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The Specialist is unknowable, mysterious, and dangerous. His mind is a twisted one, obsessed with lascivious pursuits like bondage and domination. When he isn't indulging in his proclivities, the Specialist is fully consumed by his work. What is his goal? Why does he seek revenge?

In this chapter, The Specialist creates an assistant to help him with his endeavors. To be more specific he remakes a creature to fit his own perverse desires.

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This one was fun to write! Maybe I'm sick in the head but it's just a lot of fun to write from the point of view of a twisted, rubber-addicted evildoer! The Specialist isn't my character, but I empathize with him... there's nothing so satisfying as making someone look pretty.

This isn't the end of his story, and you can expect another sequel at some point in the future. ^{Some point being when I finish some more of my commission backlog...}

With all that said, this story isn't for everyone. It's a little darker than other stories I do. Nothing untoward and no reprehensible depictions, but the tone and theme are a bit dark! But then again, a story about a mad genius in a thick rubber suit and jackal mask probably isn't going to be very light-hearted! With all that said, it's got lots of heavy bondage , depictions of rubber, enclosure, vacbeds, encasement, and other sci-fi themes with victims of varying sex. If you're looking for a fun little damsel-in-distress story, you might want to read Double World Ninja or "The Devil's Clinic".

Previously...
The SpecialistThe Specialist wasn’t the eerie-quiet sort. He had known others who prided themselves on being graceful, lithe, and infuriatingly silent. He had memories of a distant, former life wherein others would gently tease and nudge him, sneak up behind him, or pounce when he was distracted.
He couldn’t imagine such a thing happening again. That was more due to his circumstances than himself. In his thick helmet and heavy equipment, it would have been easy to sneak up and deliver a spank or pat on the back. The Specialist merely wouldn’t allow it. He was ensconced in his own world, supreme in his laboratory, an undefeated dominar within his domain.
Lording over his castle also meant having the appropriate regalia. The Specialist had custom-designed all of his equipment, and it fit and functioned like a second skin. This was critical, since he was nearly always enclosed within. He had at times simply worn loose-fitting scrubs, but they always felt so unprofessional and lacked t