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Chem-Tech's Legacy - Chapter 10 - Matilda's Story
"Belle," I heard a sing song voice chirp from another room. "Wakey wakey
Belle!"
I woke up in an oversized cat bed with pink sheets. Where the hell was I?
And who was Belle?
Oh yeah. I'm Belle. Or at least that's what my psychotic "owner" Melody
has named me.
I was wearing the frilly pink nightie that she had leant me for the night
and my hair tied back in a pony tail.. I only had the one dress that I
was wearing when I first arrived yesterday but Melody had ordered me
"tonnes" of new outfits online that she assured me would arrive today. Oh
joy.
I was desperate for the toilet, but all I had available to use was an
oversized cat litter tray. I'd been putting off going since I arrived. I
didn't know how much longer I could hold on before I had to degrade
myself and use the tray. That was when Melody unlocked the door and
wandered in holding two bowls. She put them on the floor and pulled out a
syringe from her pocket. I knew instantly what it was. It was the
substance that makes you feel intense pain throughout your body without
leaving any long term damage. She used it on me yesterday when I had
pleaded for her to help me and Mike. I was then punished for talking.
Pets don't talk. I immediately cowered back when I saw it.
"Oh Belle," Melody spoke up in that same singsong voice, "I'm not going
to use this unless I have to. Do as you're told and show me that you're a
good kitty and you won't need any more training"
Training. That's what she called the pain she put me through yesterday.
"Daddy says he's getting me a surprise today," she went on. "Something
that means I won't have to use these nasty needles on you anymore." I
dreaded to think what other means of training "Daddy" might have come up
with.
"Come and get your breakfast then," she called to me. Breakfast. I
couldn't remember the last time I'd had anything to eat, I rushed over to
the two bowls that she'd put on the floor. One was a bowl of milk, the
other, cat food. I should have known.
"Go on then Belle. Eat up," she said brandishing the needle in my
direction. I put my hand in the bowl to scoop some out.
"Ah ah ahhhh," Melody scolded. "Kitty's don't put their paws in their
food, do they?"
She wanted me to eat using only my mouth. How humiliating. She was edging
closer with the syringe. I put my face in the bowl and got a mouthful.
It was horrible. Cold meat and jelly. I couldn't even tell what meat it
was supposed to be. I borked a couple of times but managed to swallow.
The alternative was worse. I managed another. And another until there was
barely anything left in the bowl. I looked at Melody expectantly.
"I can still see some in there Belle. We don't want waste, do we?"
I went on to lick the bowl clean. Melody then said I could have my milk
now. Again, not allowed to use my hands so I had to lap it up with my
tongue. At least this tasted nice. I made short work of it in the end.
"Good kitty," Melody sounded pleased with me. Looked like I was going to
get away without any punishment. "Now I think you need to do your
business, don't you? Your kitty litter hasn't been used yet." She was
right, I don't know how I was managing to hold it in. I crouched over the
litter tray, hiked up my nightie and urinated. God, that was relieving
and humiliating at the same time. At least there was some toilet paper
there for me to use. I was half expecting her to say that pets don't use
it.
"What a good kitty you are Belle." I already hated that name. My name was
Matilda! But I knew what would happen if I spoke up about it. "It's bath
time now. All of your new outfits have arrived today. The servant girls
are putting tail holes in everything as we speak. You are going to look
so cute!" Servant girls?
A few minutes later I was sat in a bath with Melody washing me. I don't
know what was worse, being treated like a pet or a baby. No curve was
left untouched. She washed me everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Was this
going to be my life from now on? I had to figure out a plan to escape.
But I couldn't go half cocked. I didn't know the layout of the house or
where Mike was. I knew if I tried and failed, Mike would get punished
just as much, if not worse, than me. I just needed to be patient.
Mike. I had no real idea about what was happening to him. "Daddy" had
said something about getting him ready for the hunt. I can't imagine what
that would be. He's just paid ?5,000,000 for him. He's not going to kill
him off, surely?
Once I was out of the bath, Melody gave me a pink fluffy bathrobe to wear
and I was led back to what I suppose was 'my' room. Only no there was a
wardrobe in there. I'm guessing it was full of the outfits that Melody
had bought me.
"Oh dear," Melody said, sounding disappointed. "GIRL!" she yelled at the
top of her voice. A girl who looked to be my age, maybe a little older
came running in. She had olive skin and jet black hair. She looked to
have Mediterranean features. She was dressed in a french maid's uniform.
A black dress with puffy sleeves and a white apron, tied at the back in a
huge bow. Stiff petticoats held the skirt's shape. She must be one of the
servant girls that she mentioned earlier.
"Yes Miss Melody," she said sounding worried. Her accent sounded maybe
Italian? I wasn't sure.
"Girl," Melody started. "Why has Belle's litter tray not been cleaned?"
"I'm so sorry Miss Melody," the girl said, sounding worried. "It won't
happen again."
"You're right, it won't," Melody said and in one motion had grabbed the
girls arm and injected her with the substance. I was made to watch her
while she writhed around the floor in agony, while Melody dried my hair
with a dryer and brushed out the tangles, cooing sweet things like
"Beautiful kitty" and "You're being such a good girl for Mummy, aren't
you?" I wanted to do something, anything but I knew I was helpless. All I
could do was be pampered with tears in my eyes, watching this poor girl,
who like me, was trapped in this hell. She had barely recovered when
Melody was ordering her back to work. I wondered how long she had been
trapped here. Had she been bought, the same way I had?
As the servant girl had left, "Daddy" walked in. "How's the pet coming
along Princess?"
"Oh Daddy, she's perfect. So obedient too, I haven't had to train her
since yesterday. She's a quick learner," Melody replied.
"That's brilliant honey," he said as he gave me a scratch behind my ears.
I did love it when someone did that, although I did my best not to show
it "But I've got something here that should make training her even
easier. Can I put it on her?" He asked Melody, as if I couldn't
understand, or was incapable of giving consent. After all, I was nothing
but a pet now.
"Sure thing Daddy." I couldn't even see what it was. I just felt Melody
lift my hair up as something soft (although I could feel cold patches of
metal in there) was put around my neck and was locked at the back.
"Daddy, that is sooo cute on her," Melody squealed in delight. "Belle, go
have a look in the mirror."
I got up to look, hearing a jingle coming from my neck as I moved.
Looking in the mirror was a pink cat collar, with a little bell and a
name tag with "Belle" engraved on it. I felt round and I could feel a
small padlock on the back. I wondered how this was supposed to train me.
"I don't get it though Daddy, how is this supposed to help train her?"
Melody asked my unasked question.
"With this," he said giving melody a small controller. It would be the
right size to fit on a key ring. "As you can see there are three buttons,
low, medium, and high. Since you say she's been so good, just give the
'low' button a try."
All at once, my muscles went into spasm as an electric shock coming from
the collar dropped me to the floor, screaming in pain. They'd put a shock
collar on me. And I'd just let them do it. My chances of escaping now
were even slimmer than they were before.
"That is perfect Daddy, now I don't have to carry the needles around
anymore."
"That's right honey," Daddy said. "Anyway, hurry up and get her ready. I
want her to see her friend before the hunt."
"Sure thing Daddy."
About an hour later I was dressed and made up. Pink, glittery make up
with long, thick eyelashes. For some reason Melody had decided that it
would be appropriate that I be dressed in a cheerleader uniform. A short,
white pleated skirt with pink trim and a form fitting, long sleeved top
that exposed my belly. My hair was tied up in a high ponytail that
dropped down in big, bouncy curls and held in place with long, streaming,
pink and white ribbons. On my feet were white trainers with pink details
and white, knee length socks. The look was completed with the pink and
white pom poms that were tied to my hands. I couldn't drop them if I
tried. Melody attached a pink leash to my shock collar and led me out of
the room.
The building that we were in must have been huge. It was a maze of grand
corridors with elegant chandeliers and expensive looking paintings. I was
led around them, trying to make a mental map of where we were going (but
failing miserably) before going down a set of stairs and out through a
rear entrance into what looked to be acres and acres of land with an old
but huge looking forest about a half mile away. The building was mansion
sized. This must have been some kind of country estate.
To my right I saw Mike being led out by several men armed with hunting
rifles one of which was "Daddy". Mike was completely naked except for a
thick, metal collar. Probably a shock collar, although there was no need
for his to look pretty. Daddy was saying something to him.
"So this is what I have bought you for Mr Marsh. Ahead of you is a quite
dense forest from which you may be able to escape this place. I know
that's what you want. Me and my friends here are going to give you a ten
minute head start and then we're going to hunt you down. It's as simple
as that. And look," he said indicating me, "you have yourself a little
cheerleader. Come over here dear, show Mr Marsh your support." I looked
at Melody and she unclipped my leash.
I ran straight at Mike, my little skirt flapping around my legs, before I
leapt up at him, wrapping my arms around his thick, muscular neck. My
feet were well off the ground from here. He wrapped his arms around me
and I could tell then, the old Mike was still in there. I pulled back and
looked into his eyes. The same deep brown eyes that he had before. That
confirmed it for me.
"Oh Mike, what have they..." I started to ask before I felt that same
pain from my shock collar. Mike and I both collapsed to the floor in
pain.
"What have we told you Belle?" Daddy shouted at me. "PETS DON'T TALK."
"Enough of this anyway," Daddy continued. "Mr Marsh, your ten minutes
start now!"
Mike struggled up from the ground, gave me a quick sympathetic look
before running towards the trees. And boy, could he run. Such speed and
power. At that point I genuinely thought that they had misjudged him,
that he could easily get away from this place. Ten minutes later, Daddy
and his friends jumped in a 4x4 pick up truck, with a cage on the back
and followed him.
"Oh don't worry Belle," Melody said as she clipped her leash back on me.
"They're only using tranquilliser guns. Daddy just paid five million
pounds for your friend, he's not going to kill him. There's also an
electrified fence surrounding that forest, it's impossible for him to
escape. Daddy isn't going to tell him that though," she continued.
Sure enough, less than an hour later, Daddy and his friends were coming
back in their pick up truck with Mike in the back.
"Well that was the most exciting hunt I have been on in a long time."
Daddy seemed pleased. "And I believe he's only going to become a more
devious prey the more times we hunt him." That was the last I saw of Mike
for a long time.
So that's how my days went. I'd wake up. Piss and shit into a litter
tray, eat cat food and drink milk before Melody would get me dressed up
for the day. Always some kind of costume. Always something very feminine.
Always pink. Sometimes I'd be a ballerina, sometimes a nurse, sometimes a
saloon girl. Once she had me dressed like a bridesmaid while she paraded
around in a wedding dress for the day.
I started to feel a bit sorry for Melody. She didn't go to school,
college or university. She never had any friends over and she never went
out. It seemed like her only friend was me. And I was here against my
will.
I tried my best to not act like a prisoner though. Whenever she stroked
me I'd purr and I'd always try to act happy when she showed me the outfit
for the day. I got the impression that even Daddy believed that I was
happy to be here, even though I was still always trying to figure out an
escape plan. They'd never had to use the shock collar on me since that
day with Mike.
The days just seemed to blend into each other now. I had no idea how long
I had been there. Had it been weeks? Even months? It wouldn't surprise me
if it was pushing a year.
One day Daddy walked in while Melody was brushing my hair.
"Pumpkin," he said, "I need to talk to you about something."
"Sure thing Daddy," Melody replied.
"I have a problem with Mr Marsh," he started. "I believe he has figured
out that he's not escaping from here and he's become despondent. It's
like he's not even trying in the hunts anymore. I need a new carrot to
dangle in front of him. I need to borrow Belle."
"Belle?" Melody asked surprised. My ears pricked up at this. "Why?"
"You saw what they were like that day," he said. "They obviously care for
each other. I believe that I can offer time with Belle as an incentive
for him performing better in the hunt again. I want you to get her
looking beautiful for tonight. I want him to see what he'll be missing
out on if he doesn't play ball."
Melody grinned at me like the cat that got the cream. "Oh Belle, this is
going to be amazing. I've been saving a dress for an occasion just like
this!" She got up and started rummaging around in her walk in closet.
"Do you know why I named you Belle?" she asked. Obviously not wanting a
reply. I hadn't spoken a word in ages. She continued. "My favourite movie
growing up was Beauty and the Beast. I doubt you'll have seen it because
you used to be an icky boy but the heroine was called Belle. Anyway,
tonight is going to be just like a scene from that movie, when Belle
gives Beast a chance. You are going to look soooo beautiful as you go to
meet your beast" she finished as she pulled out the most elaborate dress
I had ever seen. I didn't even know how I was going to walk in it.
Hours later, Melody deemed me ready. The dress I was wearing was a huge
pink meringue of a dress with dozens of petticoats underneath to hold the
shape. Short, off the shoulder sleeves joined in the centre with a small
rose and the skirt was decorated with ruffles and ribbons. My hair was in
loose waves and curls, tumbling over my right shoulder. My make up made
me look so elegant. I looked closer to twenty years old rather than
fifteen. On my feet were sparkly pink pumps with a four inch heel and
pink opera gloves covered my arms leaving only the slightest amount
naked.
"What do you think?" Melody asked. I was gob smacked. Even if I was
allowed to talk I think I would have been speechless. "Here's the look I
was going for," she said as she showed me the DVD cover of Beauty & the
Beast. My word, except for the fact that I had cat features and that I
was dressed in pink instead of yellow, I would have been a doppelg?nger
for this 'Belle'. I had no idea of what Mike would make of this. Melody
clipped her leash onto the collar and led me out of the room and through
the maze of corridors as I lifted the front of my skirts up to avoid
tripping up. This was not easy to maneuver in, the skirt was as wide as
the corridor.
We stopped outside a set of double doors.
"Now Belle," Melody began, "while it's just you and Mike, I'm going to
let you talk and remember what Daddy said, you need to make it worth his
while to keep trying in the hunt," she finished as she opened the double
doors, unclipped my leash, and closed the doors behind me.
The room was dimly lit with some quiet, classical music playing in the
background. I could see Mike sitting on a sofa in the centre of the room.
He had been given a pair of trousers for tonight, like me, they needed a
hole at the back to allow for his tail, but he was still topless and
still had his collar on. He stared at me. I couldn't read his reaction.
"Mike?" I asked quietly. It was weird hearing my own voice.
Mike got up and started walking towards me, I gathered my skirts and ran
towards him as he picked me up by my waist and swung me around. I
snuggled my face into his neck as I burst into tears. I was so happy to
see him and he me. For the first time in ages, I wasn't alone in this
nightmare.
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