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The Latex Flood

Part 6

Sponsored by Sanmer

by Draconicon

Coming face to face with a man with a head like Cthulhu was strange enough. Getting told that his chosen name was Lovecraft, however, was enough to get Margaret chuckling. Not from nerves, either, which was probably worse.

"Is something amusing, Margaret?" the octopus-man asked, cocking his head to the side as he paused in drinking his tea.

"Just...Heh...one second." She had to hold a hand over her mouth, swallowing the laughter that wanted to come out. It didn't go down easily, either, rumbling all the way down to her guts. "Sorry. It just felt a bit more pompous than I expected. I mean, Lovecraft?"

"Hmm, I suppose you have a point. Still, it is fitting. Shall I give you a demonstration?"

"...On second thought, no thanks."

"Oh, no longer interested?"

"No, just don't want to risk it being that real when I barely have a handle on things as it is."

"Smart girl."

He sipped his tea once more before putting the cup back down on the table. As he folded his hands across his lap and leaned back, she had the clear understanding that he was more than just the local head honcho, as she had called him a moment ago. He was the one that was supposed to deal with anyone that the V. G. didn't accept as one of them. He would be the disposer as well as the decision-maker.

Which means that he's probably strong, stronger than you are right now.

Margaret didn't mind that. She'd dealt with a number of people that were technically stronger than her. What she was more concerned about was his lazy manner. Not cocky, not over the top, not manipulative, but lazy, like he knew that he could take it easy around her. That either meant that he knew something about her, so that he could manipulate her, or he was just that confident in his powers to be able to deal with her.

Considering the super-name that he had chosen for himself, if he could live up to that, he was probably right. She needed to take things seriously now. The V. G. was not a group that you got involved with lightly, and if one was trying to join them, then you treated them as seriously as you could. They were powerful, as powerful as the Hero Union. They wouldn't have survived for so long if that wasn't the case. So...

"What do you want to know?" she asked.

"You're asking me?"

"You're the one that said that this was the final interview."

"Yes, but that goes both ways. Tell me, Margaret. What makes you want to be a villain?"

"It's less that I want to be a villain and more that I don't really have other options."

"You could be a neutral."

"Come on. We all know what happens to them."

"True, but that doesn't mean that you couldn't give it a try. What brings you to the V. G.?"

She chuckled. "You mean, besides the job offer?"

"An offer that you could have turned down."

"...Ah. I get it."

"Do you?'

"You want me to be completely good with all the horrible things that I might have to do as a villain, don't you? You want me to be completely informed that I'm getting into the Asshole Group, and that means that I'll be doing the bad guy things from now on, rather than doing the altruistic things, huh?"

"Self-accountability is a large part of our group, and that starts with a bit of self-knowledge, there's no denying that," Lovecraft said, shrugging. "That said, there's a lot more to it than just admitting that you're fine with committing crimes."

"But it does start there."

"Indeed." She wasn't sure, but she imagined that his face tentacles parted a bit with a smile under them. "You're quick on the uptake. Good. So, with that in mind, are you fine with committing crimes?"

"I think that you know my record."

"As a matter of fact, not as much as I would like," the octopus-man admitted, shaking his head as he leaned forward again. "Your previous employer did a good job of burying most of what you used to do. Not all of it. But most of it."

Margaret chuckled, shaking her head. It was not too surprising. As much as they would have wanted to bury her after she left, they wouldn't have wanted to expose the various bits of sabotage, kidnapping, and the occasional bit of murder that had gone into her employment. The more crimes that they exposed her for committing, the more that they risked being exposed as having harbored someone that could do it, and more than that, trained and used them for those various things.

She leaned back in her own chair, crossing her arms under her breasts. She had the usual flick of the eye up and down her body, something that she had already become almost too-used-to. The feeling had been vaguely embarrassing once she left the company, but after spending days at the club, she had ended up getting eyed-up so many times that it stopped affecting her. She was naked. So what?

"I'm experienced with the bad stuff. Let's just leave it there."

"Any noteables?"

"Kidnapping, sabotage, two murders, one rape," she admitted.

"...That's quite the list for someone that hasn't joined up yet. Why isn't any of that official?"

"Because most of it was done without the rest of the world knowing. The heroes are going to find out before too much longer, there's no hiding everything, but the company will hold out for as long as possible."

"Ah, corporate secrets."

"Right in one."

"Well, good to know that your morals are in the right place."

"What, down in the basement?"

"More with convenient suspension hooks." Lovecraft smiled. "It's always good to know when someone will be able to suspend their feelings of right and wrong for growth and profit."

That was something that she hadn't quite expected to hear, but she supposed it fit with the V. G. They weren't the cartoonish group of supervillains that one might have expected, and they were, surprisingly, still more human. Maybe there was something for her here after all.

"Now," Lovecraft said, standing up. "If you don't mind, I would like a demonstration of your powers."

"...How big a demonstration? I'm still recovering from a fight with a hero."

"Yes, we heard about that, though we didn't have the chance to witness it. Who was he?"

"Sunspark."

"..." Lovecraft blinked, slowly. "You fought Sunspark?"

"Yes."

"And you lived through it?"

"Apparently."

"...That is probably the single stupidest question that I've asked this year." Lovecraft shook his head as Margaret smiled. "Well, I admit that you have exceeded my expectations already."

"Always like to surprise my employers."

"Let's not think of me like that. I am more a manager. You are your own employer."

"Provided I keep paying the Guild my dues?"

"Of course. We're not a charity."

That fit, and was a little easier to work with, all things considered. She rubbed the back of her head, getting to her feet with a groan and a little shift of her size and weight. Everything had gotten more or less repaired, though she was still more tired than she wanted to admit. However, there was still a looseness to her, a liquidity that hadn't been there before. She imagined that was the various parts of extra latex that she'd slapped down gradually breaking up from its solid, 'cloned' state to being part of her again.

Not going to think about that, not going to think about that at all.

"So...what do you need me to demonstrate?"

"First, let me hear from you directly. What are your powers?"

"Heh, how long a list do you want?"

"Nobody has more than one. I'm sure that it's not that long."

"Oh, down at the bottom, it ain't. Power over and creation of latex isn't that big a thing when you think about it, but when you start getting creative, that list gets huge. All the sub-headings and different applications means that I can do a lot more than you think I can."

"Interesting. And some examples would be?"

"Well, the obvious ones?" She pressed against her face, flattening her muzzle out. It was working from memory, pulling the image of Lolurker out of her head, but she was pretty sure that she managed a passing imitation of the bat's head on top of her body by the time that she was done. "Latex is incredibly malleable and form-fitting. It lets me transform however I like, provided I can keep a good image of who I'm imitating in my head."

"...Impressive."

"Honey, you ain't seen nothing yet."

For the first time, that statement didn't evoke an expression of fear. If anything, Lovecraft looked like he was...intrigued. And interested.

And excited.

After demonstrating how to create latex, how to build up different forms with it, how to seal someone in a ball, how she could transform and even split herself if she needed, Margaret was exhausted. Lovecraft, however, was more excited than ever, his grin spreading his tentacles for real, now.

"And this is all you can do?"

"No, there's about...six other things, but that's all I can get through right now. I'm still recovering."

"That's still very impressive."

"So. I'm in?"

"Oh, you're very 'in.' With all of that, you will be very useful for the various Guild contracts and freelancing work. I think that you're going to fit in here just fine."

That was a good thing to hear, though she doubted that it was going to be that simple. She reached over one shoulder, rubbing out a kink that had developed during one of her demonstrations, and felt it slowly dissipate. The whole time, Lovecraft was staring at her, intently, almost eagerly. Hungrily, as a matter of fact, and not in the way of a man that wanted a woman on his lap, either.

"What?" she eventually grunted.

"It's just...fascinating. We've had a number of supers join us, but you're the first one with such flexibility with your powers. Perhaps that's due to your full transformation."

"Yeah, well, didn't get much choice in what happened to me."

"Yes, we saw the reports. Almost run down by a superhero on his first night at work."

"Yes. Let's not go there."

"And then -"

"I said. Let's not go there."

He smiled, nodding.

"Of course, of course. But yes...your power is quite substantial, and I can see that you'll fit in here very well. I look forward to guiding you on your journey as a villain, Margaret. Oh, yes, that reminds me. Have you decided on a super-name just yet?"

"Not yet."

"Well, we need to assign you something."

"You do it, then."

"Are you certain?"

"Yeah. I don't really care. Just...a room, right now. That's all I want. A room and a bed."

"Well, we can certainly supply that. Come with me."

Lovecraft waved his hand, and as if it was swirling out of existence, the walls of darkness around them spun away. They faded into nothingness, replaced by white surfaces, almost like a dome around them. He gestured again, and a door spun into existence, rolling from a tiny little speck into something more useful. It made a popping sound when it came to a halt, fitting itself to a curved wall.

"...Let me guess. A door that is and isn't there at the same time?" she asked.

"Something like that. Come with me."

The door opened into a flowing, curved hallway, one that swept out and down to the left. Lovecraft led the way, his suit darkening with greater slime the further they went. She imagined that he had a biology that didn't like to be out of the water, or overheated, or something like that. Regardless, he had something of a fishy scent that didn't want to go away, and she was starting to get annoyed by it.

They followed the hallway for almost a minute, reaching several intersections that went off in differect directions. All the paths curved rather than went straight, and she wondered just how much wasted space there was down here, wherever they were. It felt like all the different rooms would either be far larger than they needed to be, or there would be wasted dead space between them that was going unutilized. Whatever it was, it meant that whoever had designed this particular place had wanted something of an aesthetic over function.

At least that told her who she was dealing with at the top. They wanted style, not results. There was no easy way to defend something like this. Someone coming in couldn't be easily choke-pointed when the pathways constantly criss-crossed, and she would bet money that she didn't have that anyone invading these safehouses would have to be stopped either at the surface or in the first room. Otherwise, they would be able to wreak havoc at will.

The doors looked all but identical, though, and that was something that she would give them credit for. Those with a good memory down here would be able to find their way around, but those that were invading and trying to use maps and landmarks would be utterly lost. More to the point, the fact that the doors looked the same, and so did the corridors, meant that one could shuffle things around and those that weren't aware of the update would be completely lost. Any leaked maps would be all but useless once such a shuffle went on, because everyone and everything would be in a different place.

So, there was some security. Not much, but some. That made her feel a little better.

They stopped about four intersections in from the interview room, and Lovecraft tapped the door. The chamber within was revealed, exposing two different beds. They were separated by a wall that went most of the way to the exit door, and there was a toilet on either side, giving a secondary bathroom for both of them.

"I'm guessing I have a roommate, then?"

"Yes, that will be the Blurina."

"Speedster?" she asked.

"That's correct. Very good at what they do, too."

"Well...I can live with that."

She would have preferred a room with just her, but considering that she had just entered the Guild, that was definitely asking for more than they were likely willing to give. Shaking her head, she stepped into the room, getting a feel for the place. One side had an unmade bed, which meant that probably belonged to Blurina, while the other was completely untouched. She walked over to that side, allowing some of her liquid substance to start oozing out through her soles, spreading through the ground and up along the walls.

Almost belatedly, she looked over her shoulder. A smile crossed her face.

"Just checking. Personal touches are allowed, right?"

"Yes. They are."

"Good."

And with that, she allowed the black to flood out from under her, spreading across the bed, the wall, the floor, everything on her side of the room. It turned the wall from a subtle gray to a deep black all at once, and as it spread up over the ceiling, it created an image of a black cube. She walked over to the bed, sitting down on it, and stretched backwards. It was not as giving as a natural bed, but at this point, she had different concerns in mind. She had a roommate now, and that meant that there would be someone else in the room. Someone else meant that there was a chance of being paired with an utter jerk, and that meant that she needed to keep an eye out for herself.

Considering there was no complaint from Lovecraft as she closed her eyes, she imagined that he either agreed, approved, or just didn't care. Whatever it was, it meant that the latex was still there as she slipped into slumberland.

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However, she didn't stay asleep long. Her internal clock told her that she'd been asleep for perhaps three hours before something tickled her right over her chest. The hippo stopped breathing for a moment, startled out of her sleep.

She opened her eyes, but she didn't see anything. There was nothing in front of her, nothng over her head, nothing clinging to the ceiling. Yet, at the same time, there was -

"Hsss!"

She gritted her teeth as something both tickled and pulled at her nipples. They sucked into her chest a split second later, leaving her with censored breasts. There was another faint sound, something that popped and disappeared, almost like it was there, not there, and there again, moving around.

She barely had a moment to think before something light as a feather and hard as a slap simultaneously hit her between the legs. The latex hippo gasped, her back arching off the bed, and her ass cheeks rippled as something slapped them so hard, so fast that they bounced around like mad.

Speedster, she realized. My roommate's...not a good -

Another pinch, this time right on her clit. This time, she didn't try and stop him with her legs. She just collapsed the entire latex structure that she had created, slamming it shut and collapsing it against her body all at once.

The speedster wasn't fast enough to get away from that, that was for sure. She could feel them against her, pressed against her body beneath the latex ball that she had created for just this reason. If there was someone that wanted to fuck with her, then she wanted the ability to fuck right back. She gritted her teeth, detaching herself from the latex ball and dragging herself out of the cluster of half-solid stuff. When it was done, she looked back down at the prison ball of semi-solid goo.

There was definitely a shape in there, something that was long and slender. A ferret, perhaps, or a weasel. Something along those lines, but most standout to her was the fact that there was a latex dick that was just barely poking through the latex, giving her the chance to see that.

He put me in a room with a speedster, and a guy.

She supposed she should have expected something like that from a villain, but it still stuck in her craw. Shaking her head, she stretched the latex out, creating binding strips and ropes that ran down and under the bed to secure the speedster in place. Once that was done, she gestured at the twitching, flailing head beneath the goo, removing the improvised 'hood' of the prison suit that she had created.

As he desperately gasped for breath, she leaned down, pressing her hand against his chest and keeping him from quite getting everything that he needed. He groaned, sinking further into the mattress, further into the grip of her latex.

"Blurina, I assume?"

"Yeah...ow..."

"You do this to every girl that passes by?"

"Most of 'em...don't notice..."

"Yeah, well, I did."

"...Heh...not sorry..."

"You know, you're an idiot."

It took nothing but a thought to extend the latex again. This time, it went over his mouth and nose rather than all the way over his head, just enough to keep him from being able to breathe. His eyes went wide as he strained against the material, trying to thrash his way free.

She supposed that if he had been able to get up much in the way of momentum, her latex would have had a very hard time keeping him in place. She knew that there was a point where it would break and snap regardless of its strength, and she had reached that point more than once in the past with someone that had been experimented on with greater strength. However, with the fact that Blurina only had the speed on their side, that they needed to get up that momentum to create enough force to count for anything, the latex was perfect. It stilled them enough to keep them from building up that speed, and that meant that the prison held.

She waited, letting him go blue in the ears and cheeks, letting that oxygen deprivation push him right to the edge of consciousness. The fact that he was still stiff as a beam down below didn't go unnoticed, either. She shook her head, seeing the little shiver-shakes that came just before someone would pass out, and then pulled the latex back again.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He gasped for breath, looking like he was on the verge of throwing up. She pressed her hand down that much more firmly against his chest, keeping him aware of just who else was in the room with him.

"You want to say that again?"

"..."

"That's right. You don't."

"What's wrong with...with you?"

"I'm defending myself."

"But we're villains. We do bad things."

"Really? To each other?"

"..."

"Or is that just you?"

"Well, you were sleeping naked. I thought -"

"You thought? I really, really doubt you were thinking." She looked down at that twitching, latex-sheathed shaft, and then back up at the ferret's face. "At least, with anything other than that."

"Hey!"

"Am I wrong?"

"Well, no, but -"

"You're not going to do that again."

"Yeah, sure." He winked at her. "Happy to play that game."

"...Oh, boy, you really are a moron."

Margaret rubbed her forehead, shaking her head. For all that she had been sleeping for just three hours, she felt like she had recovered most of her strength. However, that didn't mean that she was happy with being molested in her sleep. She didn't know whether Blurina was new, whether he just believed that he had the right to fuck with her as much as he liked because she was naked, or something else, but one thing was for certain. If she didn't put down a limit right now, he was going to do this again, and the next time, he'd probably be sneakier about it, sneaky enough to get around this basic trap.

So, she decided to take it further. She loomed over him, and she moved her hand from his chest to his throat. He gagged as she pressed down, cutting off his air with her weight this time rather than just taking it away with a barrier of latex.

"Let me be completely clear with you. The only way that you are ever going to touch this again...the only way that you will ever bother someone again with that little dick of yours...is when they ask you to."

"Ha...ah...come on...it's not...that bad...just a...a..."

"Just what? A little touch? Like this little touch taking your breath away?"

A little harder, and he stopped talking, gagging and gasping now more than anything else. There was something altogether satisfying about going further than she needed to, showing him just how much he had pissed her off. Was there a twinkle of fear there rather than a twinkle of mischief? Yes, there was, something that was starting to realize that he could get in over his head and that there were people that would call him on it, and worse.

She let that fear build, letting him start to look at her with more and more realization that she could end this here, and he would never get to tell his side. She let him go to that edge again, taking him right to the point where he would pass out, and then stopped again.

"But since we're on the same side, I think I can let it slide without going too much further."

"Ah...ah..."

"But you're still going to pay me back for that."

"H-how...how can...I...I..."

He was still struggling to breathe. Not that surprising after two moments of going to the edge of unconsciousness. All things considered, it was something of a marvel that he was still coherent after that. But that was something that she could fix.

I think I deserve a little attention, after all the shit that I've gone through in the last twenty-four hours. If he wants to touch, then he can touch from beneath.

The hippo pulled herself back up on the bed, and she turned around. She gripped at her ass cheeks. They were hefty things, big and bouncy just as her species should have. Yet, she allowed them to grow just a bit bigger, just a bit heavier, something that would really be a punishment for those that wanted to be on top all the time. For someone like Blurina, who had probably been using his speed to get at girls for a while, this was a good way to teach him where someone like him belonged.

The ferret's breath puffed against her asshole a split second before she sat on him, and she smiled at the little squirms that followed between her ass cheeks. He tried to pull his head back, tried to drag his nose away from her pucker, but there was nothing that he could do. His entire body was wrapped up in latex, that latex was both glued and tied to her bed, and her body-weight was keeping him from sliding out from under her ass. He was a good little seat now, and there was nothing that he could do about that.

"Lick, if you ever want me to stand up."

That was probably the best thing that she could have said, judging from the way that his little dick kept dancing for her. She stretched a tendril of latex out, wrapping around it and squeezing right at the base, holding it like a cock ring. He groaned under her, but he finally stuck his tongue out and got to work.

The feeling of his tongue lapping against her pucker, knowing that it was bringing him some bit of humiliation, was the main thing that she had been wanting out of that. She chuckled to herself, groaning softly as that tongue worked its way in a bit deeper, forcing its way past her rim and into her hole proper, and wiggled her hips side to side. The feeling of his narrow muzzle down there, the way that it was digging in almost against his wishes, was just the best.

I shouldn't enjoy this so much, but...hey, I'm due...

She rested her full weight on his head, trusting on the bed beneath them to keep him from being crushed. It felt like a fair assessment, considering that she wasn't that heavy, and he wasn't complaining. If anything, he was dragging his tongue in and out of her ass in desperation, lapping at her pucker the way that she imagined a dog lapped at his water-bowl.

Margaret was gradually getting wet, but this wasn't a sexual thing for her. This was just a thing of revenge, of satisfaction, of getting some of her own back on someone that had tried to use her while she couldn't fight back. She had had enough of that in her life. No more. No fucking more.

She ground her ass back against his tongue, helping him get it in a bit further, and she sighed in soft satisfaction. She planned to keep him there for quite some time, and she imagined that by the time he was done, she would have made quite the impression on him.

"Keep licking, boy. Keep licking, and maybe I'll let you up before you pass out."

He groaned against her pucker, but did what she said. As he sealed his lips to her asshole, digging in further than ever, she smiled and leaned her head back in complete pleasure and satisfaction. There it was. She reached down, idly rubbing her clit as he got to work.

The pleasure continued for nearly an hour before she heard a knock at the door. Surprisingly polite, considering what she had been dealing with. She stood up, pulling her latex ass back to normal size. Blurina gasped for breath, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his face smothered in his sweat. Maybe some of hers, too; she didn't know if she really sweated anything anymore.

"Come in," she said as she literally and metaphorically pulled herself together.

The door opened and Lovecraft stepped through. He paused in mid-step, looking at the bound Blurina on her bed, and then back at her. She half-expected to be accused of going too far, but instead, he cocked his head to the side.

"What happened?"

"She made me eat her ass!" the ferret shouted.

"And why was that? I can't imagine it was because you were impossible to resist," the octopus-man said with a raised eye-tentacle.

"I...well..."

"He decided that he wanted to fuck with me in my sleep," Margaret said, shaking her head. "It didn't go very well for him."

"...I see..."

To her surprise, the room went darker than it had been with her latex, and strands of something slippery and slimy started appearing beneath her feet. They stroked along her soles before moving on, surrounding her bed. She pulled her latex back out of instinct, but before Blurina could take advantage of his new freedom, the whole bed was surrounded by waving tentacles, with eyes of blue and white and red starting to appear among them.

"I have told you what happens when someone in the Guild interferes with another member, Blurina."

"W-wait, I didn't - it was just a prank, something fun!"

"I don't care. There are rules, and you broke them."

And just like that, the tentacles descended. There was a scream, followed by a whimper, followed by a louder, shriller scream.

Margaret stared, shocked at both the immediate brutality of Lovecraft's actions and the fact that there was someone keeping the Guild accountable. It had seemed too much to hope for that the rules would actually be followed, that there would be someone that cared about that after seeing what the Union was like, but...go figure. There was someone willing to follow through on discipline.

"Margaret."

She knew a summons when she heard one. The hippo stepped out of the room, leaving the ferret behind to whatever was being done to him. She didn't know what it could be, but the screaming made it clear that it wasn't a pleasant bunch of tentacles attending to him.

She and Lovecraft entered the hallway, the door shutting and the sound cutting off. The dead space must have been very good at muffling things. The octopus-man shook his head.

"I will assign you another room, with a different roommate."

"No apologies?"

"None needed. He made the mistake, not me."

"...Right."

"By the way, you have a name now."

"...Oh, shit, right. You picked it for me."

"Yes. How does Latexia feel for you?"

The End

Summary: Margaret goes through her final interview, and has a bit of an issue with her roommate.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Ferret, Octopus, Hippo, Latexia, Series, Latex, Supers, Superpowers, Bondage, Facesitting, Groping, Rimming, Punishment Tentacles,