“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine!” Roxanne trilled merrily as she whipped the sheet off the cage in the corner of her room. The girl inside groaned as she raised her head in response, finding her cheek and the mattress wet with saliva that had drooled from her mouth throughout the night.

Stephanie ached all over, partly from being forced into a foetal position by the confines of the cage, but mainly from having her arms tied against her body and her jaw stretched by the ballgag lodged behind her teeth. She shuffled onto her knees facing the cage door in anticipation of release and the opportunity to stretch her tortured limbs.

“I am going to let you out and untie you, then we can get ready for the day,” Roxanne said, “but first, I want to show you this.” She had an iPad in her hand, and she tapped a few buttons before turning it to Stephanie so that she could watch the video she had started.

“This was made by someone I know who does cinematography,” she went on as the film began, “he wants to be a wildlife cameraman, and he saw this as a challenge - capturing wild nocturnal creatures in difficult night-time conditions. I’d say he did a pretty good job, wouldn’t you?”

The screen showed a dark, deserted road cutting through a forest. The headlights of a car come into view, approach, then come to a halt in the layby on the opposite side of the road. The driver and passenger, a boy and girl, get out and walk to the rear, where the boy opens the boot of the car.

The camera slowly zooms in on the girl, in animated discussion with the boy, although their conversation can’t be heard. After a couple of minutes of this, the girl takes off her dress and puts it in the car. After more discussion, she strips out of her underwear and then shoes, dropping everything into the car and standing naked, before holding out her arms. The hands of the boy appear in shot, tying the girl’s wrists. Then the camera pans as the girl is dragged away into the woods.

The image cuts and now shows the girl with her arms above her, tied to a tree and struggling unsuccessfully for release. The camera roams over her naked body, providing high quality close-ups of her breasts and her patch of pubic hair, before coming to rest on her face. Fin.

Stephanie watched the video, unable to tear her gaze away, despite every second being horribly familiar. When it had finished, she looked up into Roxanne’s smiling face.

“You wouldn’t want your parents, or your friends and family, to see that, would you? Or have it emailed to everyone in the University - students, lecturers, tutors, admin staff, even the Vice Chancellor… that would be terrible, so embarrassing!

“It doesn’t have to come to that, of course. It’s not what you want, it’s not what I want,” Roxanne continued in what seemed to be a conciliatory tone. “I can save you from all that. All you need to do is do exactly what I tell you to do. Then this will be our little secret. Otherwise…”

A sense of abject horror gripped Stephanie as she realised that she was being blackmailed. Even though she knew that she had been forced to take part in the awful events of the previous night, the film she had just watched showed none of that, and would be interpreted as consensual participation in a perverted sex game by many who viewed it. Cameron was not identifiable on the video, but she most certainly was. She would be an outcast, a pariah, and the subject of salacious gossip. It would ruin her time at university, and possibly the rest of her life. She knew that her only option was to give in and pay the ransom demand, whatever it was.

Roxanne, seeing this all play out across Stephanie’s face, smiled in triumph, knowing that she had the other exactly where she wanted. She unlocked the cage and helped her victim to crawl out and stand up.

“Now, I’m going to remove the gag,” Roxanne explained, “but I don’t want all your questions, or whinges, or crying. You will only talk when I ask you a question, or when I give you permission to speak. And when you do speak, you will address me as ‘Mistress’. Understand?” Stephanie nodded her head, knowing that she was defeated. She stretched her jaw tentatively when the gag was removed, then rubbed her arms to get the circulation going again as the rope was untied.

“Well? Answer the question!” Roxanne demanded.

“Yes… Mistress,” Stephanie mumbled reluctantly, resisting the natural urge for fight or flight, recognising that she was trapped.

“Good girl,” the other said condescendingly, stroking the naked girl’s cheek, daring her to flinch. “This is going to be so much fun! I’ve always wanted a pet, ever since I was a kid, but my parents refused. I dreamt about playing with it, feeding it, training it. Now you’re going to be my little kitten. I think I’ll call you Pussy!” An expression of bemused disbelief crossed Stephanie’s face as she listened to this, wondering what on earth the girl was talking about. Whatever it was, she knew she was going to have to endure the consequences.

“Okay, first things first,” Roxanne went on, “every pet needs a collar. I’ve got you a pretty one!” As she said this, she held up a pink leather band and put it around Stephanie’s neck. It was a genuine pet collar, although one large enough for a large dog rather than a tiny kitten.

“Oh, that’s so cute!” she exclaimed, admiring the nametag dangling from the D-ring at the front bearing the word PUSSY. Stephanie felt the collar fastened uncomfortably tight, but did not dare to reach up and loosen it, instead trying not to show her unhappiness and helplessness at being treated as a mere plaything.

“Now, time for some training,” Roxanne continued. “Kneel down for me, pet… That’s it, sit on your heels… now put your hands behind your back, try to touch your elbows together and thrust out your breasts for me, present them for my inspection… Very good! Now, spread your knees about shoulder-width apart… No, wider.” At this point, she pushed her pet’s knees out to the required position with her foot, kicking against the inside of her thighs until she complied. She moved her foot up between the other’s legs until the top of her shoe was pressing against her pussy.

“That’s it, display your goodies for me,” she murmured, “it belongs to me now, to do with as I please.” As she said this, she moved her foot backwards and forwards, rubbing the laces of her trainer against the soft flesh until Stephanie began to gasp in shock and surprise as her body reacted. Roxanne continued to do this for several minutes and, when she pulled her foot away, the front of her trainer was slick with Stephanie’s juices.

“Oh, naughty Pussy, you’ve made a mess. You’d better lick it clean!” Stephanie stared up at Roxanne in disbelief but, from the implacable expression she saw, knew she had no choice but to obey. Reluctantly, she bent forward and ran her tongue over the smooth surface of the shoe. Trying to block the disgusting taste from her mind, she licked the trainer until she was sure it must be clean. Fighting the urge to be sick, she straightened back up into her kneeling position.

“That is Position One, pet,” Roxanne informed her, “remember it, and assume that position whenever I say ‘Position One!’ Understand?”

“Yes… Mistress,” Stephanie replied meekly.

“Tell me your name, pet,” Roxanne barked suddenly, “and what you will do for me!”

“My name?” Stephanie asked, looking up in confusion, before realising what the other girl was driving at. Reluctantly, she continued.

“My name… is… Pussy… Mistress. I will do… Whatever you command.” Once again, she was forced to acknowledge the humiliating position into which she had been manoeuvred, one in which she could do nothing but obey.

“Very good, Pussy, you are such a delight,” Roxanne smiled condescendingly. “Now, stand up! Hands in the small of your back, thrust out your breasts again, spread your feet shoulder-width apart! That is Position Two.” Roxanne stepped in front of Stephanie and, reaching up, fondled her breasts intimately and at length, squeezing and crushing them, rubbing and tweaking her nipples until they were erect. After several minutes, her hand moved down across Stephanie’s flat stomach and grabbed between her legs.

Stephanie let out a squeal of surprise at the sudden assault, which was accompanied by a finger thrusting into her. She searched Roxanne’s face for some sign of meaning for the attack, but saw only cold, cruel eyes. Suddenly, still gripping the girl’s sex firmly in one hand, she slapped her hard across the cheek with the other. Stephanie reeled, clutching her hands to her face.

“Don’t stare at me, that is so insolent!” Roxanne shouted. “Resume the position and avert your eyes, like a properly submissive pet!” With tears welling in her eyes, Stephanie put her hands behind her back again, repositioned her feet, and looked down at the floor, blushing furiously.

“That’s better,” the Mistress said more calmly. She took her fingers from the girl’s pussy and held them in front of her nose. “Lick,” she ordered and, when Stephanie reluctantly opened her mouth, pushed them inside and felt the girl’s tongue sliding across them.

“I don’t want to have to discipline you like that, pet,” she explained quietly, while idly stroking the cowed girl’s body as if she owned it, “but it will probably be necessary in these early days as you learn your proper position and duties. Let’s continue with the training. Position One!” After a moment’s hesitation, Stephanie scrambled to get down on her knees and into the correct pose.

“Now, go on to all fours, head held high but eyes on the ground… Arch your back, push out your delectable behind… That’s it… Keep your knees the same distance apart as before. That is Position Three. Very nice.” As she said this, Roxanne fondled Stephanie’s upturned buttocks, allowing her fingers to delve between them and stroke the glistening vagina lips in clear view.

“Just one more position to learn now, pet,” Roxanne continued, “just let your head down until your cheek is almost against the carpet, leaving your arse up in the air. That’s it, perfect! Position Four.” Stephanie felt the fingers, which had been playing at her love entrance during this repositioning, move back, and she was shocked to feel her anus suddenly, and quite violently, penetrated.

She let out a cry of surprise and pain, but Roxanne buried her middle and ring fingers as far as they could go in her pet’s fundament. Bringing her other hand down, she forced three fingers into Stephanie’s vagina, bringing a scream from her. Stretching her mercilessly, Roxanne worked until all four fingers and her thumb were inside, and she began to force her knuckles to follow.

“Oh God, please, no!” Stephanie cried as Roxanne finally forced her whole hand into her vagina. “Stop! Please! Mistress! That’s so painful! I’ll do anything! Just… Please stop!”

“I know you will, Pussy,” Roxanne growled as she leaned over and held down her struggling victim, “you’re mine! My pet, my sex slave, my actual slave, whatever I want! I said there were only four positions, but I lied. I didn’t tell you about this one yet.” Stephanie felt both pain and relief when Roxanne withdrew her hand, along with the fingers which had been in her rectum, and pushed the traumatised girl onto her back. She stood up and quickly stripped out of her clothes, then stood with a foot on either side of Stephanie’s head, looking down at her.

“Position Five, pet,” Roxanne said, “time to eat some pussy, Pussy!” Stephanie could only watch helplessly as Roxanne’s hairy snatch came down towards her and clamped over her face.

Thirty minutes later, Stephanie was kneeling submissively on the carpet, exercising her aching jaw and surreptitiously trying to pick the pubic hairs from between her teeth. Roxanne was lying sprawled on the bed, trying to get her breath back.

“That was pretty amazing for your first time, pet,” she panted breathlessly, “you got some game! Of course, practice makes perfect, and you are going to get lots of practice! Now, let’s go eat. I’m starving!” She pulled on her leggings and a top, not bothering with underwear, then put on a warm coat. “Let’s go.”

“B-but, Mistress,” Stephanie stammered when she saw the other girl open the door into the hall, “I can’t go like this! I’ve got no clothes. I’m naked!”

“Hmm, you’re right,” Roxanne replied, looking at the naked girl as if seeing the problem for the first time, “I don’t have anything for you to wear. But hang on a minute…” She cast her eyes around the room until she saw the large refuse bin in the corner. She pulled the black plastic liner out and, after tipping the contents back into the bin, carefully ripped it into two parts.

“Here,” she said, tossing the strips of thin plastic sheeting to Stephanie impatiently, “make yourself decent with that. And be quick about it!” Stephanie hurriedly wrapped one piece around her hips, tying it in a knot on one side, then used the other to cover her chest, knotting it tightly between her breasts. With a glance, Roxanne declared herself satisfied with the makeshift bikini and, clipping a leash to her pet’s collar, led her out of the room and down the corridor.

When they reached the exit to the building, Stephanie looked up at the glowering, slate grey sky, the wind whipping through the treetops, and the rain coming down at an almost horizontal angle, and stopped dead in her tracks, not believing that they would go out into the winter weather with her with only two flimsy strips of plastic to protect her. But Roxanne buttoned up her coat and turned up the collar, before opening the door and dragging Stephanie out by the leash.

It was even colder than it had looked from inside. Stephanie’s bare skin instantly became a field of goosebumps as the bitter wind rushed up under her makeshift skirt and froze her pussy. She hugged herself and rubbed her arms to keep her circulation going, but nothing could stop the sharp needles of rain stinging as they were driven into her face and swept across her stomach. The cold transmitted itself into her body via her bare feet as they walked over the wet paving, with the occasional arrow of pain shooting through her when she stood on a loose stone.

It only took them about ten minutes to reach their destination, but Stephanie had already reached the limit of endurance by then, and she almost fell to the floor in exhaustion when they made it inside, out of the harsh conditions.

Roxanne had brought her to the Red Onion, the on-campus cafe and meeting point. It supplied the impecunious students with affordable coffee, while it’s all day full English breakfast was famous for its value for money as much as its taste. Stephanie was grateful to see that the place was deserted, except for a group of about a dozen girls in one corner. She realised with trepidation that these were Roxanne’s gang of sycophantic hangers-on, and reluctantly allowed herself to be led towards them.

“Roxy! How are you, darling?” the blonde known to Stephanie as Greta simpered as they approached. “And who is your little friend? Loving the punk outfit!” The other girls made noises of curiosity and interest, and Stephanie felt the eyes of the group upon her.

“Why don’t you tell them your name, pet,” Roxanne smiled, sitting down at a table and turning to look back at the now isolated newcomer to the group. “Tell them what you are, and what you do for me.” Stephanie blushed as they all stared at her, waiting for her response.

“M-my name is… Pussy,” she replied eventually, her quiet, submissive tone quite clear in the rapt silence. “I am… my Mistress’ pet, and I do whatever she commands.” There was a general gasp of surprise and delight through the group.

“Well said, pet,” Roxanne said smugly, “now come, Position One!” She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor in front of her, making it very obvious that she expected instant obedience. Blushing even harder, Stephanie moved forward and knelt on the linoleum, trying to ignore the eyes boring into her, and the sniggers and comments she heard around her. As she splayed her thighs, the ragged hem of her plastic sash rose alarmingly, threatening to expose her nakedness beneath.

“Let’s eat!” Roxanne ordered, getting an enthusiastic response. One of the girls went up to the counter to order for all of them - Stephanie wasn’t included - and they all sat down to discuss their leader’s new toy.

“She’s just adorable,” Greta opined, to general agreement, “where did you find her?”

“Oh, I spied her around campus and took a fancy to her,” Roxanne replied casually, “I had Cameron arrange for her to become my pet. I’ve only just taken her on, but she’s a quick learner. I think she’ll be a lot of fun.” Stephanie felt tears coming to her eyes as she listened to them discussing her like some kind of animal.

When the food arrived, the girls finally turned away from the novelty kneeling before them and concentrated on eating. Stephanie suddenly realised how hungry she was as she watched the others tuck in to bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns, beans and toast, all washed down with coffee. Her stomach rumbled in protest, but nobody noticed or cared. Eventually, when they had all finished, Roxanne looked down at Stephanie’s unhappy expression.

“Oh, I’m a bad Mistress, I haven’t fed my poor Pussy! Hey, Penny, put all the leftovers together, will you?” One of the girls scraped the remaining bacon rinds, burnt pieces of sausage, unwanted hash browns and beans onto a single plate, making quite a pile. Roxanne placed the plate on the floor in front of Stephanie.

“There you go, pet, tuck in!” she said. Stephanie looked at the unappetising heap of discarded food but, rather than turn up her nose, licked her lips. She realised that, as she had not been given any cutlery, eating was going to be messy, but she didn’t care, she was just too hungry. She reached out to pick up a piece of sausage sitting on the top of the pile.

“I didn’t say you could take your hands from behind your back,” Roxanne snapped, “put them back! You can lean forward and just use your mouth.” Startled, the kneeling girl put her arm back behind her again and tentatively leaned forward over the plate and lowered her face to the food. She felt totally humiliated to be forced to eat like an animal, but as soon as she tasted the food in her mouth, she couldn’t stop herself. Soon, she was guzzling the leftovers with little concern for what her audience might think of her and, by the time she had eaten most of it, she knew she had juice smeared all over her face, including on her chin and even the end of her nose.

“Lick the plate clean, pet,” Roxanne instructed when she came up for air. Stephanie did as she was told, ignoring the sniggers of the girls at her debasement.

“There, pet, I hope you enjoyed that,” Roxanne asked as she wiped Stephanie’s face with a paper towel.

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied with enthusiasm.

“Good. Now, what size shoe do you wear?”

“Er, size 5, Mistress,” Stephanie responded in some confusion, “why?” Roxanne ignored the question and turned back to the group.

“Who wears size 5 and can lend me a pair of sexy heels?” she asked the girls.

“I’ve got a really sexy pair of stripper heels you can have, Roxy,” one of the girls piped up cheerfully.

“Great, Tanya, bring them over this afternoon. I want to get Pussy ready for tonight’s party.” There was a general reaction of delight that the new girl would be at the party which, by the sound of it, they were all attending.

“Also, Caroline,” Roxanne continued, turning to one of the other girls, “could you come over and help me get her ready? I want to change her look a little.”

“I’d love to,” said the redheaded girl wearing rather more make up than was really necessary, “let me pick up my tools of the trade and I’ll be right over!” The group fell into an excited discussion about the boys who would be at the party that night. Stephanie felt a sense of dread creep over her as she wondered what her role at this party might be.

The meeting broke up a few minutes later and Roxanne led her pet on a leash back to the residential block.

“Go and take a shower, pet,” she ordered and, submissively, Stephanie took off the makeshift clothing she had been wearing and went into the ensuite bathroom. As she washed herself, she wondered how she was ever going to get herself out of this situation and get back to normal student life. She had essays to write in the next couple of days, and she had no idea how long Roxanne intended to keep treating her like this, as her ‘pet’.

She was sure it was something the supercool girl would quickly become bored with, and Stephanie would just have to put up with it until that happened. All she could hope for was that it wouldn’t impact her academic performance by distracting her too much from her all-important studies.

“Position One,” Roxanne commanded when the naked girl emerged from the bathroom. She whipped away the towel when she knelt down, viewing her smooth, delicate skin with appreciation. She was just thinking about taking advantage of that delectable body when there was a knock on the door.

“Caroline, thanks for helping out,” Roxanne said as she ushered the girl into the room, “I want to utilise what you’ve learned on your Hair and Beauty course.”

“No worries, I can always use new victims- I mean clients - to practice on,” Caroline replied, looking down eagerly at the kneeling nude. “What did you have in mind?” The two girls talked at some length in low whispers while looking at Stephanie who, unable to overhear their conversation, was becoming more and more nervous as the discussion continued.

“Okay, let’s get started,” Caroline said enthusiastically, “sit in this chair for me, Pussy.” Stephanie sat on the cold, straight-backed steel framed chair, very aware of her own nakedness in front of the other girl. Caroline laid out scissors, combs, clippers and clips, ready to begin.

“Hold on a second,” Roxanne interrupted, “there’s something I want to do first.” She went over to a chest of drawers and, to Stephanie’s alarm, pulled out a number of ropes.

“Please, Mistress,” Stephanie pleaded, “you don’t need to tie me up, I’ll let her do whatever you want.”

“I’m not doing this because I have to, pet,” Roxanne replied as she approached the trembling girl, “I’m doing it because I want to. Now, put your arms behind the chair.” As she did so, Stephanie felt the rope bite into her skin as it was wrapped tightly around her wrists, before being cinched and tied to the back of the seat. She felt more rope being applied around her elbows and her arms being pulled together until her forearms were pressing against each other, forcing her shoulders back and make her push out her chest lewdly.

Soon, rope was being wound around her body, pinning her to the chair. The bonds were applied as tightly as possible, alternately entwining the her above and below her breasts, until she could hardly take a breath never mind wriggle or break free.

Roxanne tied her legs, using the rope to bind her ankles to the back legs of the chair, before tying her thighs just above the knee, pulling them wide apart on the seat.

“There, all done,” she said with a wicked smile, running her hands over Stephanie’s taut, restrained body. “She’s all yours, Caroline.”

“Thanks,” the trainee hairdresser and beautician said, “I must say I’ve never worked on someone like this before, but I could get used to it!” She began snipping away at Stephanie’s long, straight black hair, quickly transforming it into the style Roxanne had stipulated.

Stephanie couldn’t see what was happening, but she could see her hair falling to the floor in copious amounts, she could feel the air on her ears as they were exposed and, when Caroline used the clippers, she could feel the bristles on her neck and the sides of her head. She had always worn her hair long, ever since she had been a small child and her mother had insisted on it, so she felt more than a little concerned at this radical change.

After cutting, trimming and shaving, Caroline applied mousse to what remained, and then stood back to allow Roxanne to examine her handiwork.

“That looks amazing,” Roxanne enthused, “just while you’re at it, can you get rid of this?” She ran her fingers through Stephanie’s pubic bush.

“No problem,” Caroline replied, “although you might need to adjust her bondage to give me better access.”

“We can do that,” Roxanne mused. She untied Stephanie’s legs and made her stand with legs akimbo and the chair off the floor behind her, still bound to her arms and upper body. Caroline could now use the clippers and razor to quickly remove all traces of hair from her Venus mound, plucking out the last few stubborn remainers with tweezers. When the job was done, Roxanne re-tied her pet to the chair, somehow making the ropes even tighter.

Caroline proceeded with the make-up next, again following the instructions given to her by Roxanne. Stephanie was surprised by how long this took. She rarely wore make-up and, when she did, it didn’t take her more than a few minutes to apply a little mascara and lip gloss. But here, it seemed to go on for hours, with different brushes and applicators.

Eventually, it was over and, to Stephanie’s relief, Roxanne brought a mirror over to show her what had been done. When she saw her reflection, she was astonished by the transformation, and could only stare at the image in horrified fascination.

She had been given a short back and sides haircut, with razor-sharp edging of the clipped hair at her neck and sideburns, leaving the area immediately around her ears entirely shaved. Above this severe base, the hair on top was thick and moussed into a carefully random spiky design. It was actually very stylish and sexy, but Stephanie was having difficulty appreciating it because of what she saw below.

Everything about the make-up job was spectacular. Her whole face had been washed with a sandy-coloured foundation, while her eyes had been outlined with thick, black mascara and adorned with heavy false eyelashes, drawing the attention to their dark brown centres. Shiny black make-up had been applied to the end of her nose and the line between her septum and upper lip. The top lip itself had been outlined and extended on either side with a heavy lip liner, with the heart of the top lip and the entire bottom lip highlighted with dark red glossy lipstick. Black spots had been added above her mouth, with whiskers drawn spreading across her cheeks. Finally, her forehead was sprinkled with an array of black shapes, designed to represent leopard spots.

Roxanne fitted an Alice band with black velvet triangles attached to it, and the effect was complete. Stephanie looked like some rare and fierce exotic feline creature. The pink leather collar below even seemed appropriate now, restraining the wild animal she had become.

“Oh my…” Stephanie murmured, stunned by the dramatic transformation. As she continued to stare at herself and take it all on board, there was another knock at the door.

“Hi, Roxy, I’ve brought those shoes you - holy fuck, that is so hot!” It was Tanya and, as she entered the room, she was awestruck by the sight of Roxanne’s naked slave made up and tied to the chair. Meanwhile, Roxanne took the high heels Tanya had brought.

“You weren’t joking when you said these were stripper heels, were you?” Roxanne said. “Have you ever actually worn them yourself? They look really difficult to walk in.” The shoes were basically silvery, strappy sandals, but with 2 inch platform soles made of clear plastic and 7 inch perspex stiletto heels.

“Only twice,” the other girl admitted with a rueful smile, “but I didn’t spend much time on my feet, if you know what I mean. I also brought these, in case you wanted to use them.” She unfurled a pair of fishnet stockings and handed them to Roxanne.

“Perfect,” Roxanne said enthusiastically, “let’s get her dressed.” Stephanie was relieved when she was untied from the chair, and she pulled on the stockings and shoes without demur. She had never worn anything higher than a kitten heel, so felt as if she was balancing on stilts in the vertiginously extreme footwear.

Roxanne took out the costume she had bought for her pet to wear to the party, and passed it to Stephanie. She looked at the flimsy garments uncertainly, before resignedly squeezing herself into them. First, she stepped into the black, shiny bikini bottoms, which she realised were made of super-thin latex rubber, and she had to be careful not to tear them. They were a very tight fit, and she struggled to pull them up over her hips. When they were finally in the correct position, Stephanie saw that they were very high cut at both back and front, leaving her thighs and buttocks largely exposed, while rising to a relatively high waist.

The other piece was a simple band, in the same shiny black latex, and she clipped it around her chest, covering and restraining her breasts. When she looked down at her body, Stephanie could see that the bikini was so tight and the rubber so thin that the outline of her pussy lips and the bumps of her nipples were clearly outlined. Unable to contain herself, she ran her fingers over the sexy material, and saw her nipples instantly harden and press more urgently for release.

Now dressed in the bikini, fishnet stockings and high heels, Stephanie knew that she had never looked sexier in her life and, despite her hatred of the situation into which she had been forced, revelled in the unexpected thrill she was feeling. She saw that the other three girls were staring at her hungrily, and she was surprised to find that she was enjoying knowing that she was the most desirable thing in the room. So this is what it is like to be them, she thought- the centre of attention of everyone around. She decided it was a feeling she liked.

“You look wonderful, pet,” Roxanne confirmed, drawing nods of agreement from the others, “now bend over and spread your buttocks for me.” Unsure why she had to do this, Stephanie simply complied without concerning herself with the possible consequences. From her position directly behind the girl, Roxanne could now see the hole in the bikini bottoms directly over her anus.

“Ah, Rosebud,” she murmured to the others, “I bet Citizen Kane would have loved to play with you.”

She now picked up the next item of her pet’s outfit. It was a long, black furry tail, attached to the largest butt plug she had ever encountered. She smeared it liberally with lubricant, then pushed it through the hole in the latex and eased it slowly into Stephanie’s rectum.

What started out for the girl as just a strange feeling quickly passed beyond discomfort into severe pain as the tapered device stretched her wider and wider. She let out a wail of distress as her Mistress forced the cone-shaped device deeper into her until she was sure that she would be torn open. Just when she could take no more, and her cries had mutated into strangled screams, the widest part of the large device entered her and her tortured sphincter closed gratefully around the small neck to which the tail was attached.

As she gingerly straightened up, Stephanie felt uncomfortably full, as if suffering the worst kind of constipation. The tail sprouted from between her buttocks and snaked up her back, shaped into a surprisingly natural position by the stiffening wires within.

“One last thing and then we’re finished,” Roxanne reassured her pet, “give me your hand and ball it into a fist, Pussy.” Stephanie held out her clenched fist and watched as her Mistress covered it with a tight-fitting black latex mitt, which had no fingers or thumb. She was surprised to find that the rubber held her so tightly that she couldn’t open her fingers and, with both hands now covered in this way, she could not break free. Roxanne gave a satisfied nod, seeing how they rendered her slave’s hands completely useless, preventing her from trying to remove the painfully uncomfortable monster filling her rectum.

The three dominant girls laughed as Stephanie tried in vain to get the latex wraps off her hands, or at least use what were now basically useless stumps to ease her discomfort.

“I need to get ready now,” Roxanne explained to her friends as she showed them the door, before turning her attention to her beautiful slave. “As for you, you can go in your cage until it’s time to go.” She guided the cat-girl towards the cage and watched as she crawled into the confined space with barely a protest or hesitation. As she padlocked the door, she felt very happy at how quickly she had subdued this formerly independent young woman. Looking forward with excited anticipation to the party that evening, she headed for the shower.

A couple of hours later, Roxanne had donned her finest party dress and war paint, and was ready to head out. She released Stephanie from the cage and, clipping the leash to her collar, led the way from her dormitory building across campus to the house at which the party was being held.

“Hi! Roxanne, isn’t it? And… Wow, who’s your beautiful companion?” The door was opened by Felipe, one of the three final year students renting the house. Roxanne knew him as the ultimate cool guy, her number one target for getting with that evening, with the hope of making a possible one night stand into a more long-term and meaningful relationship.

“Please, call me Roxy,” she countered coquettishly, “and this is Pussy, my pet.”

“I’m impressed, you have a girl as a pet,” he commented with interest, “how did that come about?”

“Oh, I always get what I want,” she replied provocatively, giving him an encouraging smile. “Right now, I want a slow, comfortable screw against the wall - is that something you can do for me, Felipe? The cocktail, that is.”

“I’m not sure about the cocktail, but I can certainly help you out when it comes to screwing against the wall. Come in and let me make you comfortable!” Roxanne strutted into the hallway, pulling Stephanie along behind her on the leash.

The house was already full of partygoers, a mixture of final year boys and gorgeous girls from all stages of their university career, and the cat-girl quickly became the centre of attention, along with the woman leading her around on a chain, very much in charge. Felipe introduced them to his housemates, Craig and Marcus, leaving Stephanie with them while he concentrated on chatting with the clearly dominant and very sexy Roxanne.

Stephanie found herself surrounded by people eager to engage her in conversation, but she was unable to answer them, Roxanne having previously told her that she was not to talk to anyone at the party. She had to maintain an air of exotic mystery, as if she really was some kind of wild animal-girl from a far-off land. This seemed to intrigue the party people, who crowded around and stared at her, passing comment, some even reaching out and touching her as if she were a sculpture or an objet d’art.

As the party went on and the drink flowed, the frequency and intrusiveness of the touching increased. Having started out flattered by the attention she was receiving, Stephanie became self-conscious and unhappy about the increasingly intrusive prodding, pinching and fondling, and wished desperately that there was something she could do to stop it.

But she was under orders from Roxanne to ‘go with the flow and just let whatever happens, happen.’ She could tell by the look which accompanied these seemingly innocent words that any resistance on her part would only result in severe consequences.

Eventually, Roxanne herself re-appeared, accompanied by a gaggle of acolytes, including the girls from the coffee shop earlier. She came over to her pet-slave and gave her a warm smile.

“This is a great party, isn’t it, pet?” she said, stroking the girl’s cheek, “everybody really loves you! Let’s show them what you can do - Position Two!” Stephanie immediately put her hands behind her back, spread her feet, arched her back, and looked submissively at the floor. The group of partygoers around them gave a few hoops and hollers, accompanied by a smattering of applause.

Roxanne, having acknowledged the reaction of the crowd, stepped in front of Stephanie. She reached around her and, unfastening the clip of her bra top, pulled it away. The startled girl went to cover herself with her bound hands, but her Mistress barked an order to ‘maintain the position!’ and, cowed, she put her arms back behind her. The students surrounding her expressed their appreciation of the enhanced display, and waited eagerly to see what would come next.

Stephanie watched in mounting horror as Roxanne brought out a ring gag and proceeded to fit it to the startled girl, jamming it behind her teeth and, pulling the strap as tight as it would go, buckling it behind her head. With her mouth now gaping wide, she could only guess what further indignities awaited her.

“Position Three!” With barely a moment’s hesitation, Stephanie got down on her balled hands and fishnet-stockinged knees before the roomful of delighted onlookers. Taking two wide leather belts from her bag, Roxanne strapped each of Stephanie’s ankles to the corresponding thigh, leaving her balanced on her knees and unable to stand up again. She enjoyed watching the bound girl trying to understand and come to terms with her new situation, something that she was obviously struggling with.

As the final part of the display of her pet, Roxanne reached between her legs and pulled the two sides of the split crotch latex panties apart, exposing the girl’s plump pussy lips to the enthralled group around them. Satisfied with her work, she sought out Felipe and, after a brief whispered conversation, linked arms with him and headed for the stairs.

“Hey, guys,” she said as she reached the door, “I’m leaving Pussy in your safe hands for a while. She likes to play, like any kitten, so I hope you’ll keep her entertained. I know she’d love to entertain you!” With that, she led her eager conquest off towards the bedroom.

Stephanie looked anxiously at the faces around her, seeing the lust, as well as amusement, as they assessed the prize they had been given. Suddenly, the earlier groping she had endured seemed like a fond memory of a more innocent time, as she became the centre of a scene of bacchanalian debauchery. Within moments, she felt herself being penetrated from behind, while she was simultaneously choking on the phallus thrust into her throat. Meanwhile, the other partygoers paired off and, with clothes flying in all directions, began to really enjoy the party.

Several hours and many sexual adventures later, Roxanne wearily, but happily, wandered back downstairs to see what the others had been up to all night. She was greeted by what looked like a scene from the aftermath of a Roman orgy, with naked, sleeping bodies strewn all around the room.

Her Pussy was at the centre of the devastation, flat on her back, thighs spread wide, but with legs still doubled up and restrained. Her face looked peaceful as she slept, despite the gag still stretching her mouth wide, and the copious quantity of cum splattered across it as well as dribbling from her lips.

“Come on, pet, we need to go home,” Roxanne whispered as she nudged the girl with the toe of her stiletto. She removed the gag, mitts, and leather belts, before handing her a towel to clean herself up, and the bikini top.

Stephanie wiped away the sticky detritus of a very event-filled night, and got dressed, thinking back over the last few hours. There had been sex, lots of sex, with more partners and in more positions than she had previously experienced in her sheltered life. She vaguely remembered the tail being removed at one point so that they could get access to another orifice. She also remembered when the girls she had met earlier, Caroline and Tanya, had taken it in turns to sit on her face and have her pleasure them orally.

As she stood before her Mistress, she was too tired to protest, and accepted the leash meekly, allowing herself to be led out of the house and into the cold air of the early morning. She shivered uncontrollably the whole way, and it was a relief to get into the warmth of Roxanne’s room. As she crawled into her cage, it almost felt like a sanctuary, a safe haven in which she could relax.

A few minutes later, Roxanne looked down on the sleeping form, curled up on the mattress, snuffling gently. She smiled to herself as she thought about how much fun she was going to have with her pet, as she gradually trained Pussy to satisfy all her needs…