Chelsea panted on the floor as the shocks suddenly stopped, she let out a raspy cry of anguish, eyes wet with tears. "You know this could have went very smoothly you little welp, if you'd just fucking played nice. However since you want to act like a little bitch, maybe that's just what you deserve. Later, when you've earned your way back into my good graces I'll let Caitlyn play with you a bit more." She growled, yanking Chelsea up by her hair and forcing her down into the dungeon for a little initiation into her new status. Much screaming and struggling latter, the poor blond found herself locked into a shiny black PVC bodysuit, a poodle tail butt-plug wedged firmly into her rectum, last but not least, a black muzzle fitted securely over her mouth and chin. The aforementioned hole, her groin and nipples and eyes being the only bits of flesh not covered by the suit. Every bit of her luscious blond curls were stuffed under the unforgiving outfit, and a pair of hard, plastic poodle ears topped her head. Her cage offered her clear views of several mirrors, so no matter what direction she turned, Chelsea would be reminded exactly how helpless she was here, and that the woman had complete and total control over her.
As the hours passed and Chelsea realized she wasn't going to be released soon, the poor girl curled up in her tiny cage and cried, and cried, until she thought she couldn't cry anymore, her heart breaking at what had happened to her. She wanted her home, her bed, her parents. Even her annoying bitch of a rival at school.