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Chem-Tech's Legacy - Chapter 9 - Matilda's Story
It had been around four weeks since the shit hit the fan. The 3rd of
April, 2015. The day that the government quarantined our area of the
country from the rest of it. The day it was announced that there was a
strong chance that anyone living in this area could be at risk of being
infected with the compound. The compound that could change you into a
human/animal hybrid if foreign DNA were to be introduced to your blood.
In the days following the announcement, simple test kits had been made
available at the various health centres, hospitals, doctors surgeries etc
to determine who had been infected and who hadn't. It turns out that the
government had made a pretty good guess to determine the size of the
quarantine zone. Around 90% were shown to be positive. The 10% who
weren't lived on the outskirts of the zone and those tested who lived
just outside of the zone were shown to be negative. Everybody knew that
this couldn't be 100% accurate though, since nobody knew were this new
compound infecting everybody had come from or when it had struck. There
could quite easily be people living outside of quarantine but who had
been in the zone when it struck. There was no way of knowing when people
had first become infected, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to work
out that it probably had something to do with the Chem-Tech board members
and top scientists disappearing without a trace.
The towns in the quarantine zone were getting on well enough I suppose.
Supplies were being brought in to the local shops and businesses as usual
as well as post. It was just a case of once the vehicles arrived at the
roadblocks, the drivers had to exit the vehicle where a quarantine zone
resident would take over. When the vehicle left, the original driver
would take over again.
It did seem a bit over the top. Everybody knew that we weren't
contagious, but it made everybody feel safer. The outside world didn't
want "freaks" running around and the people inside the zone knew that the
outsiders feared them.
From a purely selfish point of view, it had kind of worked out better for
me. Before, I was only one of two hybrids. And while everybody tried to
make out that I would be welcome in the community, a school disco where I
was spiked with catnip and ridiculed by my class mates kind of made me
feel otherwise.
I was now going to a weekly group therapy session for those who had
changed. While I had accepted who and what I was a long time ago now, I
was asked to attend to provide support to others who were struggling. I
was more than happy to help. There hadn't been many more changes since
the announcement. Everybody was being extremely careful around animals
and plants now.
My friend Jenny had proven to be positive for the compound. She had
gotten it into her head that it would be better for her if she were to
instigate her change. That way she could decide what animal she would
become a hybrid of and grow to get used to it, instead of trying to avoid
animals for the rest of her life. I suppose it made sense. We had already
tried to change her using my DNA. After all, it was a combination of her
and my cat's DNA that had changed me in the first place. If we could
instigate a change that way, she probably wouldn't change that
dramatically. It didn't work. The scientists at Chem-Tech had already
established that human DNA wasn't different enough to start the reaction,
so we hadn't been that hopeful it would work.
It was a Saturday, I was on my way to see my friend Alice. She had been
changed before the announcement. She was a plant hybrid. She looked
beautiful and exotic. Her skin was all different shades of green, with
leaves and rose thorns growing on her arms. Her hair had turned thick and
green, with red rose flowers growing on it. She really was a sight to
behold. She had to be careful now though. She had always had a
potentially fatal allergy to bee stings. Now they were almost always
around her, gathering pollen from her. Jenny would have been coming too,
but she was catching up on homework. I think she felt a little left out
to be honest. The only one of the three of us who wasn't yet a hybrid.
I was just walking past one of the local shops when a guy I knew from my
year group from school walked out. Mike he was called. We had gotten on
well enough back when I was male but I hadn't really seen much of him. I
had heard that he had beaten up Craig after he had spiked me with catnip,
so that earned him a few brownie points in my book. He was a tall guy,
already 6ft and he wasn't even 16 yet. He would be in a few months, like
me, he was one of the oldest in my year. He had short brown hair, brown
eyes and had a decent build on him. He played for our school rugby team
so needed to be strong and fit. I felt my tail drift over to one side,
something it was prone to do when I found somebody attractive. I subtly
grabbed the end of it, pulled it back and hoped he didn't notice. I know
I was a heterosexual girl, but that didn't mean I was comfortable with
it.
"Hey Phil, sorry Tilly," he stuttered over my old name. "Sorry, old
habits and all that."
"Don't worry" I replied "Even my parents still get it wrong now and
again." Was he blushing?
"Hey, yeah. Erm," he said whilst fidgeting and looking away. "Look, sorry
about Craig at the disco. He was in a minority who thought that what he
did was funny."
"I know, I heard what you did. Thanks," I said.
We carried on making small talk when a truck bringing supplies for the
shop pulled up. We moved out of the way of the guys taking the trolleys
into the shop and carried on talking, catching up on what had been
happening at school.
"Tilly, I was wondering if, you might want to, you know..." Oh my god, he
WAS blushing. Was he going to ask me out? Oh shit. I'm NOT ready for
this. "Do you want to hang out..." Before he could finish his sentence
one of the delivery workers had stuck something in his neck.
"What the hell are you..." I hadn't finished my reaction before I felt a
sting in my neck and the world went dark.
I woke up cold, on the floor and in the dark. I was also naked.
"HELP!" I yelled.
"Tilly, is that you?" asked a voice. It was Mike.
"Yes. Where are we?"
"I don't know."
That was when the lights came on and someone entered. I was in an animal
cage in a dank looking room. Not high enough for me to stand up in. I
covered myself with my arms as much as I could. Mike was in a similar
cage, also naked at the opposite side. The men who had entered the room
were wearing ski masks.
"You two are in a secret location. It's a location that trades in items
that are not entirely legal. Mostly exotic animals and virgin girls. You,
Miss Nixon just so happen to cover both of those categories," one of the
men explained.
"That's sick," Mike spat at them.
"What's Mike doing here?" I asked.
"Well initially he was just an inconvenience," the man replied. "But then
we got word that he was confirmed as having the compound in his blood.
That means that we can turn him into any hybrid that we like."
"Over my dead body," Mike said idignantly.
"No Mr Marsh," the man said confidently. "Just your unconscious body," as
another man fired a tranquiliser dart into Mike's cage. Mike was out in
seconds. The second man then produced an IV drip from just outside the
room, pulled it up to Mike's cage and proceeded to connect it to Mike's
forearm.
"What are you doing to him?"
"Well since you ask, we've mixed some foreign DNA with a protein
solution. My contact in Chem-Tech is quite confident that the
transformation will immediately convert any extra protein into extra bone
and muscle tissue. He'll be quite the monster of a specimen by the time
we're done with him."
"You bastards. What gives you the right?"
"No right. Just a lot of money."
That was when I could see the changes begin in Mike. As the man
suspected, his muscle mass was increasing and he was gaining height. His
face started to contort as a slight muzzle pushed out. A hairless tail
grew from the base of his spine as he himself continued to grow. Finally,
orange and black striped fur seemed to grow everywhere except for his
chest. They had turned him into a tiger hybrid. The bastards. The men
sounded extremely pleased.
"Oh, this is incredible. This one will possibly sell for more than the
girl. He's what? Over seven feet tall? And those muscles. We are going to
have one happy set of buyers tonight."
He checked Mike's breathing and pulse before leaving with his colleagues.
"Mike? Mike!" I tried to get his attention but to no avail. He was still
out of it. The lights went out.
I was going to be sold. For what? As an exibit? As a sex slave? For both?
Did anybody know where I was? I didn't know where I was. And poor Mike.
To have this forced upon him to be sold. He shouldn't even be here. He's
here because of me. I felt the tears run down my face as I quietly cried
to myself.
I don't know how long it had been. It could have been minutes, it could
have been hours, when I heard stirring from Mike's cage.
"Mike?"
I got a quiet growl in return.
"Mike, it's Tilly."
The quiet growl turned to a roar. Then a loud roar. I could hear
thrashing and banging as he was obviously freaking out.
"MIKE, PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO CALM DOWN," I yelled at him. The thrashing and
roaring stopped. Replaced with heavy breathing.
"Can you understand me Mike?" I got nothing but a growl. Has he lost his
ability to talk?
"Mike, if you can understand me, bang once on the cage." He banged once
on the cage.
"Mike, I'm really sorry. They've turned you into a tiger hybrid."
At that he started thrashing and roaring again. I tried to talk to him
again, but it was no use. Was he going to be like Danny? Become so
aggressive that he loses himself. I really hoped not. While Mike roared,
I cried.
A couple of hours later the lights came on again and our cages were
wheeled off down a corridor. They were being really careful not to get
too close to Mike, he was thrashing around and lashing out, trying to get
at them through the bars, he had a set of claws on him that put mine to
shame. They stopped us at a set of double doors where my cage was
unlocked and I was man handled by two goons. They threw me through the
double doors where they were quickly closed behind me.
I was in a square room with mirrors dotted around on the walls. Something
told me that they were two way mirrors. I got the distinct feeling that I
was being watched through them. I tried my best to keep myself covered.
That's when the voice over the tannoy spoke up.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is where the evening gets exciting. So far,
we have auctioned exotic animals. And we've auctioned beautiful, virgin
girls. But lot number nineteen is both rolled into one package. Lot
number nineteen is the infamous, original, cat-girl hybrid."
It went quiet for a moment.
"Now that you've had a good look at her, can we start the bidding at
?20,000"
A light above one of the mirrors, saying ?20,000.
Another lit up, saying ?40,000.
Another. ?80,000.
?200,000.
All of a sudden, ?2,000,000.
Two million pounds? For me? Who were these people?
"Bidder number five at ?2,000,000. Going once, going twice. Gone, to
bidder number 5. I hope she serves you well sir.
Just then, the two goons came in, grabbed me and dragged me back to my
cage. They then wheeled in Mike to be auctioned. The doors closed and I
couldn't hear anything from inside.
A few minutes later Mike was wheeled back out. I was informed that we
should count ourselves lucky, we had been bought by the same person,
spending ?5,000,000 on Mike. I felt that familiar prick that came before
the inevitable sedation and the world went dark again.
I woke up a couple of times, barely getting chance to get my bearings
before I was knocked out again. The second time, I swear I could feel my
hair being brushed before I fell back to sleep.
I woke up for the third time. I had no idea how long I had been out for.
I was sat in what looked to be an oversized cat basket with pink
blankets. The room had thick, pink carpet and pale pink walls. On the
wall opposite was a mirror and a small TV. There was a sealed window and
in the corner, what looked to be a cat litter tray.
In the mirror I could see myself. I had a thick, pink ribbon over my
mouth, used as a gag. My hair had been expertly styled. Long, loose waves
hanging over my left shoulder. My makeup looked just as immaculate. Round
my neck was another thick pink ribbon, tied off in a huge bow on the
right side of my neck.
The dress I was wearing was pink, strapless, knee length and very tight.
I tried to move my knees apart and could only seperate them by a few
inches. Not attire for trying to make a run for it. A thick, pink sash
was tied around my waist and finished off in another big bow on the
right. On my feet were pink, high heeled pumps.
My hands and forearms were covered in pink opera gloves. I could feel
something in the fingertips. Probably some kind of padding to stop my
claws. My wrists were bound together by another pink ribbon. The whole
ridiculous outfit was completed with a pink ribbon tied around the end of
my tail. What the hell was going on?
That's when I heard voices outside.
"Ok honey, you know how you've always wanted a pet to play with AND a
little sister to dress up like a living Barbie?" a man's voice asked.
"Yes Daddy!" an excited girl replied.
"Well today, you get both, in one!" And the one door to the room opened.
"OH MY GOD," an excited blonde in her late teens yelled. She was wearing
a white sun dress with her hair tied up in a high pony tail "Daddy, are
those ears and tail real?"
"They sure are," said an older man with dirty blond hair. He looked to be
in his late forties. This must have been the man who bought me. "She's
that little kitty who was in the news, you know, the one who used to be a
boy?"
"What's her name?"
"Well she goes by the name Tilly, but she's yours now. I think you need
to choose her a new name."
"I'm going to call her Belle. Oh thank you Daddy, thank you, thank you,
thank you!" she said hanging from his neck and peppering his face with
kisses. "Can I take the ribbon from her face?"
"You can honey, but be careful. She's going to need taming and training."
"Ok Daddy, but how?"
"I'll show you" he said as he turned on the TV. On the screen appeared
Mike, still naked, still in his cage. My eyes widened at the sight of
him. "Take her gag off," he said.
As soon as the gag was removed I started pleading. "Please, please,
please, let us go! We won't tell anyone."
He didn't say anything to me, but spoke into a small microphone attached
to his blazer. "Do it!" he said.
On the screen I saw someone jab Mike with an injection and within a
second, Mike was writhing around in agony.
"STOP IT, PLEASE STOP IT. I'LL DO ANYTHING," I screamed. He turned the TV
off.
"Very good. What I want to hear. Now first things first. You are a pet.
You do not talk unless Melody here tells you that you can talk.
Understand?" I nodded my head.
"Good. Do as you're told otherwise you will be punished. Sometimes Mike
will suffer for your disobedience, sometimes you will need to feel the
pain to remind you where your place is. Understand?" I nodded again.
"Ok then, Melody, she's all yours," he said as he left the room. "I'm
going to prepare the other one for the hunt."
"Oh Belle, we're going to have so much fun. You are such a pretty kitty."
Was this girl insane?
"Please Melody," I whispered. "You have to help me."
A look of thunder crossed Melody's face. She got up, left the room and
came back in with a syringe.
"Please Melody, no. I'm sorry!" I pleaded.
"I'm sorry Belle, but you need to be trained," she said as she jabbed the
needle in my arm. I felt the worst pain I had ever felt in my life, my
nerves felt like they were on fire. I screamed the house down, writhing
around as much as I could in my bonds.
After what felt like hours, but was probably only seconds, the pain
subsided. Melody joined me on the floor, stroking my hair and scratching
me behind the ears.
"You're such a pretty kitty, we're going to have soo much fun," she cooed
in my ear. I could do nothing but quietly whimper to myself. What was
this hell I had gotten into? And what did he mean by a hunt? He'd just
paid ?5,000,000 for Mike. He wasn't going to kill him, was he?
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