After being branded on her chest with a seal that bends Febii's will to suit her owner's, it was only a matter of time until she found herself dressed in a beautiful assortment of straps and latex. Little did she contest as words became foreign to her. Mind swamped with the idea of nothing but the desire to be used. Her body forfeited as the sounds of her panting and lustful moans were only accompanied by the whining begs for more from her ring gag. The harness and muzzle that wrapped her body was practically Febii's skin, as were the soon to follow piercings that would be used to connect leashes and chains. Cum staining her fur as she's constantly left drenched in it. The small streams of it running down her inner thighs as her ass and cunt gaps slightly from its continual use. Personally, if she had a choice she'd opt for something a bit more restraining.