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A new Pet, for a Pet. ( freckled_beauty x Wolfy )

Nanet thought for a moment going back to the tray on her bed and grabbed the cup of hot soup, and then the key to the cage and her hand cuffs. She unlocked the cage and reached in grabbing her arm and pulled Chelsea towards Nanet. She undid the hand cuffs first and then the muzzle.

"It's vegetable soup." She said and watched tilting her head to the side and leaned in kissing her gently then pulled away.
 
Chelsea let out epp at the kiss, not getting the chance to push the forward woman away. Carefully she pulled her leg up and sat it across her knee - a light hiss escaping her lips at the pain.
Chelsea shook her head shocked at her own reaction, but before she could think to much about that her stomach let out another violent growl and she took the cup soup in her hands greedily.
 
Nanet turned to grab the first aid kid and opened it. She moved around the things in the kit and then grabbed the gauze and some antiseptic to put on the wound. Nanet watched as Chelsea drank the soup greedily.

"You have a name?" She asked sitting infront of the cage once more and grabbed her ankle changing the dressing on it and placed the antiseptic to help it heal. Nanet looked up at her then back down at her foot.
 
Chelsea looked at Nanet wearily, biting her lip before replying. "Chelsea." she muttered, and cleared her throat. It felt funny. Her hands moved up and scratched her ears, feeling oddly calmed by the sensation, before removing her earrings and pocketing them. She wasn't sure why but they bothered her increasingly sensitive ears.

What Chelsea wasn't aware of was that her body was reacting to the drugs she'd been injected with last night, prepping her body for some pretty interesting changes in the coming days -- and, well if she thought the idea of her being a pet to Nanet was weird now, well it wouldn't be that long before it got a lot stranger.

"Put a damn muzzle on me then lock me in a cage, now your cleaning my wounds and bringing me food?" She asked, watching the feline carefully.
 
"If I didn't keep you muzzled I'd never hear the end of you whining." She said and looked up taking her earrings and placed them in her own pocket. "I don't like the smell of blood. It drives me crazy." She said shifting her weight and watched her.

"We're going to go for a walk." She said smirking her ears standing in excitement. Janet turned away going to a draw and pulled out a simple black leash and walked back over to Chelsea and placed it on to her collar and then smiled. "You're cute."
 
Chelsea let out a weird angry growl, quickly unhooking the leash and tossing it back at Nanet. "I can think of something that's driving me crazy." she muttered, bright blue eyes glaring at her. "We" she said slowly. "We aren't going anywhere, and sure as hell not while I'm tied to a damn leash." she crossed her arms and let out a very smug "Hmph." She was infuriated by how excited this girl was behaving over this.
 
Nanet growled angrily her hand coming across Chelsea's with a loud smack. "I'm your mistress. You'll do as I say!" She growled grabbing her by her hair and pulled her to her. She raised her hand again but stopped millimeters short of Chelsea's cheek and turned to look at her door as it opened and her master walked in. Her ears laid flat to her head and the color drained from her cheeks some.

"Nanet. What are you doing?" He asked his tone cold though it held no malice. His eyes fell to Chelsea.

"M..master. She wasn't listening, and-"

"You hit her?" His tone shifted just the slightest to anger. Nanet nodded and frowned falling to the floor when his hand came across her cheek far harder than what her pet felt. He then brought his shoe down on to her tail. Janet screamed when he twisted his foot on her tail. "Do not harm her. Understand?" He asked moving his foot.

"YES! Yes Master." She cried pulling her tail close to her and stroked feeling a year roll down her cheek. He nodded grabbing the leash and clipped it to Chelsea's collar and then pulled a ball gag from his pocket and placed it on her. He grabbed the leash tugging hard on it forcing Chelsea to her hands and knees then placed the leash into Nanet's hands.

She looked up at him her ears perked up and he scratched them. He then left the room.
 
Chelsea's head snapped to the side and she yelped in pain, only pausing in fear when the door opened, scurrying behind Nanet, who looked far more scared than Chelsea was at the moment.

When she watched him slap her across the face, despite how she'd been treated her heart lept in pain for the feline - although for the life of her she didn't know why he cared.

She let out a yelp of surprise and started to protest as the man pulled her to him, but she was silenced when the gag was locked around her head again, making her heart fall.

Chelsea sat, tugging and pulling at the cruel gag in between her lips, whining at it's presence, not even looking at Nanet now.
 
Nanet glared at Chelsea who was whining once again. She said nothing as she pulled herself to her get and wiped her eyes.

"Come on. We're still going for a walk. There's a lot you have to learn." She said holding the leash tight and pulled Chelsea along and out the door. The hall they walked was dark and then they came to the end of the hall and they where on the second floor of the house. It was a large mansion but had few rooms for guest.
 
Chelsea mmph'd in protest as she was yanked along, trying to fight the woman, but she'd forgotten how much stronger Nanet was than herself. As rug burn threatened her heels, she finally rose to her feet, and walked begrudgingly behind Nanet, crossing her arms over her chest. She winced in pain with every step she took, mumbling weakly into her gag.

As they passed a line of mirrors, Chelsea's cheeks flamed up at the site of herself like this, feeling her pride being pierced by such treatment. She lowered her head a little as followed Nanet's path.
 
Nanet caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. "If it hurts to much you should crawl." She said and then continued walking. Nanet walked down the steps to the main floor stopping after a few steps to make sure Chelsea did not fall an hurt her self. He tail swayed with patients until they reached the bottom steps.
 
Chelsea let out a gurgled reply through her ball gag, shaking her head violently trying to dislodge the device. The large red rubber ball nestled behind her teeth stretched new pet's mouth open wide'. It was unfamiliar, unwanted, and uncomfortable. Much as she tried to fight it, by the time the two of them had reached the bottom of the stairs, Chelsea had opted to get on her hands and knees to the continue the journey, sighing as her weight was taken off her hurting ankle.

She kept her head down as they walked along the unfamiliar rooms, following Nanet's lead by soft and -if Chelsea fell behind- sometimes impatient, tugs, only pausing when she caught a look at herself in the mirror, her naked body, collared, gagged, and tagged, being lead around like a dog.
 
Nanet stopped once they arrived to another door. As they walked through the house some maids and staff stopped their work to stare for a moment. Nanet had grown use to their leering eyes. She had ears and a tail how could they not stare. Her tail swayed once they got to a door she opened it and led her inside to a room. It was small and had a wll of mirrors. It was Nanet's closet. It had tons of clothes in it. Many fancy some simple others costumes.

"Stand on that pedestal!" She order shutting the door behind her and walked over to a wall grabbing a measuring tape off of the wall.
 
Chelsea glared at the woman, mouthing gurgled obscenity at her through the gag, whining and yelping. She blushed brightly hating being shown off like this to the other denizens of the household, she tried to pull helplessly against Nanet, only to be jerked back along again.

Letting out an umph and falling back down as Nanet pushed her inside the closet and flicked on the light she let out a gasp of amazement looking up. The room was small, but felt huge inside, loaded with racks and racks of clothing and outfits, some that made Chelsea blush just looking at them. Not having long to soak it in she nearly jumped out of her skin when her Mistress spoke again, quickly heading over to the small levitated area in the back, surrounded my mirrors on three sides.

Chelsea saw Nanet come at her with the tape measure, squirming as the woman pressed it against her skin trying to get her correct measurements.
 
Nanet took her measurements then went and brought back a few outfits. Her personal favorites. She smiled at them looked up at Chelsea and smirked deviously. "Which ones do you like?" She asked. Nanet had an idea. If she couldn't physically break Chelsea she would do it mentally. To Nanet this was going to be fun.

She would degrade the girl make sure she knew that she belonged to Nanet. Nanet would be in heat soon and she would get to do whatever she please to the girl.

(Am I doin a good job so far?)
 
Chelsea blushed at the sight of the skimpy and slutty outfits, but glared daggers at the feline. She wanted to knock that smug, smirk right off the cat's face.
(mmhmmmhm) Reaching down she tore off one of the outfits and threw it at her, then another, and another. She reached for a pair of pin heels and tossed them, then a pair of boots. Boxes, clothing hangers, hat boxes, anything she could get her hands on.
 
She stood still for a second as the clothes where thrown into her face. She watched and then quickly moved to her side grabbing her collar pulled her back roughly just as she was about to touch a red dress. "You will never touch that! Ever!" She screamed still holding on to her collar. Nanet looked around "Look at the mess you've made. I tried to be nice but your an ungrateful little slut." She reached down tearing off the black panties. She pushed her to the floor.

"Now pick up the clothes!" She demanded her hand going to her hip her ears standing in attention and her eyes trained on Chelsea.
 
"Pick up your own damn outfits." Chelsea tried to mutter under the muzzle, but only a low growl coming out at Nanet. The girl sat on the floor and pulled her knees up to her muzzled chin, hugging herself tightly. Her ears burned at the words slut and ungrateful, and she burrowed her face in her arms ignoring the woman.
 
Her eyes narrowed "Fine then." She grabbed Chelsea by her hair and dragged her to the door. She took the leash she had left on the floor and tied it around her wrist then placed the loop on a hook. No matter how much she struggled against the knots she wouldn't be able to get free. Her pet would have to work to keep her self from slumping.

She then turned away and picked up the clothes holding them in the air examining them. Nanet placed them in the same spots they once where. "You'll earn everything from now on." She said running her hand over hair and scratched her ear. She lifted her wrist and pulled her along not caring if her ankle was hurting her or not.
 
Despite everything Chelsea's automatic reaction to having her ear scratched was a soft purr rising from her throat, and her eyes closed contently until the woman pulled away, leaving the girl slightly dazed and confused for a moment. As she was yanked away rudely pulling her out of the blissful state, she could only manage grunts and squeals not able to put up much of a fight in her condition.

A series of hidden camera's watched the pair as they went about the morning ritual, a slow grin spreading along his face as he put together another dosage of Chelsea's drugs and sat them aside one by one before scribbling notes on both her's and Nanet's charts.

"Good girls." he muttered smirking to himself, watching the pair of them closely. He sighed to himself though, Nanet was being slightly less cleaver than he'd anticipated about breaking her new pet, not expecting her to take so long with trying to embarrassed and degrade the new girl. Maybe he'd have to do something to... encourage his pet a little... hm.... He thought about this, tapping his pen lightly. Still it wouldn't matter, once Nanet was in heat she wouldn't be able to control herself around Chelsea, and the little blond would learn her place soon enough.
 
As the two left the room Nanet brought her outside near the small pond that was on the property. She pushed Chelsea down under the tree and watched her for a few moments before straddling her lap and changing her collar with the pink one. Her ears perked up and she smiled.
"That one is much more fitting,"She said and licked her cheek.


((I am so sorry for such the long wait))
 
(So'k had holidays and such also been kinda sick during the last bit anywho. ^^;;)

Chelsea shook her head and tried to scream, only whimpered mews escaping her muzzle. She looked up at her Mistress with agonizingly frustrated eyes at her helplessness -- even if she could get the feline off her, she'd never have the ability to outrun her. Still, almost comically she tried to push Nanet off her, shove her, barely able to move the feline. Something was wrong and Chelsea could feel it, she wasn't the strongest girl, but she certainly should have been able to put up more of a fight. What was going on?

Frustrated tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she gazed up helplessly at Nanet, while tugging at the collar much as she did with the old one. She shook her head. No it wasn't fitting, she shouldn't have a collar. She shouldn't have a Mistress, she shouldn't have been here at all!
 
Nanet smiled kissing her cheek and scratched her ears again. "You like that huh?" She mused removing her hair and kissed her again. Her tail swayed softly brushing against her thigh.

"I think you look beautiful like this, even if you disagree." She giggled
 
Chelsea continued to purr, her eyelids dropping closed as she leaned contently into the touch, completely mesmerized by Nanet's scratching, her new feline genetics completely overriding everything else as she twisted about in the grass underneath the girl, desperate for more. Once again the moment her hand fell away, Chelsea stood still, as if dazed for a few moments while her body adjusted to the lack of stimulation.

Eventually she came to, looking up at Nanet, face blushing red at her behavior. Oh god, she was actually becoming like a pet, like a kitten for Nanet, a slight shudder ran through the small girls frame as she thought about what this might mean for her in the future.
 
Nanet titled her head to the side and frowned as she purred. It was no longer a mystery as to why master didn't Chelsea hurt she was his new experiment. She reached around Chelsea's head and unhooked the gag. She didn't give Chelsea a chance to speak.

Her lips crashed down on top of hers and she began to kiss her.
 
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