My original tumblr post was here.  This image is Summer Abductions:  Wrapping by NICELabs.  The artist gives this account of the scene:

One by one the four friends had been stalked, studied, and then abducted.  Denise, Claire, Margo, and Khia were all going about their days unsuspecting of the peril that lurked, the traps being laid for them.  Then the sudden feel of hands upon them.  The struggle, the terror, the fear-filled dark of unconsciousness.  That same stupor now mercifully shielded them from the sight of other abductees handled and packaged like product, nor could they witness someone they thought they knew as a friend showing his true colors and reaping the rewards for helping their abductors by singling them out in exchange for pay.   It would be merciful if they were to remain unconscious, to let this all be just a nightmare, but even mercy has it’s limits and one by one the four beauties began to drift closer to the waking world.

Claire was the first to regain her senses, waking fuzzily from forced unconsciousness, then the shocking memory of her abduction and the terrified realization that not only wasn’t it a dream, but a very real nightmare still happening.  The lovely girl began to thrash in the grip of the man carrying her.  She didn’t know where she was or what was happening, it hadn’t even registered that she was nude, but Claire knew she was in danger and fought for her life.  Her captor tightened his grips on the struggling beauty, countering her squirming attempts at escape with the seemingly practiced skill of someone used handling terrified abductees.  Amid her terrified struggling, an ominous hiss ahead of her forced Claire’s attention.  A large circular machine full of pipes and hoses and on each side a human-shaped receptacle with a glass canopy open and waiting.  Claire shocked into a moment’s submission from the sight of the machine and that of her friends being placed into it.  Denise, still unconscious was placed into a chamber by the helmeted man carrying her who then sealed her in.  Margo was coming out of her stupor too late, likewise sealed inside a chamber she now looked about in shock and fear, pounding on the glass.  Khia, however, like Claire was wide awake and fighting.  The lovely black girl kicked and screamed in the grip of the man carrying her, her fists pounding at his helmeted face with little effect.  He carried her out of sight to the other side of the machine where her terrified screams intensified, then became distant and muted as she too was sealed under a thick glass shell.   Now it was Claire’s turn.  Her captor pushed her into the remaining receptacle and she felt the coldness of the metal and the padding against her back.  She kicked at her assailant to avail as he manhandled her into position.  With one hand tight around her throat and another closing the shell, the anonymous abductor released Claire at the last minute, moving out of the way of the canopy as it sealed her in.

In each chamber the sounds of the women pounding at the glass and their terrified protests thundered in their ears.  There wasn’t time to make sense of any of it.  One moment they had been happy and safe engaged in ordinary everyday things, and the next they woke into a nonsensical nightmare.  Suddenly there was a series of loud clicks and hisses, then a throbbing hum as the machinery around them came to life.  In each chamber a dozens of small spray nozzles began to fill the space with a viscous mist.  Whatever the slimy fog was each of the women’s screaming struggles were replaced by numbing twitches and gasps.  Every inch of their bodies were overwhelmed with tingling waves of sensation… as if they were being wrapped in a thick layer of squirming gelatinous spiders.  With each passing second more of the mist congealed on their luscious curves from head to toe and there was nothing they could do to stop it….