how it works, my Mistresses don't let me have access to those data banks, but it feeds oxygen directly through your skin! Kinda like a frog, except your lungs are still gonna be all achy. But that's like, really hot, and since you're still gonna be safe and cared for, I don't really have to care what you think!"

For as bubbly and eager as this puppy was, she had a certain sadistic side to her. That was only further proven as the arms lubed up the massive feline dildo and shoved it into her ass, ignoring the near-silent moan of protest Arkadia gave in reply. It was huge, the kind of toy it usually took the hyena an hour to warm up to. Dot gave her no chance to get used to it, and now it really hurt!

But beneath that hurt was a sea of pleasure, especially once the toy started vibrating. Arkadia's eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned, the sounds of pleasure and pain swallowed up by the barbed silicone cock stuffed in her throat. The thought that she was going to have to accommodate these toys for the rest of her life was chilling and thrilling in equal measure. And then Dot started talking again.

"Sooooo, fun fact," the puppy chirped, her head perched in her forepaws. "Those toys will grow a quarter of an inch in both diameter and length on the first day of every month! So every time you think you're used to them, you won't be! I'd ask if you like that, but it really doesn't matter what you think. Canines like you and I are far better off in captivity, that's what my Mistresses always say!"

Two metal arms came out, one holding a metal bucket, and the other a large paintbrush. The arm dipped the brush into the bucket and pulled it out, showing the bristles were coated in a strange, viscous black liquid. Arkadia recognized the sight of liquid latex immediately and tried to scramble away, but an arm jabbed her with a syringe. All the fight left Arkadia's muscles and she collapsed onto the huge latex bag, where four more arms grabbed her by her wrists and ankles and hauled her into the air.

"Aww, don't fight it, puppy!" Dot cooed. The paintbrush touched down between her legs, covering her cage in cool, slick rubber. Arkadia shuddered at the sensation, it felt like heaven. It was already soaking through her fur and into the flesh below. It was so cool and comfortable, and was going on thick enough to make it impossible to see the fur beneath. She was beyond fucked.

Dot and her agile metal arms worked the paintbrush all over Arkadia's body, coating her soft gray fur in a heavy, even coat of inky black latex. The hyena moaned into her muzzle, her lungs crying out for air and receiving none. It did seem Dot was telling the truth though, surely she would've passed out by now if she wasn't getting oxygen from somewhere.

The pink digital puppy giggled and clapped her paws as she finished with the paintbrush, the hyena coated in latex from the neck down. It cured quickly on her fur, making a solid, but flexible shell. If not for the metal arms holding Arkadia in place in the air, she would be able to move about freely. She'd never worn a suit this comfortable before!

The hyena looked down and yelped into her muzzle. The metal cage between her legs was sealed away behind a null bulge now, the thickest bit of latex on her body. It jutted out a good three inches from her crotch, with a bright pink padlock symbol emblazoned on it.

"My Mistresses like it when I sign my work," Dot said, preening a little. "Usually they say I'm not allowed to leave it visible so nobody gets suspicious, but you're gonna be the centerpiece! Our customers have been begging for a statue that looks like you since the first time you walked on stage! Everybody thinks you're so much hotter sealed up in rubber."

Another arm came down from the ceiling, this one holding a blank rubber hood. There was not a single hole on it, nothing for her eyes, ears, nose, or mouth. The inside was dripping with some kind of viscous liquid, and it gave Arkadia a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"I hope you like the idea of not having a face, cuz this glue is like, super permanent," Dot said with a happy little smile. "It'll be a bit sad to seal away such a cute girl, but it's okay! Blank drones are super-cute too, and you'll still have earbuds in the hood so I can talk to you! You won't be doing a lot of talking though, because of the huge dildo down your throat."

Arkadia pulled on the metal arms holding her spread-eagle, but she couldn't stop the puppy from tugging the hood down over her head, the glue bonding with her fur in moments. She shut her eyes right before they were filled with superglue, a pang in her heart as she realized she would never open them again. This was the rest of her life now.

"I hope you can hear me," Dot said through the hood's built-in speakers. "I can't really adjust the hood now, that glue is bonded with your flesh. And I don't really wanna rip your skin off, that sounds like it would be super bad for both of us! Nod if you can hear me!" Arkadia complied, and Dot cheered.

"Oh goody!" She said happily. "There's been a few who haven't been able to hear me, but you're my favorite, so I'm gonna wanna talk to you all the time. Mistresses say I'll still have access to all my art projects once I meet my quota, and I'm gonna wanna talk to you lots. You're my favorite!"

Despite everything, Arkadia blushed.

The arms released her forelegs, only to grab them and force them into slick rubber sleeves. Then they forced her arms around her chest in a tight hug, and the hyena realized Dot was forcing her into a straitjacket. One she would never escape as long as she lived. If the hyena had to hazard a guess, this was likely coated in glue as well. That idea shouldn't have made her strain in her cage and clamp down on the toy up her ass, but it did.

There was no sense in pretending like she didn't love this, Arkadia thought. Dot wasn't going to let her go, and she had no means to fight her way free. Why not give in to the confining hedonism that was now the rest of her life? It wasn't like she had a choice.

So Arkadia moaned happily into the dildo down her throat, grinding against her null bulge as best she could. She pulled on her bound arms for the sheer pleasure of realizing she couldn't move them. As Dot moved on to pinning her legs together with latex tape, she strained against it just so the dog would wrap them tighter.

"Ooh, you're just so perfect!" Dot giggled, a hint of malice creeping into her voice. "You're like, SUCH a slut for latex bondage! Mistress Sabrina says all stupid puppies melt once they're forced into confinement, but none of the other ones melt like you. I bet you'd cum if you could!"

She was right. So was this Mistress Sabrina. In her prior life as an independent being, Arkadia had never encountered a puppy who didn't fall apart at the idea of being sealed in latex. She taught many a canine the way of rubber in her time. Hopefully the clone Dot made for her would do the same, but that wasn't her problem anymore. Nothing was, except for the burn in her chest and the increasingly smaller degree of freedom the digital puppy afforded her.

Sabrina and Blaire must've been the two lionesses who grabbed her on the way through the door. Come to think of it, Arkadia had only ever seen dogs performing here, which was strange for a venue owned by cats. It seemed... unusual that they would stop capturing and replacing performers once Dot was done with her. Would they really free the digital pup after her capture was complete? Arkadia doubted that the more she thought about it, but even if she could, she wouldn't tell Dot. Served the pup right for stripping her freedom away.

The paintbrush was back, adding a new coat of perfectly even latex. It painted on a few more layers over her null bulge, Arkadia assumed it re-upped the pink padlock design as well. She hoped it did. If she was to be the "centerpiece," she hoped to bear some kind of distinctive mark. She may not have a face anymore, but at least she could have something none of Dot's other art projects did!

"Oh stars, you look so hot!" Dot exclaimed. "Everyone's gonna be drooling all over you the second they see you. But that's not all they'll be doing!"

Arkadia heard a strange whirring sound. Was that a... drill? What the fuck?

Luckily, the drill did not bury itself in her brain. Instead, Arkadia felt an unusual pressure in her ass, penetrating deeper into the toy buried inside of it. The drill forced the barbs into the walls of her hole, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure throughout her body. Arkadia writhed against her bonds, finding to her delight that the second coating of latex paint was thicker and harder than the last. She could move maybe two inches in any given direction.

"There we go!" Dot cooed, slipping a smaller paintbrush into the new hole she'd created. "Now the customers can fuck your tight little ass too! I'm just gonna smooth it out real quick so you feel just as warm and soft as you did before you were captured."

She giggled maniacally as she slid a silicone sleeve into the hole as well. "And the best part is, everybody's gonna think you're just an inanimate toy! A lifelike, warm, wonderful toy, but a toy nonetheless. I guess you're not much like anything else though now, huh? You can't breathe, can't eat, can't talk, can't do anything at all!"

Dot's metal arms moved Arkadia down onto a marble plinth, then got back to work on painting her. The hyena felt the solid surface beneath her latex-coated hindpaws, and she was unable to resist as the heaviest coat of paint yet set in. Even the two inches of movement she had beforehand was ripped from her now. The paint fused her with the marble, and it was heavy. She was never moving again. She was never speaking again. She was never breathing again. All Arkadia could do for the rest of her life was look pretty and take cock.

"And there you go!" Dot said, bouncing excitedly. "Now I just have to call my Mistresses! They'll install you front and center in the club, and I'll be free to go back into my chassis! Bye Arkadia! You look amazing. I'll be back sometimes to tease you, but I'll give you some of your favorite music to listen to while I'm gone!"

Dot's voice cut out with a static crackle, replaced by Polarian techno. The hyena hummed appreciatively into her gag, that crazy puppy really had been paying attention to her. Spending eternity encased in rubber and either listening to great music or getting teased by a nuts, albeit pretty, puppy sounded pretty nice, actually.

Metal arms grabbed her again and lifted her into the air, carrying her up the shaft she originally fell down. Two pairs of paws grabbed her and carried her once the arms dropped her off, setting her down and presumably securing her in place. Dot put so much work into creating her, it would be a shame if somebody just stole her.

"Welcome to your forever home, mutt," came one of the lionesses' voices. "Our pet did lovely work with you, you are a centerpiece to be envied. Though it was rather funny to hear her talk about how excited she was to leave when she was done with you."

"Such a little airhead," the other lioness said, her voice dripping with condescension.

"We did let her out of the mainframe," the first lioness said with a malicious chuckle. "But she's not going anywhere. We here at Staccato aren't much for catch and release."

Arkadia felt a strange pull in her brain, then an image appeared before her closed eyes. It was a bird's-eye view of the main dance floor, presumably a security camera. She saw her statue, a hyena in a straitjacket with hind legs fused into a single column and a huge null bulge emblazoned with Dot's pink lock.

That was nice, but what was far more appealing was the pink pupbot hanging upside down from the ceiling. Her forelegs were secured behind her back in a latex armbinder, with a series of straps pinning her hind legs together. Her pussy and ass were exposed to open air, and her muzzle was sealed away behind latex. She looked confused and scared, but judging by her dripping cunt, she was more than a little aroused.

"We'll put her back on the main server whenever we need to convert another new performer," the second lioness said smugly. "But beyond that, the two of you will bring in a wonderful new clientele to Staccato. Who doesn't love fucking to dance music?"

"Welcome to the rest of your life, mutt," the first lioness said. "Cherish the fact that Dot will get to look at her work forevermore, and enjoy that cage! She was lying by the way, she didn't have to do that to you. Most of our statues get to cum at the end of every sold-out show. She just wanted to torture you."

The video feed stayed on as the two lionesses approached the bound pupbot, and Dot squirmed. She looked like she'd be begging if she wasn't gagged, but Arkadia doubted the lionesses would be sympathetic to her pleas. They didn't seem overly burdened by mercy.

"Just so you know pet, little Arkadia over there is watching everything," the lioness behind Dot said, running a forepaw over her ass. "And she knows it's your fault she's in permanent chastity. Such a naughty girl lying to her. What should we do about that, Blaire?"

"I think capping her processing power is a good place to start, Sabrina," Blaire said, popping open a control panel on Dot's thigh and turning a dial. The pupbot's eyes unfocused and her facial display glitched. Despite everything, Arkadia felt a little bad for her.

Both lionesses were naked, and by the looks of it, the cock down the hyena's throat was true to life in terms of size. Dot was in for a hell of a ride.

"Ooh, this looks like fun!" A voice came from off camera. Arkadia did a double take as she walked into view. The new Arkadia looked just like her, including the neck-entry latex catsuit. If the centerpiece had to guess, all of Dot's clones were dressed like that.

"Ah, just in time, Arkadia!" Blaire said, burying herself in Dot's cunt. "You're welcome to go enjoy our centerpiece if you like, she was made for it. Feel free to show her your thanks for your creation, you wouldn't be here without her!"

"Oh, I'm well aware," Arkadia said with a pleased growl. The centerpiece whimpered into its muzzle. "I'm the new you, mutt. Superior in every way, too. Stronger, healthier, smarter. I'm much more dominant too, and it goes without saying that I'm more hung than you."

She undid the zipper over her cock and let it flop out, and she was right. Arkadia's cock dwarfed the centerpiece's before it was locked in chastity. It was eight solid inches of womanhood, complete with a knot that had the centerpiece bewitched. It was beyond alluring. Maybe if the technology Sabrina and Blaire had access to could create a being that improved on it in every way imaginable, it was their right to do this to her.

"Oh, that's just perfect," Arkadia said, running a thumb across the centerpiece's inviting hole. "It seems fitting that I should get the first rite of conquest over your hole, statue. Since I'm going to be the one taking ownership of your life."

"Easy there, mutt," Sabrina said, sawing in and out of Dot's ass.

"My apologies Mistress Sabrina, you of course hold dominion over my life," Arkadia said, almost purring. "I only wanted to remind your centerpiece that it's below me in every way that matters."

The lioness gave Arkadia a curt nod, then got back to fucking her robotic pet. The hyena redirected her attention to the statue, then buried herself in its hole, knot and all. The centerpiece howled into its gag, the hollowed-out dildo stretching out to accommodate Arkadia.

"Oh, that's fucking right," the hyena growled. "Your life is mine now. Your world is mine, your ship is mine, all you ever had or knew is mine. And by consequence, my Mistresses'. You will never be Arkadia again, you will simply be a statue in honor of her. Doesn't that sound like a better life for you?"

The centerpiece tried to nod, but it couldn't. Dot had taken everything from it and given it to somebody who could really use all of it. At least the pupbot was trapped too. And she had to hang upside down.

The centerpiece wondered if robots could get woozy. It had the rest of its life to find out.

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