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Sitting on the leather recliner, Varien sat near three other guys on a stage. Between the four of them sat a cube that was perhaps six feet to a side as latex surrounded every edge. Pulled tight to the center, the form of some fox looking creature moved ever so slightly as little moans rolled out. While the contestants couldn't see it, the audience had a special filter that let them screen past the latex to see the fox writhing inside. Dressed in a classic green slave suit, the fox had three cocks plunging into his orifices at rapid fire speeds. A thick horse cock was shoved all the way up his cunt while a knotty dog cock was quickly swelling at the knot to force the jaws open on the slave. Another canine length was pounding that tail hole hard, as lube and pre only pushed the male faster. In the last corner of the screen was a fleshlite, suspended in the latex and warmed up to feel like it belonged to the real deal sitting on stage. A barbed feline shaft that belonged to the caracal plunged into that tight silicon passage as he immediately hilted it.

So close to orgasm, the horse and one of the canines pulled the special d-rings off their cocks. In that moment, a flash went by as the red d-ring turned green, and the green one flipped colors as well. Each one corresponding to one of the three d-rings on the cuntboy encased in latex on stage, and the last ring to the dummy toy. Pushing down hard, the fox suddenly felt the thicker then it should have been equine cock leave his gaping pussy, and instead it plunged to the hilt inside his rear, giving him a painful gasp that was quickly silenced as the wolf who replaced the horse at his femme sex knotted up and locked in. With only two minutes left on the buzzer, the four males kept fucking the nice tight holes each one had over their cocks before the two wolves blew their loads first. Hot seed flooded the mouth and pussy of that fox before the equine released as well and filled the slave suited fox on up. The Caracal was last to blow his load, not realizing what wasn't happening was key to the contest. As each contestant finished up and were left panting in post-orgasmic bliss, the host of the show stepped on up and gave a grin. "Everyone, it looks like we have a winner." Slowly the latex melted off the cube, revealing the slave suit clad fox inside. The three d-rings that were covering the slave's mouth, cunt, and tail hole corresponded to the two wolves and horse, as the wolf who showed the ring that matched the fox's cunt cheered as he stood. Still buried deep within his prize, knotted in his new toy, he gave a grin as he was congratulated. The audience all cheered for the heavy cum filled orbs of the wolf has surely filled up that toy nice and good. Given the electric remote to his new slave, the pair moves off stage together.

As an afterthought, the host also gave the other three a faint speech about better luck next time, as the theme song of the show played. 'The biggest dom!' ran through as cameras cut and the three 'losers' were led back to the different locker rooms. Each contestant had a small personal locker room, so they could get themselves all psyched up and hard for the contest. Two losers were able to leave the locker room and head on home as the caracal found that his clothes were missing. As he tried to search the back of the locker room to figure out what was wrong, his paw caught the door only to find it locked.

A TV screen lit up as the host was seen on a pre-recorded video. "Look, there are winners and there are losers. And everyone remembers the winners." that fake smile he used with all the bright white teeth as he says "To keep costs on the show down, we have to get our cuntboys cheap. Not to mention the slaves. And, we long ago figured out that the real loser was the one who came inside the fleshlite." a chuckle was given by the announcer before he said "Sorry, but don't worry, you'll be some winner's prize soon enough."

Gas started being pumped into the locker room, as the caracal tried banging on the door to escape. There was no use, each door sealed and barred as more and more of the knock out gas slowly made the feline drowsy before he stumbled and fell to his knees. A moment later, his face met the hard tile floor as the lights went out.

What felt like hours in the nightmares, the caracal clawed his way back to the waking world.

Groggy and without being able to focus too well, he opened bleary eyes and tried to move his paws to clear his sight. He only found that when he tried to move his paws, that he was bound hand and foot to a table of some sort. Only able to move his head just slightly, he saw a few scientists standing in front of himself along with the host. No longer the charming personality of the game show, instead it was the ruthless executive that talked in quiet tones before he nodded and walked off. "Varien Armstrong, according to the contact you have signed, upon losing the game show, you have given up your rights as a citizen of the nation, and instead to become property wholly owned by the station. Your memories are forfeit to us, and your name is hereby revoked. Slave Caracal." the cold mechanical voice was piped in from a machine. The two scientists had moved a clear glass case into the room, before they set a timer on the lock and quickly escaped the room.

It took nearly five minutes as the new slave worried about what it was they left there. He could see it moving inside the case, but unable to see more then the most general details of the material. When the lock popped off, the case quickly opened up on spring hinges. The green material inside suddenly reared up before it threw itself at the caracal's face. Splattering against his body, the cool liquid quickly spread itself out along the feline's body. Tendrils quickly coiled and spread over the felines body. The material clung to his fur before binding to his skin, slowly going down along his body and pushing itself into his tail hole and over his sheath. It kept on spreading until his hands and feet were completely bound up in the latex material as it slowly came over his face. A mechanical armature descended from the ceiling with a mask that approached the felines head. A small opening was over the mouth, and partially fogged goggles. With a hard thrust and the sound of a laser sealing the mask, the caracal had received his slave suit.

Helpless to fight the suit, he could feel his cock being pleasured and brought on out before a sudden sharp pain detached his felinehood from his sheath. The latex started to slip into his now empty sheath, and with some work, it started to form a perfectly shaped feline cunt. With a little work, it started to make a fully fleshed out passage, coated on the inside with latex as a pair of sharp injections completed the transformation from male to cuntboy. Before he could do more, three d-rings were brought down, each one fitted into the latex and secured there, a permanent fixture of his suit. One over his mouth, one over his tail hole, with the last ring fitted around his sex. Along his inner ear a laser quickly burned into the latex 'Slavesuit - Orgy Cuntboy Edition'.

"Physical changed completed. Slave will need mental reconditioning, to be completed during the next show." the slave feline could only writhe in his bonds, feeling that latex moving over his body as a short dildo was pressed into his new femme sex. He could only manage a moan as a new PVC frame was brought out. Black latex covered all six sides of the cube as a rough handler brought the feline over and shoved him head first into that cube through the small opening. "Find somewhere comfy and spread them slut." the handler said before he closed up the latex cube and applied a hard vacuum to it. Slowly the walls of the latex cube collapsed around the caracal, getting tighter and tighter and it forced him into a spread eagle position, suspended within the cube and kept from moving anymore.

Synced up with the cube, a thin milimeter wide tendril from his suit plugged into the cubes port. It would be providing data and information to the producers, as well as having a a direct connection from machine straight to the feline's brain. He could feel it probing around in his mind as memory after memory was brought up. Forced to think on his childhood, his schooling, as it kept going up right until he had seen that at the end of the game show, he was pumping his cock into the fleshlite.

He gave a soft gasp as his speech center was removed with a sudden jerk, unable to form the words he needed to talk as the new toy was brought out to the stage. Four more randy males were standing around. A quetzacoatl, a naga, a wolf, and a dragon. Each one of the contestants were given the rules of the game as the host brought the D-rings onto the stage. Handing a ring out to each male, he showed them to the four comfy leather chairs. The slave could see the chairs out of the corner of his eyes as he suddenly knew what was going to happen next.

He knew it at once, thoughts forced across his mind as the dragon started. Thick cock slowly pushed into the D-ring as the slave could feel that heated meat slowly spread his mouth open wider. That rich dragon musk coating his tongue as that cock slowly slid deeper and deeper. His gag reflex was about to kick in when the latex removed that reflex from his mind, forcing his mouth to be nothing but a loving tunnel around that thick dragon prick. The wolf followed as he could feel his lubed tail hole be spread open and around that thick cocktip. He tried to moan out in pain from being opened up like this, but with the thick dragon length in his mouth, everything was muffled. He could feel the naga's cock join a heartbeat later as it spread his pussy wide around it. He knew that left the Quetzalcoatl out of the running for the moment, but at any time when two pulled out, they could suddenly be switched without warning.

It started with the naga, a rocking of hips as they started out slow. He knew there was a penelty for orgasm before hitting the 24 minute mark on the show, and everyone had to blow loads before the 27 minutes were up. That was, simultaneous orgasms could be had, and the shows ratings rocketed through the roof. While the four contestants started to get rather intimately acquainted with his body, switching holes every few thrusts, he could feel that tendril stroking along his mind working it's magic on him. Every thrust ripped a memory from his mind, cutting it away before the memory of a cock and being fucked like a good slave replaced it.

As the story progressed, he could feel latex in his mouth helping to lube those cocks as small kinks started to drive the males wild. Inside his pussy, he felt buzzing beads started to vibrate. They corkscrewed inside his passage, buzzing him as he clenched around that hard quetzalcoatl cock. It pressed those vibrating beads in against his lengths as he started to thrust harder and harder. The slave could feel more and more, as less and less memories remained. The final package to bind him as the property of his new owner was being set in place as the four males kept going at it.

Before long, he could hear the host say "Final stretch, everyone start getting ready to blow your loads! Our winner will be known soon enough!" with those words of encouragement, the encased slave could do nothing as he was forced back and forth inside his cube. Rocked a few inches in every direction as those thick lengths were driven in deep again and again. His sex started to clench hard around those lengths as the suit let him reach his own screaming orgasm. His tailhole, pussy, and throat all constricted tightly around those lengths as he was suddenly treated to three cocks starting to twitch in synchronized orgasm.

Wolf seed coated his tongue before being forced into his throat. A knot swelling up as he was forced to drink every drop of that hot cum. The dragon was plunging deep into his tail hole before he hilted and filled him up. His body feeling bloated from all that hot jizz inside of himself. The barbs around the last cock, in his pussy let him know the quetzalcoatl had won the contest. All the images of the large quetzalcoatl started to flood his mind. Master. Owner. Lord. He knew all the correct names for his owner, what his owner liked and how to best pleasure it as this seed was pumped into his fem sex, flooding his womb.

The egg held within the latex womb was flooded with seed, new life forming within him as slowly his prison melted away. He knew he was to stand by his new master come hell or high water, thoughts of anything else gone from the slave. His new master controling him via his own remote as he was walked on out.

Later on, that naga arrived back in the locker room, still cleaning the cum from his cocks as he searched for his clothes. Testing the door, he could only find them locked as a soft hiss started to fill the room...