She's used by her Master.

Megan backed away in horror, latex kitty costume squeaking. This man had paid to have her ****, paid to have her reduced to a sexual plaything. She realized where she'd seen him before now. He was a dean at her college. He reached out and cupped her breast, and too her dismay, the outfit responded to his touch. The suit caressed her tender breasts even as he did, enhancing his touch. She pulled away to the man's apparent amusement, but the suit didn't stop.

The phalluses plugging her tender holes whirred to life, eliciting a gasp from her attractive mouth. The erotic ministrations to her breast increased and spread to the other one. The latex sucked at her nipples, making them stand at attention for her master. She shuddered in horror. She was helpless to resist such sensual torment. She didn't want to give this man the satisfaction of controlling her, but her body liked it. She was going to cum.

"Cease", the man said.

And the momentum ceased, leaving her wanting. He motioned and her arms were pulled violently behing her and restrained. The glistening layer imprisoning her tits irised open, baring them to they're new owner. Megan opened her mouth to scream and the man reached into his pocket again. The latex flowed back up her slender neck and around her lower face forming a seamless sheath over her mouth, silencing her. The latex continued, forcing itself past her soft lips and forcing her jaws open. It solidified into a ring gag, leaving her grunting, struggling tongue visible.

He manipulated what Megan assumed to be some kind of remote in his pocket again and a tendril of latex shot out from her neck and fastened itself to an steel loop bolted to the ground. The tendril shortened, dragging he to her knees. She heard a zip, looked up, and saw an erect cock inches from her face. She struggled wildly against her bonds but had no real hope. The man gripped her by her fiery hair, thrust, and Megan was gagging on her Master's cock. She pulled back, but her Master just thrust her head back.

"Good kitty," he said, eyes closed, head tilted towards the ceiling. The vibrators plugging her tender holes roared back to life, surprising a squeal out of her. Her throat muscles contracted as a consequence.

"Such an enthusiastic pussy," he said, stroking her hair. The **** face fucking went on for what seemed like forever to Megan, certainly longer than a man of the Dean's apparent age should have been able to handle. Eventually he came, and when he did he pulled out, showering Megan's face and bare breasts with copious amounts of semen. Megan closed her eyes against the dripping cum and blew what she could away from her mouth.

"You should try to get used to it now Pussy. You'll be tasting it regularly. KUMI!" he called. A japanese girl entered, clad in a now familiar french maid's uniform. "Take the pussy here to her room. Make sure she washes her hair."

"Right away, Master," Kumi replied, bowing. She walked over and seized the latex tendril anchoring Megan to the ground. It released it's grip on the steel loop and Kumi gave it a sharp tug, making Megan stumble forward. She tugged it again and Megan followed.