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Blind Box Friday @ 8pm, demoing new suit from SensuaWear, be there! #latexlovelieslive #latexlove #latex #slinky #squeaky #celesraw #celespup

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Celes Valkea was hyped. There was always a certain amount of excitement for her when she was scheduled to try out a new suit. Though she usually knew exactly what she was going to be demoing live on cam, having had done a certain amount of advance prep work. This customarily amounted to donning the suit prior to live broadcast so she could make it a smooth experience for her viewers and for her sponsors. Blind Box Friday was different. Once a month she streamed a _raw_and _unadulterated_blind unboxing and testing of a suit that had been sent to her and she had done no prior research or preparation for. For good or ill, her reactions to how it looked, felt to wear, and the quality of its manufacture would be raw and unfiltered. Some of her most scathing reactions to poor-quality wear had gone viral; it was easily the most popular of her scheduled broadcasts.

The crate bearing prominent SensuaWear logos and delivered to her by courier was still visibly sealed. Celes, coquettishly sat with her knees resting upon it and footpaws hooked under her tail, smiled as her camera's broadcasting LED blinked on. Wearing a pale purple tank top decorated with band logos and navy blue cut-off shorts, the two-tone chocolate-furred, lapphund looked cutely casual. Her attire, rarely seen outside of the candid photos she tweeted to her followers, was immediately a hit with those who appreciated the attractive lapphund's legginess and her clothing choices.

Hot to trot or wot! *.* - @latexfan82

Woof! Casual Celes! Me likey! <3 #sexypup - @TheJackalator

"Haha, thank you, thank you!" Celes grinned and waved cheerfully at the camera. She was genuinely flattered by the reaction to her more natural attire and appearance. Demurely running a hand through her long, hazelnut-toned hair, she patted the plastic crate beneath her. "Glad y'all could join me for another Blind Box Friday here on my show, now celebrating its second year as part of the Latex Lovelies Live network! As per usual, I have _no_idea what's in here--we're gonna find out together!"

Hypehypehype! :D - @latexluvverfox

Fuck, let's hope it ain't another skanky piece of knockoff shit. - @bulltauric32

Celes inwardly winced as she skimmed through the messages coming through on stream chat. She knew all too well; what 'bulltauric' was referring to and it wasn't the most pleasant memory. She had been heartily scathing ever since toward Latex4u, a now-infamous manufacturer and distributor of cheaper and generally shoddy imitations of more expensive suits and accessories. No piece of quality rubber should tear open just from bending down, and where it had torn had been...rather compromising. Sure, SensuaWear was new on the market, but from the professionalism with which they had conducted themselves and having investigated where they sourced their rubber from prior to accepting a blind box from them--something she would _always_do now after the Latex4U debacle--she had been satisfied that they were on the level. However, she was more a little dubious about the _type_of product they were promoting: so-called 'SmartLatex'.

The company rep she had spoken to was absolutely adamant about just how_revolutionary_SensuaWear's development in the field of latex pleasure wear was. 'True Next-Gen Latex' was how the husky-voiced tigress had termed it. As a connoisseur of rubber pleasure products, the buzz words prickled against her cynicism about just how much it was possible to revolutionise something like a latex bodysuit. Still, she would give them a chance; there was always room for a #fucksensuawear to join latex4u and the other scam-mongers that had incurred both her professional and personal wraith. Of course, with it being a Blind Box promotion--one that the company had insisted on--she couldn't look too closely at just what 'SmartLatex' actually was and what it meant in SensuaWear terms. So, she would just have to trust that they wouldn't make her look like a complete fool live on stream.

She who dares, wins, Celes...

"Okay latex fans!" Celes patted the crate again for emphasis as she pulled out of the momentary reverie and adjusted her posture. "In here I have the flagship product of a company you've likely been hearing a lot about lately: SensuaWear, and their new 'SmartLatex'.

Has someone given it an IQ test? Just how smart is smartlatex? - @Jaxshark

Sensua's stuff looks pretty slick, damn expensive tho! - @Squeakysnakeh

"As per usual, we're gonna get a first-hand look at the suit together, and we'll see how it does on the squeaky meter: Will it ascend to the pantheon of Latex Gods & Goddesses, or will it be tossed into the Pit of Squeaky Doom? I'm sure Latex4U and Squeak&Shine are gettin' awfully lonesome down there..."

Ho shit, still no forgiveness! They ain't that bad these days - @Krockadoc

Watchoo smokin', Krockadoc? They're still shitbags.- @MooMaster

To say that the latex suit within the crate was exotic would be an understatement. In spite of her earlier cynicism, Celes was immediately intrigued by it. Neatly folded and secured in impact proof casing, the technologically-advanced suit shimmered as she took hold of it by the shoulders and let it hang loose in her hands to present it before the camera.

"Oh wow..."

Wow! What the hell is that? - @Jaxshark

Hello future? You might be missing something - @latexfan82

Bemused wonder was written plain on the latex-loving lapphund's face; this was no ordinary piece of kink-wear. Regular suits weren't constructed from hundreds of tiny interlocking triangular pieces that gave it both a futuristic, sleek appearance and immediately made it feel more flexible than anything she'd seen. The two-toned, purple and black suit was also extremely lightweight for how durable it felt; Celes could easily lift it pinched between just her thumb and forefingers, and yet, it didn't seem ready to fall apart at any moment.

That, uh, looks kinda flimsy, what's the thickness, Celes? - @Squeakysnakeh.

"Okay folks, now that I've picked my jaw back off the floor..." Celes remarked in a self-depreciating fashion as she shifted to a single-handpaw grip on the suit and reached into the box for the info-sheet that came with it with the other. She hadn't had such strong and obvious reaction to a piece of kink-wear in a long time. "...let's see."

Any kind of mask or hood with it, Celes? - @Krockadoc

Love me some masks and hoods <///< - @SarahChomptastic

"Hmm, the info here says...0.25mm," Celes frowned as she skimmed over the info-sheet; It certainly felt light enough for the rubber to be that thin, but it really didn't appear to be. Again, the fabrication felt as if it were made of a thicker width of rubber.

0.25? Shit will just tear right open, wouldn't last me a week! - @Moomaster

Not all of us are big ol' heifers, Moo. >w> - @latexfan82

Hoi! I jus' like it rough! @Moomaster

Celes dropped the info-sheet back in the box, took the suit back in both handpaws and ran a critically profession eye over it. She shook it and marvelled at the way the scale-like layer undulated and shimmered in the light. Scale-like...yes, that the a good term for it. Lots and lots of little tiny latex scales knitted together to form a slinky and very sexy-looking suit. Was that the 'smart' part?

"Your guess is as good as mine right now, folks--I have no idea what exactly this is made of," Celes then smiled and shook her head after checking for either an attached hood or if there was one in the crate that she hadn't noticed. "Sorry Krockadoc, no hood this time."

Boo! - @Krockadoc

No mask either? D; - @SarahChomptastic

"Okay, so, my first impressions," Celes cleared her throat and inhaled thoughtfully through her nostrils. "It looks radically different to anything else I've come across. On the 'Surprise the fuck out Celes' first-impressions scale, I'd give it a full 10/10," a sly wink punctuated her next remark. "I'm also sure that with all these little scales, it'll be a big hit with the scaly lovers out there."

Jus' saying, I've got plenty of scales to love - @Krockadoc

I'm not convinced. It looks like something from a bad sci-fi movie or game--all style and no substance. - @Jaxshark.

Normally, Celes would have agreed. With how flimsy it felt and the unorthodox design, she would easily have dismissed it as not true kink-wear, but the kind of thing someone would buy and put on for Valentine's Day; cheaply made, cheaply sold, and not for serious use. But...there was something about it, a certain immediate feeling of quality to it that was hard to fully define. There was one way to find out just how rugged it actually was.

The Bite & Tear Test.

Ho shizz, here we go, Bite & Tear time! - @Moomaster

Out came the always-anticipated Wall of Shame, a plywood board upon which Celes had pinned the ragged remains of suits that had failed to stand up to the rather savage Bite & Tear Test. With an array of claws and teeth, kink-wear for anthropomorphics needed to be rugged enough to withstand any amount of heated clawing and biting, which it why those in the fetish tended to favour thicker rubber. 0.25mm was usually too thin to withstand the puncturing and tearing embrace of a tooth and claw used in moments of heated passion. And so those watching Celes' broadcast, many of whom intimately knew their way around a quality piece of rubber, were pleasantly surprised by the way it stood up to the stress testing.

Jeeze, it hasn't torn...what the fuck is it made from? @Moomaster

SmartLatex is the future, boys and girls! SensuaWear here I come. @Jaxshark

No matter how much Celes pulled, stretched, bit into and clawed at the suit, after five solid minutes of abusing it beyond what even the most incompetent practitioner of the kink would display, it showed absolutely no sign of damage or imminent tearing. None whatsoever. It looked just as fresh and new as when she'd first pulled it out of the box.

"W-Well, I think...we can call this..." out of the breath and panting, Celes dropped the suit on her lap and smoothed her mussed hair and clothes back into something approaching their former neatness. "...a successful stress...test...hoo boy..."

It was time to put the suit on--something that Celes was now excited about. It had stood up to her initial scrutiny and tests and appeared to be something truly special. Just how revolutionary was something she would shortly find out...

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It was going on as smooth as butter. Uncannily so.

"Wow, yeah, this is really something..."

Already surprised by how light and flexible the suit felt, Celes had only slipped one bare-furred leg into it and already she was astonished and impressed. The comfortably warm and slick inner material was far smoother and more pliant than anything she'd previously felt; she doubted that she would even need to treat her fur at all prior to slipping into the slinky bodysuit.

However, Celes was completely unprepared for the sensation of it_self-adjusting_ for a best possible fit. Unless she was going_completely_ crazy, she would swear she could feel the suit's shimmering material subtly and simultaneously expanding _and_compressing, depending on which would provide the best fit; it would cup her leg in one place to allow for a very sexy long-limbed profile, but then expand just a little where the fit was too tight. Was this the 'smart' in SmartLatex? How was it even possible?

She did not yet have questions for these answers, but she would most certainly be quizzing SensuaWear about what sorcery was behind it! Perhaps it reacted to body heat?

"Folks, I gotta say something right away," Celes remarked as she put both legs into the suit and wriggled as she effortlessly pulled it up and got her arms into the sleeves. "This is...ah...so easy to put on...I have to wonder if it's actually latex..."

Ho damn, whatever it is, ya already looking damn good - @latexfan82

Indeed she was. The light and rubbery scale-suit fit Celes's curvy form perfectly, accentuating her hips and breasts in a manner that bordered on lascivious. High paw-heels that would not looked out of place on a pair of thigh-high boots were an integral part of the design gave it an extra edge of sexiness. She turned away from the camera and regarded herself in the mirror. What she saw reflected back astonished her.

"Ohwow..."

Lifting an arm up and turning it back and forth in front of her face, she marvelled at the way the scales glittered in a way that wasn't gaudy. She turned around, admiring both the suit and the way it made her look, forgetting for the moment the fact that she could still feel it shifting in subtle ways. That and the weird prickling_sensations that had been nagging at her since she had donned the suit fully. They weren't painful, exactly...just..._weird_._Sharp pin pricks that blossomed and then quickly ebbed away.

How's it feel, Celes? - @Squeakysnakeh

"Fuckin'fantastic," Celes stated without reservation--much to the amusement of those in chat. But it did. Celes had never worn anything like it before it her life. The freedom of movement was really something. It made her feel sexier than anything else she had previously worn. It was turning her on just to stare at herself in the mirror.

You are a Latex Goddess...

The words popped into her mind unbidden, but it seemed like a perfectly apt description to Celes! She was already wondering if she'd have to return what was bound to be an extremely expensive piece of kinkwear or if she'd be allowed to keep it.

I am yours now, but you are also mine...

This time she frowned. What...had she thought that for? Had...she thought it? Or had she read it...? Was someone being creepy in the chat?

Suddenly feeling a bit dazed, Celes shook her head and turned to skim through the last handful of chat messages. Hmm...nothing she should be concerned about?

Y'aright, Celes? You're lookin' a bit, er, out of it? - @Jaxshark

"Yeah...uh...I'm fine..." Celes blinked as she belatedly became aware of the concern for her and realised that she'd been staring at herself in the mirror again, and turning herself on in the process. There was now a patch of spreading dampness between her thighs; Celes was _very_glad that it wasn't showing through the black triangle of rubbery scales that seemed designed to call attention to her crotch, framed as it was by solid glossy purple. It was enough to make her blush though, which _was_picked up on camera.

Seems she really likes the suit, ^.~ - @latexfan82

Huh, thought you said it didn't come with a hood, Celes o.o - @Krockadoc

"Huh?" Celes blinked again, this time in sudden confusion. What hood could Krockadoc be referring to, she wondered. "It doesn't come with one, yeah."

Uh, I can see one hanging from the back of your neck? - @Krockadoc

"Wha?" Celes looked at the chat dubiously, then reached around to find...Krockadoc was right--there was a hood attached to the suit. How she had missed seeing it, she had no idea. No wait...she had checked earlier...hadn't she?

Shhh, don't worry about it...just put the hood on...

She was now feeling a compulsive urge to do just that, even though she hadn't even seen what kind it was. From running her fingers across it smooth surface though, it was clearly a canine-patterned one, with a muzzle....a space for ears...eye holes...no wait...where were the eye holes? There were angular plates of perspex affixed to where one would commonly find them, but nothing to suggest she could see_through_ them. The inside of the hood was seamless.

Huh...

So, it was designed for total sensory deprivation? Feeling both afraid_and_ excited by the idea of being completely cut off from her surrounding, she carefully felt around to confirm that indeed there the hood was a completely sealed piece and would not allow her to see, hear, or even speak clearly. There seemed to be some sort of nozzle though...she could feel a harder ring beneath a layer of rubber at the end of the muzzle...something for a breathing tube, perhaps?

She briefly wondered again how she had not noticed the hood before. That lack of remembrance initially concerned her. The compulsive feeling to pull it over her head had only grown stronger since she had made physical contact with it. Now it bordered on anxiety-inducing to attempt to resist that compulsive urge any longer. And besides, she already knew that it would feel exactly as yummy as the rest of the suit did...so why even bother trying?

Just give in...

Celes fingers were now twitching of their own volition. The pent-up feeling of anticipation, of expectation, was growing stronger still, and yet...she continued to push back against it. Was it fear? A fetishistic desire to test just how sharp the sensation of unnatural longing could be felt? Even to her, it was unclear why she was resisting her what she thought was her own inner voice...

Give in!

It was as if an electric current had suddenly been passed through her to shock her out of her reverie; Celes was now very clear-headed and aware of exactly what she should do now. With total clarity of mind and purpose, she knelt, held the hood in a single-handed grip and pushed her fringe out of the way and then smartly pulled the hood up and over her head.

Good girl...

It all went completely black. The shimmering shroud's eyeless interior robbed Celes of her visual awareness. What little dim light penetrated from the fringes of the hood vanished completely as once again her fingers act of their own volition, this time to quickly and expertly smooth the fringes underneath the collar-like strap ringing the neckline of the suit and pull it tightly taut.

Wow, that rubber dawg is HOT, WOOF WOOF! - @TheJackalator

Hell if I know if it even is rubber! @Jaxshark

Chat messages of similar praise and continuing questioning of and speculation on the exact manufacture of the suit went unseen now by Celes. She was completely uncased in sleek shimmering scales that held the flexibility and texture of the smoothest latex.

"I...I..."

Don't worry about speaking, hun--I'll take care of that for you.

Suddenly, what little room she had to move her jaws wide enough to form words vanished. Then top of the bottom of the hood's muzzle began compressing around her own to force it closed and stifle what would have been a statement that she was finding it difficult to breathe. Within seconds, masked by another compulsive movement, this time to move her hands up and along her masked muzzle as if she were adjusting it, the fit around it became perfect. It bordered upon_skin-tight_.

Sudden panic filled her as the seconds ticked on by. She was beginning to feel a little dizzy and clammy, the air inside the hood was warming up...she couldn't breathe...

I'll take care of that for you too, don't worry...

Yet again another soothing remark spoken in her mind's inner voice. Just like the others, it had come unbidden and she felt like she had no control at all over what exactly was being said.

You don't need to worry about anything, ever again...here...I'll make it easier for you to just...let go...

Had she the breath and freedom to do so, Celes would have gasped as something hard and solid suddenly prodded against her nethers and forced its way in. It was just a small, solid nub of rubber, but its shallow and well-aimed penetration of her sex was...stimulating, to say the least!

The small dildo was not the only invasive object penetrating Celes. She was completely unaware of the needle-sharp studs lining the inner fabric of the suit that had burrowed into her skin and were the conduit to form a bio-mechanical bond with her. Powered by her body's own electric impulses, the prototype suit's artificial intelligence, nicknamed SCARAB by its creators, had begun an invasive takeover. The SmartLatex was very smart indeed...very persuasive...and it had one singular purpose: the creation of Latex Slut-Goddesses.

Saliva dripped from Celes' clamped-shut jaws and her eyes rolled back in her head as the nub pushed into her started to vibrate. It was only a gentle buzz, but it was more than enough to distract her from her panic and slow the frantic flaring of her nostrils. As had been the intent. She now found herself blindly reaching back into the crate. Guided by the malign, dominating intelligence hosted by the parasitic bio-suit, her fingers gripped that the object that would be both her salvation, and continued downfall into bodily and mental submission.

It was definitely a rubbery ball-gag at the end of the tube connected to a small cylindrical tank comprised of shiny purple metal, and not merely an exotic-looking breathing apparatus. A very unusual_ball-gag, for this one had a hole at one end and was smaller than most others. It was also _exactly the right size to pass through the embedded and currently-sealed ring that Celes had suspected might indeed be a docking port for some manner of kinky breathing gear.

Open...and breathe...

Cold air rushed in as the ring silently opened, the cover retracting via an iris mechanism. Celes impulsively took a deep breath as the tightness around her muzzle eased and she opened her jaws, only to find a pliant orb stuffed inside them as once again, her own body acted in compliant obedience to the insidious biomechanical organism that had dug its claws, both metaphorical and literal, into her mind and flesh.

Bite...

Sometimes SCARAB would relish in not having total control over its new host, as it did now in commanding Celes to bite down on the ball-gag. It was a sentient creation, complete with its own fetishes and desires, even if the parasitic dominator itself had been manipulated and programmed to favour certain others and follow a central directive above its own self-indulgence.

Breathe...

The iris mechanism closed snugly around the tube that had been fed through in the wake of the gag. As Celes obeyed and took a second deep breath, tainted air from the canister rushed into her lungs. The sharp, sweet tang shocked her, triggering a deep-seated survival instinct that caused her to recoil against its unnatural odour and flavour. It made her feel even dizzier than when she had been short of breath...and sleepy...so sleepy...

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_ Breathe!_

Celes? Y'alright in there? - @Krockadoc

Aww, your fans are concerned for you...

SCARAB was mocking her. Of course, hearing the jibes in her own inner voice made hearing it all the more surreal for the dazed Lapphund now imprisoned within her own product demonstration; she was being reduced into little more than an organic battery entirely at the disposal and under the domination of the new-age parasite. Discretion on its part would be paramount, keeping its own existence a secret while it completed its assigned task, that of assuming the identity of Celes Valkea and turning her into a Latex Slut-Goddess.

"Yeah! I'm all okay! Don't worry, folks, just gettin' used to this fancy suit!"

The voice that came out of the embedded speakers in the hooded mask's muzzle was a perfect replication of Celes' casual drawl and natural inflections. It certainly had not come from her saliva-drenched and gag-stuffed mouth. She was now only dully aware, completely lethargic, and being fed a steady diet of mind-numbing pleasure from the dildo vibrating inside her. She would always be kept her on the edge of climax. It would never let her undergo an actual orgasm unless it was required of her by her parasitic latex-domme. She was already and would continue to drift in a dreamy haze of pleasure and drug-addled near-awareness. Never fully aware of just what was happening to her and unable to muster even a modicum of concern as she moved and spoke without their any control on her part. SCARAB would continue its seductive and suggestive whispering...soothing and arousing she who was both host and prisoner.

Had us scared for a minute there, Celes! D; Was thinking about calling 911 and makin sure you were alright ^^; - @latexfan82

"Naw, ain't you a sweetie," SCARAB drawled in a sweet-sounding tone. "But I'm totally fine and lovin' this suit..."

The chat exploded into a torrent of amazement and praise as the angled rectangles of perspex embedded into the mask in place of eyeholes and gave the mask quite a fierce appearance lit up and displayed...hearts. Cartoonish, pink hearts.

Woah! Emoticons! That's so cool! - @Jaxshark

SCARAB pushed herself up, interlocked her fingers over her head and stretched. The oh-so-cute arches that the emotive displays had switched to and conveyed cheerfulness were accurate to how she felt. She was in a coquettish, whimsical mood. At long last she had a physical presence. She was wrapped lovingly, dominantly around her host. Oh, she'd take good care of Celes in return for 'borrowing' her body. She would ensure that, in time and in one way or another, her host would see the benefits of the blissful enslavement to which she would be subjected. Right now though, she had a show to do, the last one of Latex Lovelies Live as it currently existed.

So, what's your rating, Celes? @Krockadoc

"Oh, it's a full HUNDRED on the squeaky scale!" SCARAB spread out her hands above her head in a triumphant display and wagged her tail for extra emphasis. "SensuaWear are ascending into the Pantheon of Gods & Goddesses!"

On cue, triumphant choral music accompanied the rare ascendancy of a piece of kink wear into the Pantheon. SCARAB milked the drama of the moment for all it was worth, relishing the still-virgin sensation of Celes's lush, scale-bound shimmering body responding to _her_directives as if it were her very own. Hearts appeared on the emotive display as she leeched the erotic sensations pulsing through Celes's body as the vibration of the dildo intensified. SCARAB had to take great care to dull the physical reactions of her host to the pleasuring and maintain her own self-control. Soon enough though, there would be no need for such careful subterfuge. It would be the norm.

By the time SCARAB was done with Celes and Latex Lovelies Live, the show would be _very_different...

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'LATEX LOVELIES LIVE--COMING TO YOU HOT AND SQUEAKY!'

A CGI render of a spinning neon sign, one not all that dissimilar to those used by sleazy strip clubs, gleamed and twinkled in the centre of the otherwise featureless black background. An overlaid timer on the top right ticked down the minutes until the stream started. The outlined silhouette of lushly attributed naked canine bent provocatively over the letters, one paw-heeled leg coquettishly lifted behind her, helped codify the atmosphere of sexuality and sleaze that had come to be representative of the show and of the relaunched network that bore its name.

Fuck, I can't wait - @xxxkarl93

Wonder how hard I'll cum this time! - @Spoogemeister

I'll make you cum, Spooge...for the right price. ^.~ -@Jenna<<LLLMOD>>

A coarser crowd now tuned in to Celes' live broadcast, one very different from what it had once been. The chat was full of profanities, attempts at flirtation with one another, Celes, and the moderators, all accompanied by the kind of lewd insinuations that in the old version of her stream would have led to a stern warning from the moderators and from the host herself, possibly even a suspension or ban. Now they went unchecked, even_encouraged_by Celes and those who 'moderated' the chat on her behalf and took advantage of the rampant horniness to squeeze tips out of her viewers.

10...09...08...

There was now only one show on what had once been the Latex Lovelies Live network, now reformed under 'new management' and awash with SensuaWear sponsorship and advertising, both overt and subliminal. There were no more Q&A With Celespup, Blind Box Fridays, Lush Latex Life-Lessons, or cheekily provocative or educational content designed for lovers of latex to get the most out of their kink, as had once been her ambition. Just raw and unadulterated erotic entertainment.

03...02...01...

She appeared, lit in twin-crossed spotlight beams that set her suit to shimmering as it caught the light and she strutted out to strike a proactive pose. Of course, to those baying, horny viewers--very few of whom were aware of the kind of content she had previously put out. To them she was nothing more than GoddessValkea, a wildly popular and _hot_piece of latex ass. She was most certainly_not_SCARAB, a sentient and parasitic blend of biology and technology housed in a suit of sleek-scaled latex. In fact, most had no idea what she even looked like beneath the suit, for she never took it off or removed her hooded mask. Even in private, or so it was rumoured.

Two latex-bitches, as she liked to refer to them as, crawled out of the pools of shadow before her and offered up their leashes. Both of the mindless slaves, one male and one female, drug-addled and addicted to both sex and the concoctions that heightened their libido, and both wearing form-fitting latex suits of their and in which holes had been selectively cut to reveal their eyes, mouths, asses and genitalia, whimpered and moaned in a profoundly lewd manner as SCARAB sharply struck their raised, bare-furred rumps with the crop she was holding and had been idly slapping into the gloved palm of her other hand as they positioned themselves.

"WHO DO YOU LOVE?"

The sound of a hearty spanking punctuated the barked demand. Both of the slaves yelped as the stinging blows struck in rapid succession and chorused back the expected response."YOU, MISTRESS!"

"WHO DO YOU OBEY?"

"YOU, MISTRESS!"

"WHO WILL YOU FUCK?"

"ANYONE YOU TELL US TO, MISTRESS!"

Inside the suit, equally as addled and only partially-aware of herself and her surroundings, Celes drew back in a sleazy grin as the compulsive urge to do so was relayed from SCARAB and filled her with second-hand domineering glee. The imprisoned lapphund's nethers quivered with sexual desire as both her own impulses and SCARAB's mental and physical impulses blended into an intoxicating miasma of erotic sensation shared by both. Weeks of mental reconditioning had left her confused about where what was left of her own identity and SCARAB's. Isolated and physically bonded to the self-regulating layer of 'SmartLatex' that had formed a symbiotic relationship with her, she had begun to lose touch with reality. During those times where she was forced by SCARAB to remove the suit to tend to basic biological needs, Celes now felt disjointed and empty, her eyes always straying back to where the suit hung...waiting for her. Just a single glance away was enough to trigger an instinctual yearning to once more be embraced by it. To feel its sleek caress and see herself in the mirror as a dangerously sexy creature of rubber shine and latex squeak. The host-slavery might come through external means, but it was as just as abject and total as if SCARAB were an internal parasite and not an exotic biomechanical organism given life in glossy rubber that gleamed and shimmered like wet oil. The emotive-displays on her mask lit up and shifted in colour into a rosy pink, then displayed the characteristic red hearts that were always a sign for those tuned in that the good stuff was about to begin...

"FUCK ME, THEN!"

Like a pack of hungry, baying wolves, the latex-bitches clawed their way up their Mistress's high-heeled footpaws, one kiss and lick at a time. Saliva glistened atop the scale-patterned rubber as her oh-so-complaint slaves paid public homage to their Mistress. Whipped up into a lusty frenzy through anticipation and the subtle and not-so-subtle coaxing of the mods, the tips came flooding in from the viewers as they eagerly pledged their eagerness to see the kind of lascivious performance that Celes promised them. For the right price, of course.

Whrrrrrr...

The moans that SCARAB broadcast through her muzzle-speakers were genuine cries of ecstatic, thoughtless pleasure as the rubbery dildo now more or less permanently stuffed into Celes's nether-lips began vibrating and buzzing. She was as much a tool for SCARAB's performances as the crop that struck repeatedly on the wagging, thrusting rumps of the slaves who sought to press their snouts and muzzles between the thighs of their Slut-Goddess.

Ever thoughtful and considerate, at least in her own malign thoughts, SCARAB increased the tempo of the dildo's thrusting as she clasped the latex heads of her bitches and pushed their muzzles between her thighs. Her pleasure-slurred whispers, faux-tender and coercive, caressed Celes' dulled mental awareness as the lascivious display of orgiastic pleasure intensified.

We're gonna go far, you and I, hun...and feel real good together...