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| Topic Started: Sun Sep 26, 2010 3:04 am (4,492 Views) | |
| Rimmon Mikayles | Sun Sep 26, 2010 3:04 am Post #1 |
 
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If there was one thing she never expected to happen -again- it was certainly this. Something had trapped her the previous day. It wasn't like any other trap she'd experienced. Perhaps it was made specifically for demons, because no matter what she tried doing, it didn't work. She still had no idea why somebody wanted her caught. Maybe somebody would be kind enough to help her train and be able to protect herself better. Maybe not. It didn't seem like they wanted to be kind to her. At least they let her keep her backpack. It only had her dagger in it, which she had sheathed carefully so that it wouldn't rip her backpack to pieces. Her clothing still looked raggy. Nobody was about to give her clean clothing. She woke up here, in this dark place. The energies in this place seemed familiar. It was almost as though she'd been here before, but it was definitely different. It had a different atmosphere altogether, yet it reminded her of another place made of caves. She opened her eyes wider, letting her eyes adjust to her current environment. It was then that she noticed she was trapped inside some sort of cage, as though someone expected her to attempt escape. She certainly did not want to be here, considering she didn't even know how she got here. She heard voices... in a familiar language... not one she understood, but she had heard it before. She looked around more, lifting a hand to one of the bars, just to see how thick it was. Her six year old body looked tiny compared to the cage. When she turned around, she noticed other cages with other creatures in them... except, those creatures appeared to be Drow... The demon child tried standing, but the cage was much too short for her to do that. She grabbed the bars, trying to shake them, or move them apart. Of course, they didn't budge, but her heart beat was rising with her anticipation. She wanted to know what was going on, but from previous experiences, she knew that it was better to just be quiet for now. |
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| Wethrin | Sun Sep 26, 2010 3:58 am Post #2 |
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Wethrin had done well with his latest experiments and had found himself with a bit of extra cash. He wandered through the slave district to a place he liked. He was in good rich purple robes and had brought a collar with him to take his slave home as soon as he found one. They captured unique creatures he couldn’t find elsewhere. There were many different cages around, but he just couldn’t find one he liked. He needed someone young right now. He continued to look through the cages and was about to ask for help when he heard a cage rattle. He looked about and it turned about and there was a small child who looked perfect. There was something about her. Maybe it was the look, but he would find out latter when he got her home. He marched over to the cage looking her over, as one would look as a disposable item. “Hmm… yes I think you will do nicely” He called out loudly for the owner who came pleased to see him. “I want this one for my experiments. Get this collar on her and how long since she arrived?” The man hastily took the collar and opened a hatch he could stick his arms in to, but she couldn’t easily come out of. He then would try to attach the collar to her and would strike her if she resisted. He would strike her if she resisted. “Of course sir she just came in. She is worth a good deal from what the analysis said when we brought her in.” Wethrin handed over the money and took the key to the cage door. A fresh one how lucky. Turning to the girl once the collar was on he explained things to her. “You are now my property little one. That collar enforces all my orders with pain. You cannot harm or escape from me while it is on without feeling paralyzing pain. The collar adjusts if you get used to or resistant to it so don’t hold any hope. You cannot try to remove this collar without the same pain. Now I am going to open the door and you will follow me home. Be quick about it or pain is all you will know for some time.” He then opened the door having the girl follow him as fast as she could. If she fell behind she felt pain and was forced to keep going regardless. It was probably a hard pace for the girl, but they arrived at a nice home where he took her upstairs to a small cell. It was large enough to walk around, but nothing but a bit of old hay was on the floor for comfort. It was his secondary cell, but he wouldn’t put her with his other two pets yet. She would be helping him with experiments in his secondary lab up here. Plus if she was good he would use her for errands, but only if she was a good little thing. |
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| Rimmon Mikayles | Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:18 am Post #3 |
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This was even worse than what the other Drow did to her. The man indeed had to strike her a few times before she gave up. At first, she thought, it was just a collar. However, once it was on, another man described to her what it was. Her dark eyes glared at him. How dare somebody trick her into this. She never wanted this. She fully understood him when he explained how the collar would inflict pain, but she couldn't help but be curious about how painful it would really be. She quickly got out of the cage, glad to be out of there. She wanted to stretch her muscles out really badly, but with him walking away already, she kept pace with him, having to speedwalk to keep up. She didn't say a word until they reached a set of stairs. "What do you want with me?" the child asked, standing still as he kept walking up. Then it hit her. Like a speeding train being derailed, she felt the pain explode across her body, making her shake in agony. She couldn't help but cry out when the pain didn't stop. If she got too far behind, there was pain, as she was warned. She forced herself to keep moving up the stairs, but it was a slow task. She'd never felt this much pain in her life. Somehow, she managed to make it to the top of the stairs and follow him into some strange room. She sat down on the floor near him, biting her tongue to hold back tears. She asked again, "What do you want with me?" this time louder. She tucked her knees up against her, and hugged her legs tightly. |
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| Wethrin | Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:37 am Post #4 |
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Wethrin paused as he considered the question. The girl had probably understood the results of disobedience for now. “What I want it simple. You are my slave, experimental subject and assistant for some experiments I do here. You will do what I say when I say it without question. You will be told all you need to know at particular time. If you are good you will be rewarded with better treatment. You see I like willing slaves, but don’t think that means you will ever be anything more than a slave. Now let us have a little test to see if you understand. Now I want you to remove all your clothes and things and toss them away behind me, then sit on that floor and meow like a Cat until I say stop.” He watched for her to obey. Disobedience was met with pain, not as bad as on the walk, but still pain. That steadily would increase. If she did not obey the pain would go on for hours. Until he was satisfied. If she did obey the pain stopped after a few minutes and continued from there. “Good enough for now. Now tell me about yourself, girl. I want to know your name and any other names you have used. I want to know how old you are. I want to know what you are and your heritage. I want to know everything you have and all the powers you have. Add anything else you think is important too. I like knowing my slaves inside and out before I put them to work.” He listened intently knowing that even if she lied the collar would give her pain and he would then force her to tell the truth. If she obeyed and told the truth completely with no resistance he would give he would hand her own clothes back. If she obeyed and she told him the truth eager to please him he would even give her a very small dirty rag to use as blanket and allow her to keep her other things with her. If she obeyed and wasn't good he would throw her things in a locker and lock them up for now, until she earned her meager possessions back. If she completely disobeyed, but answered his questions he would allow her a few minutes rest. If she completely disobeyed then he would take the hay out of the cell and lock her in. Leaving her to shiver in the cold cell until she was more reasonable. Edited by Wethrin, Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:48 am.
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| Rimmon Mikayles | Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:13 am Post #5 |
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She had a feeling it was slavery. It was really unfortunate that she was slipped into this. When his demand for her to remove her own clothing and meow like a cat reached her ears, she put on a look of anger. Right when she was about to talk back to him, the pain hit her again. She hated this. No freedom at all. When he left her for the night, she would have to try and see what she could do to escape. For now, though, she did not want to give up her only possessions. Not only that, but her bloodline was canine. It would be a very disgracing moment to her family if she dared meow like a cat. She didn't like the pain, but she wanted to respect her family even more than anything else. The child couldn't stand this pain. It was too unbearable. If it didn't stop soon, her demon form would find her again... "My name is Chelsea Rimmon Mikayles." she explained, her voice sounding very upset. She only obeyed because she didn't want to feel the pain anymore. "I got called Little Chells a lot when I was... younger... but the last Drow I was with called me Rimmon. She said it helped me fit in better." she looked up at him, watching every move he made. "I don't know how old I am, I'm partly demon thanks to my father," she was forcing out every word. There was nothing she hated more than talking about herself. "and I am the youngest of four brothers. I do not know all my powers, or if I have any, but I do know that I have an alternate form." Her wording sounded like she was much older than she appeared. It was true, though, that she had no idea how old she was. "I've only been in my other form once, and I do not know how to control it." for now, she left it at that. She didn't know what else to say. She hugged her backpack tightly, moving away from him if he stepped toward her. |
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| Wethrin | Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:39 am Post #6 |
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Wethrin watched the girl writh in agony when she first disobeyed him. Still he had stopped that with a little reluctance and the girl was still reluctant, but at least willing to talk. He smiled in a crooked way as he listened to every word. He then considered what information he gathered. He found the way she curled up to be pleasing in a way. Breaking in new slaves could be fun, though broken slaves were sometimes less useful an certainly less imaginative. He was annoyed she didn’t obey, but it made him curious too. She had more spirit than he expected and being part demon was annoying for guessing her age. Still she looked young enough for what he wanted to do. She also had been with another drow. ‘How interesting I wonder what for. I better ask many questions of this one. He especially needed to ask about that demon side of her.’ He approached after she caught her breath. “Alright well I like Chells as a name so I think you will respond to that name. First who was this drow you mentioned and what did she do with you? Now what sort of demon was your father and what species was your mother? Also if you can, describe your other form to me? Is it strong? Finally why did you disobey my previous orders?” More pain would come again if she refused to answer any questions. He stepped close looking into her eyes with his own trying to see a glimpse into the mysterious around her. He looked very much like a mad scientist right then and probably not that nice looking to her. He had decided that if she didn’t have a good reason he would make some permanent orders that given time would break the girl into submission. He did make a note that he might have to hire someone to add extra enchantments on her cell and collar to make sure this demon side didn’t allow her to escape. |
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| Rimmon Mikayles | Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:04 am Post #7 |
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It didn't take long for her to catch her breath as she watched him walk up, she moved backward until she bumped into the wall behind her. Feeling extremely uncomfortable, she jumped when she bumped into the wall, turning her head a bit to make sure it indeed was a wall and not something else. Chells was definitely happy that he stopped the pain. So long as she kept answering his questions, it seemed, she'd be fine. So, answer she did. This time in more detail... "Well, after my whole family was killed, I was placed into a children's shelter, which a few weeks of living there, a Drow mistress adopted me. Turned out she only wanted me because I'm a demon. She used my hair and my blood, along with small chunks of skin for her... magic things... I didn't know she would do this when we first met. Other than using me for that, I was treated well, and the slaves listened to me whenever I had demands. My demands were small, though. Nothing like hers." she pressed herself against the wall when he moved closer still. Her dark eyes were wide, showing every dot of detail in them, and her hands were up on her knees, just in case she felt the need to defend herself suddenly. "I could say my other form is strong, but I don't know what I could tell you about it. It's got four legs and long ears. Nobody has had the chance to tell me about it, and I don't remember it that well." So many questions... "I disobeyed... because I keep respect for my family." she explained, "My father was some sort of wolf beast demon, and my mother was a half fiend like me, but she never had a demon form. The bloodline is canine, so I would never disrespect my family and act feline just because some fool told me to." It didn't matter that her whole family was dead. She made her promise to avenge them, so she'd keep that respect. |
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| Wethrin | Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:32 am Post #8 |
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Wethrin thought about things. He wanted a willing slave and she had obviously been used before for at least a good amount of time. If she had escaped from her previous owner, she would not this time. He would definitely get some to strengthen the spells on her collar. She was dog too, like the other two down in the basement. Still she was a different sort from them. The girl was obviously scared so he decided to back off and try the being nice approach for a bit. He smiled, obviously trying to look nicer, but failing as he just wasn’t used to doing this. “I see so you did it out of respect for your family. Would you object to sitting and barking like a dog then or acting like one? And do you object to removing your clothes and other gear? If not take it off for me so I can see what you look like properly. Just tell me what offends your family honor. Also what was it you requested of your previous drow and what would it take for you to serve me willingly? As I said before I like willing slaves for test subjects or assistants.” He waited for her answer trying to look friendly the entire time and trying to be nice, but he still sounded off. He clearly didn’t like the idea of family honor, but he held back for a moment. If she agreed he would break her slowly down. Still if he didn’t like her answers he could always just break her the hard way. It truly depended on how she pleased him to how her future as a slave would be. He would especially be pleased if she did bark like a dog and tried to act like one. Taking off her clothes would be a plus for her too. He would even let her put them back on afterwards. Edited by Wethrin, Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:44 am.
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| Rimmon Mikayles | Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:10 am Post #9 |
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Dogs were more insulting than anything else. Of course she'd object to it, but she'd rather that than acting like a damn cat. When he started trying to act nice, it just made her even more nervous. If he could change his attitude so quickly, she'd never be able to tell what his intentions were. They weren't good, as far as her situation went, she knew that much. "I guess not." she said in response to barking and acting like a dog. "My clothing is all I have left." she said, still holding her dear backpack closely and tightly. "I do not want to give it to you... and all I ever asked for was food and warmth. She gave me both, and was very kind to me. She never gave me a collar." it wasn't very likely that she would ever serve him willingly. Especially since he wasn't afraid of hurting her. "Family honour? I don't know." she really wasn't sure what kinds of things that would be called family honour. It wasn't like she was given a list of things to obey for her family. It was simply was she thought was respectful. She only learned respect in the few years she had with her family. Those days were long gone. "One day, I was minding my own business in the forest, next day I wake up in these caves! I don't want to be here!" she yelled at him, "I'll never want to do anything for you!" after shouting that out, she stood up, knowing she definitely should not have yelled at him like that. She expected pain for the rest of the night... she could only hope he wouldn't torture her like that. She carefully stepped away from him even more, swinging her backpack over her shoulder, standing defensively. |
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| Wethrin | Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:55 am Post #10 |
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Wethrin had been pleased at first answer, but was furious at the rejection. All he had wanted was a good look at his new test subject and a show of obedience, but that wasn't enough for this one. She would have had what she had wanted if she had complied at all. He sneered in disapproval letting the pain start. No matter what happened the pain would not let up. "Foolish I was willing to give you a chance. You might have had what you wanted if you had just obeyed me. You might have even been rewarded with better things, but it seems I need to break you first. Now since you were disobedient I won't be nice at all. You told me you don't want to act like a cat. Well now I order you to at every waking moment until I tell you stop. You will not speak only meow. Also since pets don't need clothes we will be getting rid of those. I also know the perfect potion to test on you." He locked her in the cage leaving the pain to continue until she started following his orders. He called for a strong servant. Whom he then sent in side to try get off her clothes any way he could. The servant was also told to strap her to chains on the wall if she did not start acting like a cat in a few minutes. The door was locked and shields active encase she changed to demon form. He didn’t care too much about the servant. She was able to keep her bag for now. Wethrin had forgotten to add that to part of the order to his servant and the servant seemed to pity the girl a bit. He was a human with sad eyes of one long broken or used to serving. He tried to comfort her as he did his task. He even would suggest hiding the bag in the straw. Helping her if she couldn't do it her self. He still had to try and take her clothes away from her though. Wethrin had gone to his side lab picking out a potion and replicating it while this was going on. It was a potion that would add animal features to a person. In this case it would add cat features. He wasn’t sure if it would work on someone with demon powers. It would be a good test. He made enough to give her the max dose twice. A normal full dose would result in cat fur, claws, tail, ears, eyes, etc. With this extra-large dose it was quite possible she may go even further and become smaller or lose the ability to walk on two legs. Still it was also possible it wouldn’t have other such effects. From previous experiments the potion had lasted for up to a week, but it varied. Some cases it only lasted a day. It would be interesting to see how it worked and how long it lasted on her. He walked back in to the room with the large bottle that contained his potion and a tube. If she was being obedient and cat like he would smile and only give her small amount of the potion to drink. Probably enough for a tail and ears. If she was chained up and still resisting his command then he would smile at her and say, “Well how are we feeling? Ready to obey yet? NO! Well I have something here that should help you understand cats better.” If the servant was still alive he would have the servant help him force her to drink his potion and then step out of the cage and let servant let her down. Otherwise he would force the tube into her throat and force her to drink that way. He would observe the effects. Then he would go to his bed leaving her locked in the cell with pain continuing until she obeyed his order. If she is not chained up he would wait until the servant is dead or she is chained up. If the servant dies he will wait until he thinks she is too exhausted to resist from the constant pain and send in another servant. If the second servant dies he will probably give up for the night and go to sleep leaving her with horrible pain in a cold cell. Edited by Wethrin, Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:27 am.
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| Rimmon Mikayles | Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:04 pm Post #11 |
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She felt like she was going to lose it if this pain continued. She curled up on the floor of the cell. She learned it didn't matter what their proximity was. The pain would be effective either way. Chells definitely would not be surprised if her demon form found her again. She didn't fight the servant when he walked in to take her clothing. It seemed the man wanted her clothing that badly, and she would have to do it eventually. She thought, the sooner she gave them up, the sooner she'd get them back. She almost looked like a boy, due to lack of bodily development, but she was still obviously very much female. She shivered in the cold, not used to having no clothing on. It wasn't enough to have her in a cage, but he wanted her chained up, too? Comforting would do nothing for her. She still refused to meow like a cat, so the servant would have to chain her up. She fought as much as she could, but with the pain still exploding throughout her whole body, it wasn't much of a fight. She almost wished for her demon form now, despite how violent it was. It took the servant a few minutes to chain her. Her demon form was slowly trying to get out, so her canine teeth elongated, and her nails turns into claws, her body was changing form as well. It was a slow enough process, though, so the slave was successful in chaining her up before she shifted shape. However, when the man entered the room again, her demon form shied away for some reason, and her body suddenly appeared like its six year old self again. Tears started swelling her eyes as the pain continued still, causing her muscles to shake as well. "Stop it!" she cried out to him, hoping he'd have even a little bit of mercy. "Please!" Next thing she knew, she was having some sort of drink shoved down her throat. The whole vial was empty when she saw it next. She had no idea how much was in it in the first place, which bothered her greatly. Her body was bothered by it, as well, because she started feeling really ill, as if her body was rejecting it and trying to throw the potion back out. She was released from the chains shortly after she drank the potion. Her body was definitely confused. The first thing to go was her nails, changing into claws. Then fur started breaking out across her body, but it had a strange pattern to it. Her entire body ended up shapeshifting into something the adult size of a jaguar wild cat, with a tail and all. The only thing that didn't change was her eyes. Her ears were almost like really long fox ears, and she had a bit more fur than what a jaguar had, with the pattern on her coat that was the same as her demon form. Her paws were regular size to a jaguar's, but the claws were pitch black, looking sharp and deadly. It was a good thing that cell door was closed, otherwise she would have attacked that man without a second thought. If the servant was still in the cage with her, she'd definitely attack him, ripping his throat up with her jaws. Her snout was slightly longer than a jaguar's, which didn't look that strange. It was mostly just her eyes that gave away what she was supposed to be. When she tried talking, it came out as a little cat-like meow. It was bad enough that she looked like a wild cat, but she sounded like a domestic cat. She snarled at him, trying to get used to her new vocal chords so that she could actually snarl loudly at him. |
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| Wethrin | Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:59 pm Post #12 |
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Wethrin was interested on the effect. The transformation was so interesting. Obviously it had mixed with the demon form she had mentioned. He watched as his servant was torrent to pieces. ‘Pity that I should have taken him out faster.’ He watched for a while interested in how fierce she was. He was pleased with the meow realizing she probably couldn’t speak any other way right now. The struggle was almost interesting enough to keep him up, but he set another servant to watch her for the night. Still he noticed the collar was adjusting the pain for her new form and she would soon be under control again. He went to bed and slept soundly as she was left locked in the cage. In the morning he walked in to see her. He noted if she had changed back to a girl yet and if the potion was still in effect. Regardless he would watch her that day until she was exhausted. If the cat potion wore off he would offer more of it to her as a drink through a tube passed through the bars. She would get no water or food that day unless she drank such a potion each time it wore off. Also each time he worked on improving the potion so she would take a more docile form closer to a house cat’s. Though depending on how much she chose to drink the effects could be less than the first time. He sometimes would disappear down stairs and then come back up to observe her further. He continued with the torture and pain for days or weeks or however long it took to break her, until she was not only willing, but eager to drink the potions and do exactly as he commanded. He always made sure to give her just enough food and drink to survive. He also turned off the pain at times so she could sleep though such times were rare at the beginning. During this time he also had a man reinforce the cell to make sure she didn’t break out. As soon as she stopped trying to kill him the pain would let up a little bit. As soon as she started acting like a cat the pain would lessen considerably. Once she was at least visibly eager to do whatever he wanted the pain would leave completely and he stopped forcing the potions on her. |
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| Rimmon Mikayles | Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:34 pm Post #13 |
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By the time morning came, she had shifted back into her human form. She hadn't gotten one inch of sleep, though, the pain was still pulsing through her body, making her shake, keeping her awake. She was curled up in the far corner from the door, her eyes wide open, staring at the door he always entered through. It took her a couple days before she was allowed to sleep. She was at least thankful that she didn't remember her dreams during this time. Getting some sleep helped her keep some of her sanity. It took her only a couple of weeks to start being more obedient. It was three weeks for her to start acting like a cat. She was getting used to having the feline vocal chords, so it was second nature for her to meow instead of speak. She now understood how to make her body shift its shape, though, so if she wished for her demon form, she'd get it. It had to be at least another two weeks for her to obey without second thought. She wasn't any more willing to drink the potions, but she drank them only knowing it would help her avoid the pain that the collar made, which in turn, made him smile. If he was smiling, then she wouldn't get punished. It seemed to be the only way to avoid pain. It was shortly after realising this that she got into the state of mind that she was to obey his every word. Chells even began calling him master. Her voice was still high-pitched like the child she was, but it had a cat-like tone to it. After so many changes of being cat to human, human to cat, the tail, ears and claws seemed to be permanent. She no longer had human ears, it was just the pointed cat-like ears, and her tail resembled her demon form, though it would change if the potion demanded it. One morning, before Master got the chance to do anything to her, she spoke quietly as she remained laying down submissively. "What do you wish today, Master? I promise I won't disappoint you anymore." her ears were laying flat, submissively, and her tail laid low behind her. |
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| Wethrin | Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:10 pm Post #14 |
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Wethrin had watched the weeks go by as he found his toy becoming more obedient. She probably still hated it deep down, but she was plenty conditioned after a time. He enjoyed each stage as she slowly sank lower and lower. He enjoyed it most when she had started to call him master. It was such a thrill. He also found the things that had become permanent fascinating. He almost felt like continuing the experiment, but decided that he would do that another time. He did not remove the order to be cat like, but he did allow her a bit more freedom like eating with her hands. He smiled as she lay there submissively. ‘Yes she is ready to work with me and I brought just the right present to reward her.’ “Alright I think you have learned very well now, haven’t we Chells my little kitty. Yes very well indeed. Now come over here I have something for you.” He would watch to make sure she walked on all fours as she wasn’t allowed to stand unless he said so. He then bent down and tied a pretty ribbon with a bell around her throat so it covered up her collar. The bell had her name on it and was marked with a seal on the back marking her as his. Once on it seemed to fuse then replace the collar, but if she tried she found it was still just as tough to remove. It probably felt a lot more comfortable though. He tied another bell and ribbon to her tail. He then put some clothes on the floor. “You may put those on now you earned them. You can stand while doing this. After you are done with that come to my lab right through that door. You may stay standing if you are in the lab as you will need your hands to work with me. Once you are inside you can ask me questions if you wish, but be polite.” The clothes were of a strange stretchy material obviously meant to worn and not break when her body changed under his experiments. Once she entered the lab he would smile at her and motion for her to take a seat on an experiment table. Edited by Wethrin, Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:11 pm.
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| Rimmon Mikayles | Sun Sep 26, 2010 10:15 pm Post #15 |
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She crawled over to him for the clothing and happily put the clothing on, taking a moment of feeling content as the clothing warmed up to her body heat. She found it awkward to stand after so long of being on all fours, but she got used to it again quickly, stretching out her muscles a couple times. She walked through the indicated door and walked into the lab without a word. She was very swift on her feet, too, so you could even say she moved without a sound, save for the sound of her barefeet against the cold hard floor and the bells. 'I will have to walk more smoothly... these bells are much too loud.' she managed to keep her tail steady enough for minimal sound. Happy to be out of that cold cell, she nearly leapt onto the experiment table, and sat on her heels, making good use of her tail to keep her balance. Her long ears were perked up, listening to his every movement and sound, "What are you going to do to my hands, Master?" she asked quietly, not moving once she was comfortable on the table. She didn't want to upset him and make the collar hurt her. She didn't make any other sound, save for the bell on her tail, which was only moving so she could keep her balance. |
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