Evil, deranged, twisted, and obsessed; the Specialist wishes for nothing more than intense rubber domination and vengeance visited upon him by a foolish noble family. 

Enforce anonymity, shining experiments, and cruel pleasures await those who cross his path... 


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A short story about a mad doctor and his mad schemes. Features a load of rubber, high tech gear, heavy-duty encasement. Kinda dark - not necessarily a downer, and no worse than some of my other stories, just in tone it's not terribly silly. But if thick rubber is what you desire, then look no further. Just don't look too close. He doesn't like it when people interfere with his plans, and most aren't lucky enough to be test subjects. 

A piece for :icondead-jackal:  inspired some of his pieces on FurAffinity, found here! www.furaffinity.net/user/jacka… and www.furaffinity.net/view/88188… NSFW!


The story continues...
  The Specialist and his Lovely AssistantThe pinging sound subsided after ten seconds. It had the curious effect of ringing in his ears, even though he was fully enclosed. His hearing was in perfect condition. Presumably, this was all just psychological. It was a most curious phenomenon. The sound of his alert was over, but he expected to hear it again. When the ringing of his lab’s alarm didn’t occur, his brain imagined it.
Were he in a worse mood, this was the sort of thing that would send him into a rage. He associated even this minor transaction with the thought of being bred and treated like a dog. He thought about being used like an animal, with triggers and responses making his body respond without his permission. It infuriated him on a level he knew none would understand.
But today was not a day for rage. Though one project had been a failure, he had many more. It was always best to have a great many projects on the stove as possible. His witch’s brew provided him with a number of interesting venues,