The ninja that her bonds weren't the real threat. The magical sigils that glowed on the walls of the treetop elf-home were the real danger. A powered word could make her blind or deaf or paralyzed - and also alert her captor to an escape attempt. She'd rather wait until an opportune moment to try and break away.
Fantom was a valuable specimen. That's why the elf had captured her; that's why he'd stuffed her mouth full of something chewy and wrapped it with a tight, slightly sticky cloth. That's why she was squirmin, tied tightly with her hands behind her back and not dead in the forest. That's why he'd left - he was off to bring constables. He was going to turn her in. Hopefully, a bunch of volunteer guards would be an easier escape than the mysterious elven lord.
When Rossem returned with a malignant grin - and returned alone - Fantom's heart sank. She immediately began squirming, straining against the silken rope of her bonds. She muffled something into the restrictive gag, breathing in what little air she could and huffing.
"You look so worried," said the elf. His sclera were black and eyes were gold, and was grinning now with a wide and toothy smile. He picked up the ninja with both arms and carried her like a bride to his workshop. Fantom struggled, of course, but the elf simply hugged her tighter. Her gagged face was smushed against his chest, forced to smell his musk and nuzzle his qipao.
The elf let her see her fate before she felt it. He sat her down on a chair - making certain to lash her bucking body against it- while he prepared his tools. He dragged two halves of a massive stone cylinder together, and a stepladder along with it. It was completely covered in glowing purple sigils and acid-etched words in the elven tongue.
"Congratulations," he said. Tools hovered through the air, stirring mixtures on the table and dabbing the cylinder with pigments. "You're going to be one of my finest works of art yet!"
"Mmmnnfgh!" Fantom's eyes darted across the room. Rossem chuckled to himself, putting his gloved hand to his mouth. "No need to thank me, dear."
A mystical portal opened in the air. Rossem's eyes glowed with arcane trickery and earnest glee. "Ah, there we go. Now, you know what they say about sculptors?"
"Nnnnnmfgh!"
"Ah. Well, they say that when a sculptor is working, they bring the statue within out. All along, the perfect piece of art was inside their block, simply waiting for the tools and expertise to let it shine. And, I think the same goes for ninjas and rubbery servants. You , Fantom, are going to be my statue. That of course means you'll need to be my block as well. I'm going to very carefully put you in, now. You're going to squirm and buck and struggle, I hope, and you're going to be completely encased inside and out. Don't worry, you won't be burned or injured. After all, I'll need you in perfect shape for when I begin to chisel you out."
The elf did as he threatened. Fantom's attempts at escape were fruitless. She was in the sanctum of a powerful rubbermancer and utterly under his power. At best , she might have had some parting words... but the elf had had enough of her tongue.
She stood at the bottom of the cylindrical mold, pleading with her eyes for freedom. Rossem leaned down instead, taking her chin in his hand.
"Of course, I'm an elf. We take a while, you see, to work on things. I might forget all about you. I might find other projects that need my attention, leaving you, Ms. Brick, encased and asleep forevermore. Gathering dust in my workshop while I finish other, easier projects. You're a real pain, you see; to properly sculpt your rubbery hairs, to mold your mind and make sure your body is perfect for my purposes... well, it can take a long time. Lucky for you, the sigils within can keep you entertained. It'll also save time training you once you're finished.... whenever that is."
Fantom almost shed a tear. Rossem gently delivered a kiss to her forehead. Ninja squinted her eyes shut as the hot, magical rubber poured from the portal above. It coated her every fiber, destroying her clothes and gag. It snuck deep into her womb and teased her very being with a glossy and magical energy. She arched on her tiptoes, mouth open and spluttering as she begged for mercy from her eldar captor.
Rossem simply grinned. "As you were, Ms. Brick." With two fingers, he shoved the ninja deep into the dip, keeping her there until her thrashing stopped and she was well and truly coated. He envied the thought of a mass in her mouth or the sensual pleasures of his living latex invading her ears. Oh well. He'd have to ask her about what it was like. Eventually.
He capped off the mold and left for town. He'd need to pick up some new tools. His newest sculpture would need nothing but the best.
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An incredible piece by Srasomeone based off a devious Rossem Klyn idea. Just trying to get my writing mojo back with this vignette.
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