Jet strolled down the nearest hallway, carefully reading the nameplates above every door. Eventually, a specific door with the nameplate of “Artifact Room” caught her attention. Feeling her thieving, adventurous spirit rising, Jet pushed open the wooden door and stepped inside. No sooner did she step inside then she loudly gasped and almost screamed.
The room was large, and filled to the absolute brim with priceless artifacts and treasures from all across the world. Jet practically salivated as she stumbled numbly through the room, her money-hungry brain struggling to keep up with everything that she was seeing. It was a thief’s paradise, and it took all of her self-control to not grab everything in sight.
Soon, she spotted another door in the back of the room, with a different nameplate. This door read “Sacred Relics”. A name like that screamed riches and fortune, so Jet snuck over to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, but that was no big deal for Jet and the small lockpicking set she carried with her at all times.
Unfortunately for Jet, her greed and curiosity got the better of her, and her mind completely tuned out her surroundings. As she worked with the door, trying to unlock it, she didn’t even hear two School of Alchemy guards stroll into the room. The guards spotted Jet in an instant, and began rushing over to her.
“HEY! THIEF!!!” The lead guard yelled, brandishing her sword. Jet whipped her head around and cried out in surprise, seeing the two-armed guards running towards her. She dropped her lockpicking set and hopped to her feet. Springing forward, she grabbed onto a tall cabinet and began pulling herself up onto it.
Normally, Jet would’ve had no trouble avoiding two simple guards. Jet was a nimble, acrobatic master thief after all. However, her horrible, cursed luck kicked in once again. The cabinet wobbled as Jet grabbed on, and her balance was thrown off. The cabinet toppled over, crashing loudly onto the floor. Jet fell forward in a painful landing, and thirty priceless artifacts shattered to pieces.
Jet was quick to recover, but not quick enough. The lead guard slashed at her with her sword, moving the sharp metal weapon in a downward strike. Jet’s horrible luck struck again, and the guard’s sword attack sliced neatly through Jet’s shirt, bra strap, pants, and panties. In a heartbeat, Jet’s clothes fluttered to the ground, and she was left naked.
Fate wasn’t done yet, as the guard tripped on a broken urn, and toppled forward into Jet. The guard was taller and a little heavier than Jet, and so the flustered thief girl was easily pressed under the guard. Upon hitting the floor, Jet was flattened instantly, her face roughly squished into the guard’s rather huge breasts. The rest of her body squished to the guard’s stomach.
The guard groaned and stood up, brushing herself off. Glancing around the room, she saw no sign of the destructive intruder, which made no sense to her. She had definitely tackled her to the floor. Or rather…gracefully fell on her.
“Where the hell is she?” The guard cried aloud. Her partner ran up to her, and immediately spotted Jet’s naked, paper-thin form adhered to the front of the guard.
“Hey Ashra.” The second guard pointed at Jet. “The thief is…uh…squashed against your boobs.”
Ashra looked down at her chest, and almost screamed upon seeing Jet stuck there. She quickly recovered though, peeling Jet free. No sooner was Jet free then Ashra crumpled her up into a tiny ball, clenching her tightly in her fist.
“Let’s take her to the containment room. Miranda will see to her there.” Ashra explained to her partner, and her partner nodded. As the two guards left the ruined artifact room, Jet could only mentally groan at how quickly everything had gone downhill. And, how much of it was her own stupid fault.
***
Thirty minutes later, Jet was fully reformed, and sitting in an uncomfortable metal chair in a cramped containment room, deep within the confines of the School of Alchemy. She was bound tight, with no chance of breaking free. Worst of all, she was still naked, a fact that caused no little discomfort for her. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment and shame.
Ashra was standing watch over her, not once taking her eyes of the vile intruder who had caused incalculable damage to the artifact room. Jet felt horrible about what she had done, but no matter how much she tried to plead, Ashra wouldn’t listen to her.
Finally, the lone door to the containment room swung open, and a girl entered. She was wearing a tight, blue, unbuttoned blouse, and blue shorts. Her impressive rack was almost entirely visible due to her unbuttoned shirt, and barely contained inside of a constricting bra. Her long white hair was disheveled, and her eyes had a wild and childlike aura to them. Her younger but still developed body conveyed to Jet that she couldn’t be any older than nineteen.
“Hey there you!” The girl giggled, closing the door behind her. “My, aren’t you a cute one! My name is Miranda, and I’m the head alchemist here at the School of Alchemy.” Jet’s jaw dropped open. This clearly hyperactive child was the most important alchemist in the world?
“Listen, I need to explain some…” Jet tried to speak, but Miranda held Jet’s lips shut with two fingers.
“Shush. You don’t need to do any talking now. We’ll have plenty of time to talk in the future. I mean, you’re going to be trapped here for the rest of your life!” Miranda giggled again, smiling innocently, and Jet’s eyes widened in terror. “You can’t just destroy centuries worth of treasures, artifacts, and history, and think you’ll get away with it!” Miranda rubbed Jet’s head like she was a little girl being scolded by a loving parent.
“Ma’am.” Ashra cleared her throat. “There’s something you might find…interesting…about this criminal. Her entire body is squishy. Like rubber. She can be stretched and molded into different shapes, and will eventually reform to normal.”
“WHAT!?!?” Miranda exclaimed, holding her face like a surprised school girl. She spun around in a circle, and laughed. “This is so amazing! I’ve never met someone like you!” Miranda playfully pinched Jet’s cheek, watching how easily Jet’s face could be flattened and squashed. She let out a cute squeal.
“Pleashhhh…” Jet moaned, trying to speak despite half of her face being crushed. “…Let me shhhheee Holly…and Dahlia!!!” Miranda grabbed Jet’s lips again, but this time pressed them together with much more force, until they flattened and stuck together. Jet was left unable to speak, and could only make muted screaming noises.
“Miss Thief, what did I say about talking? You’re interrupting my train of thought.” Miranda frowned for half a second, but her Cheshire grin returned in an instant. “And…oh…do I have thoughts. Imagine what I could do with a squishy little criminal like you! ANYTHING THAT I WANT!!!” Miranda declared loudly, and she and Ashra shared a good laugh.
Miranda continued. “As the head alchemist, I’m given special permissions that others aren’t. For example, I have full jurisdiction over all prisoners and criminals captured in the swamplands. We alchemists don’t take kindly to those who would break the law. We especially reserve special hatred for those who tarnish our belongings and keepsakes. Under normal circumstances, you’d be dead by now. Count yourself fortunate I’ve taken such a…special liking…to you!”
Miranda sat down on Jet’s lap, squishing the unlucky thief’s legs beneath her body. She leaned forward until her breasts were resting against Jet’s, and her face was only an inch from Jet’s. “From now until the end of time, you are my personal little plaything. Consider this your punishment. I certainly won’t be merciful!” Miranda giggled and hopped off.
Jet quivered in fear. Had a momentary lapse in judgment really sentence her to a life of being tormented by the world’s most talented, and most insane, alchemist? Jet pictured Holly and Dahlia, eating a delicious meal in the mess hall and laughing, having a great time. How horrible was the twisted, cursed luck!?
Miranda paced around the room for a few minutes, trying to decide what she wanted to do with Jet first. What happens next?
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