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In the modern world, there were very few frontiers left to fully explore, and even fewer proper adventures to be had.

The number of places that couldn't be mapped by a GPS was shrinking rapidly, removing the sense of wonder from going to a remote part of the globe, and in that perceived lack of mystery, there was a perceived lack of danger.

Lars Wilson was the kind of brave adventurer who earned his title not with the valor of his deeds and the depth of his exploration, but with the number of dollars he had to throw at someone else to do the work and give him the credit. He was of the mindset that anything could be bought for the right price, and if his office was used as the metric, you might have been inclined to believe him.

"She's coming through the door right now. I can't wait for everyone to see the new display piece...yeah, of course I'll fly you guys up for it! This is gonna be nothing short of the most incredible thing you've ever seen!"

The tiger was the perfect façade of an alpha male, with an office that looked out over the smaller towers around it with a pre-designed sense of arrogance. Windows on all sides were equipped with a special, two-way tint to keep prying eyes away, while Lars could gaze down over the hustle and bustle of those less fortunate, all while surrounded by the myriad of treasures that he'd procured in his days.

Thus far, no one ever bothered trying to contest Lars for the credit that he always took, but he was unaware of just what a steep price Cassie was going to add to her invoice.

"Yeah, she looks pissed...probably ended up being a bit harder than she expected, but she's got a package for me! Shame I can't share mine with her...that would probably be unprofessional," Lars rolled his eyes, before winking one of them at Cassie's dry expression. "I'll call you guys back in a bit to set up travel arrangements. No spoilers this time; I want you guys to see this in person!"

The smartphone was set down on the table before Cassie could finish closing the door behind her. "Good to see that your manners haven't improved at all," the coyote didn't hide her disgust as she locked each of the individual knobs and bolts to secure the office. "I thought you quit barking up my tree a long time ago, but go figure, you've still got some hope left after all..."

"Was never a matter of hope, gorgeous. Like all the others, it ends up being a matter of time...but I'm definitely the type who prefers business before pleasure."

"So I'd gathered."

"Disappointed?"

"Hardly," Cassie stepped away from the door with a box under her arm, able to feel Lars' gaze shifting away from her chest and focusing instead on the present she offered. "The sooner that I'm out of this gaudy hellhole, the better."

"I promise that you'd enjoy working here if you just gave it a chance. There's plenty of desk jobs around my building that don't require you to put your life on the line every other weekend."

"If there's no risk, there's rarely a reward, Lars; how you continue to find such enjoyment out of buying treasures instead of unearthing them is beyond me."

"Sex is a treasure," he murmured, "And like any other, it can be paid for, and summarily enjoyed by anyone with enough money."

"And if I decide that your bank account is too small?" Cassie asked, her tongue laced with venom as she stood before the sharply dressed tiger, but remained well out of his reach. "I can put this right back where I found it...or perhaps, I've decided that your money is no good to me? I could always use another decoration on my own mantle; yours appears rather overloaded."

Lars cocked a brow. "I swear that you play up the whole 'mysterious badass' thing on purpose sometimes."

"What makes you say that?"

"You lock yourself in my office," he noted, as he stepped away from the front of a desk that was impossibly large, even for the open space. "And then threaten to not give me the treasure that I already paid you for? Do you honestly think I'd let you leave here without it?"

Finally, a grin spread over Cassie's lips, but Lars didn't show the same thirst for it that he usually did. "I find it funny that you think you'd be able to stop me from leaving," she replied, "Although...I have no intention to leave with this. Like most treasures I unearth, it ends up being more trouble to me than it's worth, so I'm more than happy to turn it over to you."

"Sounds to me like you're just not equipped to handle such treasures. They've never really caused me any trouble."

Cassie narrowed her eyes on the tiger as he took one step closer, and her fingers eased the front of the lid open. "Is that right? I'm afraid this one will."

The small crease was all the space needed for something inside the box to blow the lid off. Always suspicious of the world around him, Lars was quick to step back and cover his face, but even before he had a chance to go for his gun, he felt something tugging on his wrist and pulling it from his eyes.

"...Is that...tar?"

"You're not very familiar with tar, are you?" Cassie groaned, never impressed with Lars' lack of understanding of the outside world. "I've seen some very talented construction workers, but I don't think any of them could make a lasso out of tar , you dipshit..."

Lars was growling with frustration more at the insult than he was at the contact, until he noticed the strange material brushing against his fur, instead of the finely sewn tweed that once covered it. "I don't really care what it is...it's destroying my suit, so you'd better get it off of me right fucking now!"

"That would not comply with my master's wishes," Cassie replied, the sting fading from her voice as something subservient eased her sharp tongue. "I'm afraid that he wishes to speak with you, Lars, for forcing me to enter his home uninvited."

Almost every ornament and artifact in the office was something stolen from a burial ground, sacred temple or slowly dying culture. The Egyptian relic that Cassie was sent after would have followed all the same guidelines, but this time, Lars went a little too far in his desire to steal the richest parts of ancient history.

He'd finally crossed into the realm of a forbidden object, and as black ooze spread up his arm and across his shoulder, he watched his suit continue to disintegrate at the touch of it, dropping his stomach all the way into the balls of his feet.

"You're so paralyzed with fear that you can't even reply? You really are pathetic ," an ethereal force surrounded her voice as the meaningless box dropped from her arms. "Fear not, meager feline...this coating will not melt your flesh and devour your bones...though it certainly could, if I willed it to be so."

Knowing his life was on the hinge of a switch being flicked was just what it took for Lars to get back in touch with his survival instinct. With one paw free to reach for his gun, he drew it from the inside of the coat pocket before it could be absorbed and threw chance to the wind, firing several bullets into Cassie's chest, center mass.

The strange, glowing miasma of black that was surrounding her body easily intercepted each bullet, reducing them to nothingness within an instant of contact. "You didn't really think that was going to work, did you? Are you every bit as stupid as you are cowardly, Lars?"

A proper alpha male in his own mind, Lars wasn't used to taking flak from anyone , much less a woman that he once thought of as nothing more than a pretty face and a two-bit adventurer.

He'd grossly underestimated her, and the task he sent her on in the first place. "Who...w-who the fuck do you think y-you are, talking to me like that in my own office?" he tried growling, but what he prayed would be a deep rumble ended up a mere squeak from the back of his throat as a scowl ran from his face, replaced by all-encompassing fear.

"I am but a vessel, Lars...an eager servant of the one that you have wronged," Cassie explained, her voice echoing as it passed her lips. "And my master wills that you be punished for your transgressions..."

"Money is your master," Lars continued digging his own grave as latex seeped down the right side of his torso, eating the fabric of his suit and disposing of it all in the same breath. "Therefore, I am your master, and I'm ordering you to s-stop whatever the hell this is!"

"You can only control what your money can buy, Lars," Cassie reminded him. "There is no currency in the known world that can buy my loyalty from my master, and no amount you can offer him to compensate for your wrongdoing."

Lars didn't realize just how much money was his own master. "Like I'd pay you or your so-called master a dime after what you've done to me...this kind of betrayal is unforgiveable! I'll never let you leave this building alive...I'll hunt you down to the e...ug...ulllk!"

His open muzzle was a perfect target for the latex to spread across the side of his cheek and dip inside of his maw, spreading over his rough, pink tongue and coating it with a black sheen in the span of only a few seconds. The rest of the living costume was slower to spread, but his overcoat was already reduced to shambles, and as energetic ooze spread across his back and over the front of his left arm, the rest of the fabric was torn asunder little by little, unable to resist the destructive influence of the latex that sought to consume him.

Wide, bright eyes of brown shrunk down in panic as he tried to reach into his own mouth to rip out the offending substance, but as it already controlled both of his arms, his paws only made it as far as the last exposed tufts of his cheeks, before they froze in place.

"If you'd taken your punishment willingly, my master would have gone much easier on you," Cassie stood just shorter than Lars, but she easily towered over him as he slumped down to a knee, his lungs flooding with the same latex that encompassed almost all of his fur. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't glad that you decided to be so arrogant, however. To watch you fall from grace in the most fitting way possible is a treat that I would have paid a great price for, and yet, you've given it to me for free. I had no idea yours could be such a charitable heart, Lars."

There wasn't a drop of charity in the ocean of Lars' soul, and being told such was actually _frustrating_him, where others would have seen it as a compliment.

He was finally paying even a fraction of the price of his avarice, as the ooze spread rapidly down the front of his body and disintegrated the waistline of his dress pants. An outfit that cost more than Cassie's annual income was reduced to a few stubborn fibers, and with a single, firm tug on one of his ears, Cassie forced him to look down as the devious latex spread over his crotch and down around the base of his suddenly exposed cock.

"Remember what I said about being able to melt your flesh if I wanted to?"

Cassie had never seen such fear in Lars' eyes; even though Anubis was working through her, she'd cherish that memory for the rest of her life, as the gooey latex spread over his flaccid shaft and encapsulated it.

The whole world froze for Lars, who waited to feel his flesh dissolving under the slimy, cool texture of the spreading latex, but even when he held in a breath and winced his eyes shut, there was no pain, and no loss.

There was only the most powerful throb he'd ever known, running from the base of his shaft and forcing his cock to stand at attention for Cassie. In seconds his flesh was filled to the brim with vital warmth, and the pliable material spread around it to keep it partially subdued, adding a first layer of chastising pressure to his inexplicably hard shaft.

"Though you clearly don't use it very often, simply removing it would have been a predictable and brief_punishment," Cassie told him. "I assure you, there's more in store for you than a moment of panic and the threat of losing your...well, your _manhood, though you're hardly looking masculine anymore."

Under the sheen of the haunted ooze, Lars was taking on a smooth curvature, his entire body becoming encased in a tomb of living latex. Even his insides had become coated with the tainted mess, and on the outside, despite a few weak, delicate wiggles, he couldn't break free of prison that Anubis designed for him.

As his eyes rolled back and filled in with the dark, all-encompassing matter, a brilliant shimmer of gold emerged from the sockets, and his open, panicked mouth sealed shut before Cassie. Her own clothes had been given to the latex offering, but she didn't even dream of treating Lars to the blessing of tasting her womanhood, as a soft glow enveloped her naked figure.

Her master knew just what kind of punishment Lars deserved for his transgressions, and under his influence, Cassie would make a perfect authoritarian to execute those orders.

"You should never have sent me to that place," Cassie gave him a warning that was too late to save Lars, who was reduced to little more than a living statue. "My master does not wish to be disturbed again, and he has granted me the charge and privilege of ensuring that you don't make the same mistake twice, feline."

Even his species was being lorded over him, but Lars didn't budge. His knees were firm against the rich, tile floors of his office, and from his shoulders, bands of latex shot up to the ceiling and spread down across the floor, keeping him trapped in place, even if he regained his mental capacities.

Anubis would never let that happen, and Cassie would only yield when her master commanded it.

"You've been broken so easily that it takes away most of my fun," Cassie griped with her capture as she stepped in a little closer, resting a single digit on the bridge of his short, encased muzzle. "Now I have to get creative...and I'm hardly in the mood."

Though he couldn't see anything, Lars could feel a strange texture moving up and down over the sides of his cock, but he knew that Cassie would never willingly touch him there.

It was the latex itself, creating textures against his shaft and manipulating itself like a grasping palm, teasing his body toward an orgasm as tendrils of latex began seeping deeper into his pucker, spreading his asshole apart and teasing it with the threat of penetration.

Cassie didn't give him long to warm up before the tendrils began squirming their way inside of his rear, one by one, but his cries were muffled by the sound of gurgling latex. "The louder you scream, the softer your voice will become," she murmured. "The harder you struggle, the less air you'll receive...the more you disobey, the harder this will be for you..."

Her own eyes were glowing with the influence of her master as she watched her handiwork in action. Still unable to reach his own face, even with his paws so close, Lars twitched violently as his wrists tried to break free, but they were completely unable to widen the absolutely tiny holes that allowed him only enough oxygen to stay conscious. He was free to panic, but he could do nothing more than that as larger strands of latex passed by the thinner ones, penetrating his tailhole with a thicker presence and spreading it open wide enough that Cassie could easily step around him and admire the treasure under the base of his tail at her leisure.

Throughout it all, the suit never gave his member a break, keeping it on edge with a series of quick, rippling pumps, but the living latex was smart enough to stop before he was allowed to experience the pleasure of climax; he was always brought just to the edge of it, with his mind constantly occupied by the lack of air and the subtle, sweet pain of his parted backside.

"This is just a _preview_of what I had to endure to escape with my life, Lars. You pushed me too far this time...and you pushed my master to this punishment," she was standing just over his shoulder, her tongue stroking over his covered ear and leaving a chill that would still be in his spine for days to come. "See to it that you never make this kind of mistake again, little kitty...or next time, I'm taking off the training wheels."

His mind was quickly giving over to the will of Anubis, as his obedience was much easier to attain than Cassie's was, but that was boring to the forgotten god, who found Lars to hardly be worth his time. As the plethora of teasing sensations began to fade, all that remained was a defeated statue of a man, penetrated by the infinite touches of Anubis and brought right to the edge of his orgasm.

Even when he was given a full breath, it was too late for him to feel anything but the fear of his conscious mind returning, and the weight and pressure of a latex plug in his asshole.

**

His business associates were used to Lars being overly excited about the treasures that he wanted to show off, but the high-end community had more than enough free time to hop on next day flights and make their way up to the big city, to the familiar building that they'd seen so many wonders of the world trapped in before.

It was fairly common for Lars to stay overnight when a new capture was brought into his office, so the secretary brushed it off as business as usual and sent his friends upstairs, but when they opened the door, they were shocked to see the Staff of Anubis was nowhere to be found...but the Statue of Lars was still perfectly intact, waiting to be unearthed...