The smooth, oiled black leather slid snugly up over her tightly latexsealed body with a noise akin to a hushed whisper. Her legs wobbled as she adjusted to the spongy socks encasing her feet. They were actually like moon boots except that they tapered gradually up to her knee. The resilience of the padding made her feel as though she were walking on pillows inches above the floor. There would be no running away. 

Her padded thighs rubbed together as large, strong hands threaded her sheathed tail through the rear aperture and into the attached leather sack. His roughness caused her to whimper several times before he hissed a warning. 

Looking down, she saw the narrow twin recesses with a steel zipper running down the middle of each. Her lower passages were both lined permanently in the same glossy black material as the rest of her body, but the orifices themselves were still accessible, and it seemed her captor's plan that they remain so. With a scuffing sound, the upper half of the garment was tugged upward and the crotch snugged tightly in place. 

Again rough hands grabbed her wrists and one at a time thrust them into the thick sleeves. Her hands met resistance as they squeezed past a tight band at the wrist, but a few hard tugs soon had them sinking into gloves which sheathed each of her fingers and curled them and her palm closed around a thick wad of padding. She pumped her hands as tight as she could trying to form a fist, but couldn't manage to make her fingers touch.

She stood there, lifting her arms to stare at the stuffed leather mittens that now encased her latexgloved hands, while he tugged the shoulders of the garment into place. She saw the thick leather hood dangling below her muzzle and half panted, half sobbed, knowing what would come next. As if on cue, his hand wrapped around the back of her head as though he were palming a soccer ball and forced her muzzle into the tight sheath, yanking the rest over her cheeks and top of her head, pausing only long enough to push her ears into the reinforced, built-in pockets with his thumbs. She flinched and whined in momentary discomfort, but his hands grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her back into place. With one hand wrapped firmly over her throat, she could feel a rising wave of tightness as he pulled the zipper up her back, the durable leather creaking as the two halves stretched together and joined into a near-invisible seam.

A small steel luggage padlock clicked loudly at the nape of her neck - at once startling her then evoking a shiver as she recognized that she was now trapped beneath two complete, inescapable artificial skins. Lifting her head, she gazed out through the twin eyeholes at her image in the full-length mirror. With her muzzle, ears, and tail, she still resembled the gene-tailored 'vat vixen' who'd been sold to the powerful lupine business executive now towering over her, but right now (especially with the neat, even seams tracing over her from head to toe) she looked more like a small, gleaming leather doll than a living being. 

In the mirror she watched as his image bent down to her ear.

"All mine now. My own personal little chew-toy."

His hands groped, rubbed, and stroked her possessively - squeezing and kneading all those private, intimate places a gentleman wouldn't dare look at, much less touch. "The first few years'll be hardest, but I promise..."

She zoned out as she watched the wolf's lips move, the tips of his long sharp teeth glinting in the soft yellow light. The words he pelted against her ears made her wish that the leather did more than just muffle her hearing. She blinked back tears as he described just how disposable he regarded a 'vat vixen'.

"...you deep when it gets too easy." 

His hands suddenly left her chest and crotch and scooped under her arms, lifting her over to the bed effortlessly before tossing her atop the soft, yielding mattress. Her body squeaked against itself as she bounced and then tried to roll over onto her mittened hands and knees. The wolf, however, was on top of her in a flash, rolling her onto her back again and grabbing at her wrists, forcing them out to the sides and above her head. Her attempts to thrash were quickly quelled as the predator above brought his weight to bear on her hips, sinking her halfway into the cushy foam mattress. She whined again as he forced his knee between her thighs, spreading her legs wide as he drove it up nearly into her mound. She wailed into her sealed muzzle in protest, but the muffled rebuke only seemed to spur him on.