A little trip…

She was ashamed of her new self. To be aroused by this man she hated. She… hated herself. She hated the fact that she craved this man, that she wanted to submit to him. The she had once been him. “You… bastard.” It was difficult to say. Perhaps because of the mental conditioning.

Perhaps because of the pheromones. She knew that a part of her wanted to be dominated by him… to be his little bitch… used… fucked. Gods, a part of her wanted to be fucked by him. It terrified and excited her. “Fuck…” she swore.

“Later pet,” the fake Senator promised as he took her leash and led her naked out of the room towards the elevator. She had to move to keep up with him. “Now your mental conditioning will prevent you from revealing who you or I am, but I will need your assistance navigating your life. At least at the start. You will cooperate.” He stated as the lift opened and they entered. They descended to the basement car park. He removed the keys to her car. “Anthropet wish to ensure a favourable outcome from the Senste Sub-Committee review. Your stance on the legal status of Anthropets as legal persons under the law worried them. I will make sure those worries are addressed… sadly this will mean you remain a non-person. Such a pity,” he laughed as he pressed the lock for his car and listened for the beep. “Where did you park?” he asked.

She pointed sullenly, his proximity causing her growing arousal. He moved in the indicated direction, continuing to ulick the doors until he saw the car lights flashing in unison with the unlocking beep. He opened the passenger door and pushed her in, fastening her seat belt snug between her breasts. He sat behind the wheel and started the engine.

He deadlocked her door and then drove up to the security station. The metal grate doors rolled upwards as a security guard exited his booth, checked his tablet and then inspected the vehicle and its occupants with a flash light. The beam lingered on the cat girls breasts and sex, much to her embarrassment.

“Clear.” He said and the car moved forward, the first security gate closing and the second opening to a loud protesting mob.

The false Senator pulled out into traffic as the protestors yelled at her and thumped the hood of the car with ire and hate. She observed the layered security and the protestors with unease. They weren’t protesting Anthropet rights. They were protesting their very existence. Sneaking back in past the protestors and ironclad security to get her body back looked impossible. He headed for the highway, turning the vehicle to autodrive. She sat quietly, not daring to speak, conscious of his scent in the enclosed space of the car. Her nipples were hardening and her sex was hot and moist.. She fingered the collar about her neck. She should remove it… but then what. Jump up of a car driving at 100mph?! The door was locked anyway. He drove in silence for a while, before speaking. "We're almost there," he informed her.

She looked around. They were heading west, away from the city. The traffic seemed lighter here. She noticed the signs for the interstate highways and wondered where they were heading. "I have a surprise for you -“