by Sara Fields
“Then be a good little kitten and go into your crate. You need some rest, pet,” he urged and she couldn’t help but fall to her knees tentatively.
“You’ll let me out later?” she asked, gazing at the lock on the front of the cage.
“Yes, but you must trust me,” he said as he cradled the side of her face in his hand.
She didn’t quite know why, but she did trust him. Despite everything that had occurred since she had been taken from the detainment center, she’d never been truly hurt or ever in danger with the two men. In fact, they’d been rather kind for the most part.
Crawling forward on her hands and knees, she entered the crate head first. There was plenty of room underneath the bed for her to sit up and spread out. She couldn’t stand though, which was something that she’d gotten used to. Turning around, she watched as Zack clicked the door of the cage shut. Then, he used one of the keys attached to the chain at his throat to lock her inside.
“Noah and I will return in a little while to bring you lunch. Enjoy your free time, pet. We’ll begin preparing you this evening and test you to see what kind of pet we should train you to become. You’ll be very happy once we figure that out and we release your true nature, little cat,” he said, his eyes kind and understanding.
She resisted the urge to hiss back at him. With a huff, she turned away and listened to his fading chuckle as he left the room.
Asshole.
Chapter Four
Zack was thoroughly impressed with their recent human pet purchase. She was a delight to witness and to study. He loved taking a woman who had never seen the customs of his planet and introducing her to his ways. He enjoyed the process of getting to know each pet on a fundamental level and gaining her trust along the way. Noah used many forms of negative reinforcement to teach the pets how to behave, but Zack liked to use a variety of techniques to train his pets. Sometimes he would play the nice guy and Noah the bad guy, but he liked to switch it up from time to time. They liked to keep their pets guessing and unable to predict what would come next.
He certainly couldn’t wait to put the feral kitten over his knee for a good spanking. She sure needed one. If she continued to resist them and question their command, she was going to have a red bottom quite often.
He smirked. She was still a mystery to him. He could tell that she was intrigued by their fully trained pony girls, so her proclivity toward them would have to be tested, but she already showed signs of both a service pet and a kitten. Her true nature was certainly enigmatic, especially in these early stages.
Deep in thought, he figured he’d have to talk to Noah about adding a training day as each type of pet—a pony, kitten, and service pet—to her schedule. One thing he was sure of though, that even though she was feral, she was certainly not a wildcat, she was definitely trainable.
Standing by the door, he watched as she curled up in a ball and closed her eyes. He rubbed the pads of his thumb and forefinger together. One of the useful abilities of being a Dayharian was that both he and his brother could read their pet’s mood simply by touching them. Sensory receptors in their skin allowed them to gauge their pet’s emotional state and adjust their training in real time.
The two brothers could also communicate without speaking. Through a form of telepathy, they could turn on certain neurons within their brain to speak to each other, which was also very convenient for them when it came to training the women.
“No issues with getting her into her cage, although she did hesitate and I had to remind her that she’d get a spanking if she didn’t obey.”
“Good. She has the all clear from the vet to go forward with the taming,” Noah replied.
“I don’t know what kind of pet she is yet though. I can’t get a real read on her yet. Maybe we should go old school and have her experience twenty-four hours as each one. What do you think?” Zack suggested.
“I think you’re right. Then we’ll truly be able to study her true nature in each environment. What would you like to start with first?”
“I want to see how she works as a pony. I think she’ll enjoy it immensely,” Zack mused. And he certainly thought she would. He couldn’t wait to see her ass wag from side to side as she pulled the cart alongside her other fellow ponies, harnessed with a vibrating dildo and running with sheer desire and joy. It was going to be a gorgeous sight to behold.
“We’ll have to handle her virgin barrier tonight though,” Noah added.
“True. Why don’t you take her first? You always like breaking in the new ones,” Zack replied with a snort. “I get her mouth first when we introduce her to service training though. Deal?”
“Deal,” Noah growled.
Zack wandered off into the living area to where Noah was going over his notes on the couch. Out of habit, he turned off his communication neurons and sat down beside him.
“I think this one is going to be special. I haven’t reacted to a pet in such a way in an incredibly long time. It’s going to be a joy to tame her,” he mused.
“I agree. I’m feeling attached already.”
“We don’t have any service pets left, do we? The last one was sold, right?” Zack asked.
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“I’m starved and I don’t want to cook,” he whined.
“You’re hopeless,” Noah said with a chuckle. “Why don’t you just order a pizza from the drones? That would be the easiest thing.”
“I could go for some good greasy pizza,” he agreed, happy that their planet had taken up the recipe from Earth. It had been a hit when it first arrived and helped to keep the humans from Earth satisfied with a taste of their home world. He’d bet that Isabella would love a slice of a good pie.
He clicked the button on his wristband and brought up the projection screen. With a few swipes of his finger, he ordered a pizza with the works—pepperoni, sausage, peppers, onions, black olives and extra cheese—for a little while later.
He’d let his sweet Bella rest for a while first.
In the meantime, he’d go check on the states of the pet enclosures. He had a few things to take care of before he could settle in and focus on the intoxicating little minx he had locked up and caged in their bedroom.
With a sigh, he pushed himself up and off the couch.
“I’m going make the rounds and check on inventory. Let me know when the pizza arrives. Maybe… I’ll even be nice and let our new addition eat with her hands, but probably not,” Zack suggested thoughtfully.
“Spoiling her already, huh?” Noah chuckled.
“I have my moments,” he smirked. “Spare the rod, spoil the child, they used to say, right?”
“Not in my world,” his brother laughed heartily.
Zack shook his head and walked out of the living room. His brother was just as excited as he was. He hadn’t seen him smile like that in some time. He recalled exactly when his brother had stopped smiling and sighed as the memory came over him.
Last year, the two of them had been training a pet and had lost her to the Outside. The two brothers had warned her not to act out in public spaces, but she had anyway, despite everything they had told her. Noah had hesitated and didn’t punish her publicly, so law enforcement had taken her from them. Noah blamed himself for the entire thing.
Dayharian pet regulations were strict. If a trainer was unable to control their pet, police could confiscate her and send her to the Outside. The Outside was a harsh place, even by the brothers’ standards, where guards taught pets to obey, no matter the circumstances.
If their pets misbehaved, the brothers would punish them, no matter where and when it happened. Sometimes, that meant their pets walked around with red bottoms quite often, but it was for their own good, if only they knew how merciful they were being.
It might be useful to let their Isabella know that up front.
Licking his lips, he strode along the path leading to the massive structure. He walked into the
barn and took stock of who was left and the new arrivals. The ponies were a wild but tamable lot and he loved them for it.
Walking up to the nearby stall, he pulled out a piece of dark chocolate from the chilled storage area and waited. From the back of the small pen, a woman lifted her head from her position sleeping on the ground. Slowly, she rose on her back legs and proudly shook her mane free of any pieces of hay. Fully dressed in her pony gear, she was a picture of confident sensuality. The thick collar around her neck kept her head high. He reached his hand forward and stroked the side of her cheek. She pressed back against him and he smiled.
“Here,” he said softly while opening his palm to reveal the small piece of chocolate in his hand. Her lips reached forward and her tongue peeked out. She smiled then, using only her mouth to retrieve the sweet morsel from his grasp.
“Now don’t tell anyone I gave you a treat, pretty pony. It’ll be our little secret.”
She giggled as she chewed, cocking her head to the side as she nodded. He patted the top of her head, before taking his leave. He visited each of the women and gave them a piece of the delicious chocolate he had bought for them, making sure each one looked happy and healthy along the way. He even walked out to their pasture to see a few pony girls frolicking together in the field of grass. He was exceptionally proud of their trained ponies as they were some of their most loyal and well-behaved pets on the compound. They also fetched really good prices at the market, which made him a happy man.
Next, he made his way to the wildcat enclosure. This was the place where they kept all the pets that even the two of them considered untrainable. In their minds, it was more humane to keep them here, caged and healthy and well fed, instead of allowing them to be captured and sent to the Outside. Some of the women had tried to escape or had fought them every step of the way and the brothers believed they were unsafe to bring out in public. These women were exceedingly rare to come by though. In all the time that the brothers had spent training female pets, they’d only encountered three wildcats.
Noah had built an area on the compound especially for them that was inescapable, but luxurious. They gave them access to books, modern conveniences as well as each other’s company. Although they were still caged, Noah and Zack did their best to make them as comfortable as possible. It was for the best.
It had taken some time, but the wildcats had come to understand why such measures had to be taken to keep them safe. Noah had explained to them some of the harsh consequences that the law doled out in the Outside and how they were keeping them here so they could live out their lives in peace. It had made it clear that they were granting them a merciful existence, rather than a punishing one.
He walked into the small cabin and locked the door behind him. He opened the second door with the key and entered the living room and kitchen area.
Stacey and Julia were there, curled up on the couch with their heads buried in a book. They smiled when he came inside.
“How is everyone today, my pretty wildcats?”
“We’re doing well. We all worked out together this morning, which was fun,” Julia replied with a grin.
“That’s great! Where’s Becky?” he asked, not seeing the blonde woman in the immediate area.
“She’s in the bedroom. She wanted to talk to you actually,” Stacey said, her eyes strangely hard.
“Sure. I’ll head in there now. You girls need food or anything?”
“We’d kill for a bottle of wine, if you’re offering,” Julia giggled and he smiled.
“I’ll see what I can do. Any naughtiness though and I won’t hesitate to spank your bottoms,” he threatened and she smirked back at him.
“We’ll be good,” she replied happily, all while rolling her eyes at him.
“Sure ya will. I’ll make sure to double lock the door tonight then,” he chuckled as she stuck her tongue out at him.
Shaking his head, he headed down the hall to see the bedroom door closed. He knocked, before slowly opening the door. When he saw her, he stopped in his tracks, not quite believing what he was seeing. Becky had her hair tucked away in a long braid down her back and she was completely naked. She was kneeling on the floor, sitting back on her heels with her palms up, hands resting on her thighs. Eyes on the floor, she was the picture of a perfect, submissive pet. Narrowing his own gaze in suspicion, he knelt down and lifted her chin with a single finger.
“What is this?”
“Sir, I’ve missed you,” she purred, nuzzling her cheek against his open palm.
“We’ve released you from service, Becky, you don’t have to do this,” he said, still confused but keeping his cool confident demeanor. He couldn’t alert her to his indecision.
“Take me back, please. I want to be your kitten again, Master Zack,” she pleaded, still keeping her eyes firmly facing the floor.
“Look at me, Becky. This isn’t like you and you know it. You have never taken well to the kitten lifestyle.”
“Please, sir, I want another chance,” she begged and she lifted her eyes to meet his.
He studied her intensely and dragged his thumbs across the curves of her cheeks, looking for a waver or a sign that she was lying, but found none. Even through his ability to feel her emotions, he felt nothing but her need and desire to please him. Still, he felt suspicious of her.
“You truly feel this way, Becky? You want to be a kitten again?”
“I think I’m ready, sir,” she replied softly. “Please give me another chance.”
Zack reached down and unclipped a spare leash from his belt. He looped it around her neck and clipped it shut, watching her closely for any measure of the fight she’d shown previously. He saw none. What had changed within her? Why now?
He stood and gently jerked the leash forward.
“Crawl, little kitten. Let’s go visit Master Noah and see how he feels about this change in your demeanor now, huh?”
“Yes, Master Zack. Whatever you wish,” she replied, her tone still calm and submissive.
She crawled down the hall on his leash, past Julia and Stacey and waited at the door for him. He met Julia’s disapproving eyes, noting that Stacey refused to even look their way. They were angry with Becky; that much was clear. They probably felt like she was abandoning them and he could see where they were coming from.
“I’ll get you girls a bottle of red for tonight. Does that sound okay?”
“Yes. That would be perfect. Thanks, Zack,” Julia replied, her tone carefully leveled to not show what she was thinking. Zack didn’t have to touch her though to know just how angry she was. Julia was untamable in the most literal sense. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and answered to no one. It was even dangerous to keep her among the ranks of the other pets, because she tended to cause issues and even bigger problems among the dependable females. He remembered one instance in which a group of ten girls, including Julia, had to be punished to set an example among their pets. She’d been the ringleader all along, so Noah and Zack decided it was best that they kept her as a wildcat, rather than anything else.
Stacey had tried to escape more than once and the brothers kept her locked within the wildcat enclosure for safe keeping, so that she wouldn’t be captured and sent to the Outside one day.
Becky was also a difficult case. She wasn’t quite trustworthy and hadn’t taken naturally to the submissive roles that they demanded of her. Some days she did very well, but others she didn’t. She had a natural kitten aptitude, a certain measure of sassiness and sweetness that he had enjoyed. They’d taken her to market one day and she’d acted out in public and an officer had seen the offense. As a result, Noah forced himself to discipline her at the punishment block, much more harshly than he would have done back home. Becky had taken the chastisement to heart and flinched every time Noah had come around her since. She hadn’t been the same since that incident.
After her public discipline, she had more bad days than good days and the b
rothers had decided to remove her from service, knowing that she shouldn’t be sold to anyone else. They had allowed her to live in the wildcat enclosure in peace instead. She had seemed overjoyed for a long time at the decision and her sudden change of heart surprised him.
It also made him inherently suspicious, despite his ability to read her.
With a slight nod, he unlocked the door and led Becky into the entryway. The double door locking system was an added security measure, ensuring the women could not escape. He locked the first door and then the next, bringing her outside with him. He turned and bolted the final padlock before heading back in the direction of the main house.
Becky crawled quietly behind him.
“Pizza’s here, brother. Come get it while it’s hot. I’ll retrieve our new charge,” Noah whispered to him.
“I’d wait on that. We’ve got a situation to deal with first,” Zack growled. “I’m coming inside now.”
No more than thirty seconds later, he burst into the living area with Becky in tow. Noah looked up from his files and the look on his face was priceless.
“What the hell is that wildcat doing out of her cage?” Noah said, his eyes narrowing darkly.
“Seems she’s reconsidered and wants a second chance to be a pet,” Zack replied. “She isn’t lying either, from what I can tell.”
Noah regarded Becky with a cold and hard stare. Zack could see him considering her from afar and wondered what Noah would think of this entire weird situation.
“Come here, pet. Crawl to me,” Noah commanded, his voice low and suspicious.
Zack dropped the leash to the floor, allowing her freedom to follow Noah’s orders. He admired the curves of her buttocks and her thighs as she crawled away from him, yet he couldn’t get the image of his pretty Isabella out of his mind. Shaking his head, he admonished himself for already falling for their new purchase. He couldn’t have that.
Becky made her way over to Noah and he reached out to touch her. Zack knew he was reading her for himself and was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t flinch under him.
