The next day

Auhthor's note: I revised this chapter as Lauren's escape felt unnecessary in the grand scope of things.

Additional note: I had to make another change because I felt like the full catification was a bit rushed. (That doesn't mean it won't happen, but it was a bit rushed :D)

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The woman torments you for hours, the skin on your breasts, chest, stomach and thighs bruised from the countless hits. After that she leaves you alone, and you finally get your escape chance.

You get your index finger to your thumb, and you detach the transparent lockpick from the nail, carefully painted to look the part. At first, you thought this would be a crazy idea. But a woman in this line of business needs to have a few tricks down her sleeve. And now that you have your secret weapon at hand, you feverishly start working on the cuffs so you could get out as soon as possible. But then suddenly the door opens, and you freeze from the terror.

"I just went for a cup of water," the woman says, and she starts hitting you with the crop. Thighs, breasts, chest, stomach. Stomach, chest, thighs, breasts. Breasts, chest, thighs stomach. All the while you scream "Mhm!" into your ballgag, the lockpick still at work in the hope that she wouldn't take note of your efforts.

"Do you have any idea by now who I am?" the woman asks, and she stops with the hits.

You shake your head, hoping that she would lean closer, as you are just about to get done with the lock. And she indeed leans closer, her warm breath all over your soft skin.

"I am Princess Amira Keith. Daughter of Prince Edgar Augustin Keith and younger sister of Princess Estella Keith. That's right. You are getting trained by royalty. And you are going to be my happy little ****, and you will get me the prototype, and you will continue to serve us among our pets in our estate once we get there," she says.

You prepare yourself to unlock the cuff and strike at her. Then at a sudden she reaches to your hand, and she twists the locpick from between your fingers.

"Very clever," she says, your heart and soul frozen at the very same moment.

You follow her with your eyes scared as she steps to one of the containers, and she takes out two items that at first glance seem like rubber bags. But these are not rubber bags, you quickly realize. These are the infamous zetan bondage mittens that are made of an incredibly sturdy material. Get locked into these and you can be sure as hell that you will spend the rest of your life in slavery.

"Mhm!!!" you grunt, and you struggle like hell against the frame. But you can't do anything.

"Originally I was saving the big moment when we arrived. But since you proved to be a lot more resourceful than I expected, I think it is time for you to get familiar with these."

For a second you hope that she would unlock your hands in order to secure the mittens. That she does, but only one by one so you couldn't do anything. The cuffs on your writs locked back to the frame the moment she is done.

"Mhm!" You grunt, as you try to get free of the monstrosities. But there is absolutely no way to get out of them. Your fate virtually sealed the moment they were locked on.

After that another humiliating moment comes, as Amira gets a syringe in her hand, and she pushes the needle into your soft skin. Of course, you know exactly what is being injected inside you: the infamous zetan **** serum. Capable to render even the toughest victim into a mindless toy.

"I will leave you alone until the changes take effect," Amira says, and she walks out of the cargo hold.

And both of you know that by the time she returns a different person would stand before her.