I nearly gagged right then, but I forced my body to settle down.
"Oh, you're going to be a good girl. I can tell that you're going to make an excellent little kitty. You have that adorable tongue," he said.
No, he couldn't be serious. After this, he couldn't believe that I was still going to end up as some kind of human animal, did he? Frankly, I didn't care about those other girls out behind those windows. Instead, I just needed to make sure that he wouldn't allow me to be stripped and placed on display.
Then he grabbed onto my hair, and he pulled, taking me all the way away from his shaft. I didn't understand why he stopped.
"Get back on the bench," he commanded.
"Yes, Master," I answered, sounding oh-so-dutiful.
"I had no idea you would be so naturally submissive," he said to me. I locked my teeth together, hiding my real thoughts. If that's what he wants to believe, then fine.
He came up behind me, his erection ready. He stroked my ass, and I could tell that he was inspecting me again, admiring me. "Yes, I can tell that you're going to make a very good little cat. I can already see you chasing red dots and playing with balls of yarn. You’ll look so cute, licking up your milk from a bowl."
What could I do? How could I convince him that I wasn't suited to be a pet?
Before I could say a word, he grabbed onto my hair again, he pulled, and he shoved forward, sliding into my waiting opening. I was already hot and wet. I hadn't been lying about how responsive I could be. After just a few seconds of stroking and caressing me, my body was ready.
Only I was in control here. He wasn't feeling grateful.
When he filled me up, a gasp escaped my lips. I couldn't help it.
This started out as my attempt to control this man, but I had lost all power over him. Now he held me, and he plowed into me, thrusting his erection deep into my body. He pummeled me, pumping harder and faster by the second.
I worked to hold my body off. I didn't want to climax. I didn't want to enjoy this. If I did, then it seemed to be a silent acknowledgment of the fact that he really could control my body. He really could be my Master.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
Those revealing thoughts coalesced through my pretty head as he took me. He claimed me, thrusting and pumping. Every little bit of friction sent waves of anticipation through my body. I didn't want to react like this. I didn't want to respond, but then he pulled on my hair again, and I couldn't help myself. I came. I came so hard. He finished with me only seconds later, pulsating and pumping.
When he was done, he wiped his cock off on one of my buttocks.
"One of the girls will be by to give you a bath. Then I'll start your training," he promised, petting my head one more time.
Then he left me alone in that room. The door closed, and I heard the mechanical click of the lock, not that I could care.
Damn it. I failed.
Disappointment burned at my core. I could feel it, and I could taste it.
I wasn't used to failing. I wasn't used to someone being able to control me. Even iat the photo shoots, I would usually storm off before anyone could try to fire me. By the time I was back in my car, I would always tell myself that I was too good for them anyway. More importantly, I would believe it.
Now, this man showed me what helplessness meant. I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all. Even if that orgasm had been wonderful, I couldn't accept what was going on.
The door opened a few minutes later, and there she was again, Jessica.
"Look, if you help me get out of here, I'm sure there's something I can do for you," I said, getting back up on my feet.
"Oliver has informed me that you're going to be trained as a kitty. I'm going to switch out your collar, and I'm going to give you ears and a tail." As Jessica walked into that small chamber, she carried a leather bag.
"I don't want to be a cat," I said. Right then, I didn't even care if I came off like some petulant child. "I'm not an animal. I'm not a pet!"
"That's where you're wrong,” Jessica said. "And you know, if you argue too much, you will be punished. In fact, you probably need another taste."
"No, wait!"
But it was too late. Her hand had already lifted into the air, she snapped her fingers. The metal collar around my neck recognized that sound, and it delivered another painful jolt. Fortunately, I was already on the bench on my side. I didn't fall down.
"Stephanie, come here. Hands behind your back."
Humiliated, I crawled off of the bench, and I assumed the required position at her feet. She looked down at me, and she smirked. Did she know what I had already done with Oliver? Did she think I was some stupid girl for throwing myself at him?
I tried to tell myself I didn't care about what she had to say.
Only then, she reached into the bag, and she pulled out another collar. This one may have been smaller, but I had large bells hanging from it on my left and right and in front. "Head down," Jessica commanded.
I dipped my body forward, aiming my face toward the floor. And just like that, she looped a second collar around my neck. She didn't need to bother with a lock, not when my hands were already useless.
"Now it's time for the ears," she said. She grabbed my hair and forced me back into a sitting position. She took out a headband with little kitty ears on it. "You know, there are surgical options. Right now, you should be grateful that it's only headband."
I only barely registered her words.
She slid the headband into place. It was black with little triangles for ears.
But it was the last item she retrieved from her bag that made me shiver. I started shaking my head. Before I could even articulate a single complaint, she had her hand in the air, her fingers ready to snap.
"Do I need to punish you? Do I need to give you another incentive to behave?"
"No!" I just called up that word.
Jessica pulled out the next item, and it made my eyes go wide. For several seconds, I couldn't even think of what she was holding. Most of it was obvious, a tail, but there was a metallic and bulbous area on one side.
Jessica took out a bottle, she squirted something clear onto her palm, and then she rubbed it over that bulbous head. "Turn around," she said.
"What, what is that?"
"You're a smart girl, you tell me."
Because she might shock me if I didn't, I gave her my guess. "It's a kitty tail butt plug, isn't it?” Those were words I never expected to say.
"That's right," she said, smiling at me. "And you're going to wear it like a good girl. You don't get a choice in the matter, Stephanie."
I backed away, still down on my haunches.
"Get down on all fours."
Could I do it? Could I cooperate with her? Every fiber of my being screened out at me to stop this. And yet, I couldn't. She wasn't going to listen to me. Worse, she could literally punish me with the flick of her fingers.
Understanding this, I dropped down onto my elbows and knees. I felt so vulnerable and exposed. She came up behind me, the butt plug dangling from her grip.
"Are you ready?"
"You don't have to do this," I said to her.
"No, this isn't a question about what has to be done. It's a question of what should be done," she replied, making it sound so simple. She squirted some lubricant onto the bulbous head about butt plug, she smeared it on, and then she touched her fingers to my ass, parting my cheeks.
"This is going in one way or another," Jessica promised. If you struggle, it's just going to be that much more uncomfortable."
I had never done anything like this before. In high school, I might make out with the occasional guy, but we never fooled around like this. If any of them even dared suggest the possibility of anal sex, I would have slapped them.
Jessica didn't need to worry about that. She was confident in the fact that I was collared. I started shaking my head, which only had the humiliating effect of making the bells on my second collar jingle and j
angle merrily.
Humiliation burned along my skin, heating my cheeks.
Then I felt the cold metal slide between my buttocks. She pushed it, and I clenched down instinctively. "Relax," she commanded. For once, she wouldn't be able to snap her fingers. And yet, that threat still buzzed at the back of my brain.
With a hiss of frustration, I forced my body to relax. My muscles unclenched, and she forced the tip of the plug deeper and deeper inside of me. Then I clenched down again, only the tail remained, sticking out like it was a natural part of me.
Jessica stepped back, and she giggled. "Okay, little kitty girl. Let's see you scurry around for me."
Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to move. Knowing what I had on, knowing what they had done to me, it all seemed like too much. My body shut down, and I couldn't play along anymore. I could tolerate this. I just couldn't!
Jessica wouldn't be so sympathetic. She clicked her tongue with disappointment. "Don't be a bad girl. Come on, kitty. Show me what you can do. Start crawling."
Crawling. I couldn't imagine anything more degrading. I wasn't an animal. I wasn't some pet to be used or put on display. I shouldn't have been forced to do any kind of trick. But that's exactly what she wanted from me. By dictating my actions, she would be able to seize another kind of precious control over my body.
She snapped her fingers.
Jessica did it without any kind of announcement or warning. At one moment, I was braced, trying to find the willpower to obey or disobey, only then the collar picked up on the sound of snapping fingers, so it punished me.
A jolt of hot electricity snapped through my skin, catching me unaware. It stung like a bitch, making my eyes water. Hissing between my teeth, I had to move. I turned around, and I lifted my gaze, staring back up at Jessica.
"You didn't have to do that," I told her.
Jessica crouched down once again. This time, there weren't any bars between us, but I still felt small and helpless. I was crouched down, naked, collared, with those stupid little kitty ears pointing out the top of my head and the cat tail running from my backside.
"Kitties don't get to complain," she said, patting me on the head. She grabbed me by my leash, and she started walking.
"Where are we going?" I demanded. Reluctantly, I crawled after her, knowing that I didn't have any choice. It was either obey or face the consequences. I didn't want to get another shot of electricity, so I did what I thought would satisfy her.
As I crawled after her, I kept telling myself that I was going to be able to get out of this. At some point, someone here would make a mistake. If I couldn't manipulate my way from this place, then I would find some other solution.
With my breasts dangling, I refused to accept the possibility that I might be here for any length of time.
"First, I'm going to feed you. Then we are going to have a simple lesson before I take you back to your kitty bed."
Jessica walked me to another set of doors. She opened them, and I found myself looking into one of those large chambers. Artificial turf lined the floor, and there were giant lights overhead. When we entered this enormous space, it actually felt genuine, like it was real sunlight.
"Come on," she said, hugging one of the walls. She walked me to the far corner, and I saw several stands covered in various bowls. There was a hose and something that looked like a refrigerator.
"Water or cream?"
"Whatever," I said.
With one of those cruel smirks skirting her lips, Jessica retrieved one of the bowls. She filled it with the hose, and she carried over to me, setting it down. "Don't move. If you demonstrate a tendency to wander, I'm going to have to lock your collar up onto one of the hooks." I glanced over to the wall, and I spotted one of them. Little rings adorned the sides of the room, each one perfectly set to take a leash.
Of course, I wanted to tell myself that I could probably unhook the leash from my collar, but I wasn't certain, and I didn't want to test it. If there was a weakness here, I wouldn't reveal it to my captors.
It might come in handy later.
"Start drinking," she said.
Obviously, she wanted to treat me like a cat, so the bowl was down on the ground. I didn't even consider picking it up, not knowing that doing so would result in punishment. But because I was thirsty and I told myself I needed to maintain my strength, I bowed my head down, and I pressed my lips to the surface of the water, sipping quietly.
A jolt of electricity hit my body; jerking back, I growled at her. "What the hell was that for?"
Jessica's hand was still up in the air. She had snapped her fingers. "Do kitties sip? Is that what they do?"
I didn't understand what the hell she was talking about.
She reached down, grabbing my hair and pulling. Another hiss of pain escaped my lips, but I wasn't going to beg her for some easy answer. "No, felines don't sip. They lap up their drinks. So that's what you're going to do. Show me you can do it."
Except she didn't just release my hair. She crouched down, and she forced my face toward the surface of the water. At first, she used too much force, so my nose and mouth splashed down.
"Start drinking, little kitty. Show me you can do it. Show me you can be a good little cat."
Now I wasn't going to do it! No, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction!
Only she used her free hand, and she snapped her fingers. Electricity jumped through my body, lighting up the pain receptors all over my skin. I hated the shocks!
"Do it," she said, her voice hardening.
Even though I thought I was better than this, I started to lap at the water with the flat of my tongue. I hated surrendering to this girl, but what other choice did I have? What else could I do?
"There is a good little kitty," she said, clearly happy with my performance. "Yes, you like doing that, don't you? Of course, you do. You can't help yourself. That's how good little kiddies like to drink." Some of the droplets dribbled down my chin, but I kept going.
Jessica finally released my hair, and she got up, walking over toward the stands of kitty equipment. She picked up another bowl, only this one she didn't fill with water. No, she had something worse planned.
She filled it with some kind of dry cat food. I watched, hoping that it was nothing but cereal.
The universe wasn't going to be that nice to me. Neither was Jessica.
After she finished pouring the food out into the bowl, she settled down right in front of me, next to the bowl of water.
"Go ahead. Start eating."
I shook my head. I didn't say anything else, but my eyes narrowed with frustration. I wasn't about to do that. I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction.
"You really need another punishment? Is that what you need, little kitty?"
"I'm not a cat!"
"Actually, you are," she said, tugging on my tail. Not only that, she scratched her fingernails down into the nape of my neck. She patted my head, and she tweaked my little kitty ears.
I hated that. I hated it every single time she touched me.
"That's right. You’re a sweet little kitty cat, and you're going to do whatever you're told. You can't help yourself." I showed her my teeth, but this girl wasn't intimidated. No, she just laughed, watching as I struggled with my own helplessness.
"Such a silly little cat. Such a silly animal. Don't worry. You're going to learn." As those words echoed in my head, she lifted her hand, and she snapped her fingers. In that millisecond before the pain shot through me, I tried to build up some kind of defense. I wanted to believe that I could brace myself, that this wouldn't really affect me.
The pain stabbed into me, nearly knocking me down. Then I felt her hand on the back of my head again. She forced my face toward the kitty food. "Eat," she commanded.
With a sigh of frustration, I didn't see any other choice. I opened my mouth, and I bit down, taking some of the dry cat food between my teeth. I started eating, chewing and swallowing like a good cat.
"There
you go. Yes, you like that, don't you? You told me you were a hungry. This way, you'll have lots to eat. Yes, there is a good girl. Keep eating," she said, patting her hand against my ass.
Mortified, I wanted to figure out some way to make this stop.
From one bite into the next, I kept my head down. Jessica released her grip from the nape of my neck, but she hovered above me, making sure that I continued to eat. "There something you need to understand, Stephanie. As long as you have that shock collar around your neck, you're going to do whatever you're told. You can try to convince yourself that you aren't an animal now, but you are. You belong here. I looked at your file. We did lots of studies and background checks on you. You were never going to get a career as a model. People are going to watch you, just not in the way you assumed."
Narrowing my eyes, I refused to believe her.
"I'm not a cat. I'm not an animal!"
She snickered at me, enjoying the sounds of my defiance. I took another bite, and I swallowed.
Then I slid away from the bowl. "I don't need any more."
"Considering that you are the pet and I'm training you right now, your opinion really doesn't matter. Eat." Again, she demonstrated her unwillingness to argue with me. She snapped her fingers, jolting me again.
I hated that shock collar! I hated it so much! And yes, it forced my obedience.
I ate another bite. Then another and another. I swallowed down all of that food. It was dry and chunky. I didn't like the way that little bit stuck to my teeth. But it should satisfy her. And just as I finished off the bowl, Jessica crouched to down once again. Instead of punishing me, she ran her fingers along the top of my head. She had the gall to scratch me behind my ear.
"There's a good girl. Yes, there's a very good little kitty. Now, I bet you're eager to play some games. Your trainer will be here in just a few minutes."
Then Jessica left me.
Mostly out of boredom, I lifted my head, and I looked out to the rest of the chamber. There were a couple of other human kiddies about. Of course, those girls had been leashed to the wall.
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