Turning her into a pet

The burning in her muscles from the restraints had just begun to subside when the collar activated again. Athena felt it immediately—a gnawing, insatiable hunger erupting within her. It was as if she hadn’t eaten in days, her stomach twisting in on itself with an ache so sharp it left her gasping.

The sudden return of her sense of smell made it worse. Scents flooded her nose—rich, savory aromas of roasted meats, fresh bread, and spiced desserts. Her mouth watered involuntarily, her heightened hunger magnifying each scent into an unbearable tease.

She staggered as the collar **** her to her knees. No sooner had she tried to push herself back up than a jolt zapped through her body, sharp and precise, driving her onto all fours. Her palms and knees pressed into the cold stone floor, her pride screaming louder than the ache in her stomach.

And then she felt it—the leash.

Morgan fastened it to the collar with a soft, almost mocking click. Athena’s blood boiled at the sound. The mighty descendant of an ancient race, reduced to this—to a crawling beast, tethered and humiliated. She wanted to rise, to tear the leash from Morgan’s hands, but every attempt was met with another zap of energy from the collar.

“You’ll have to find your meal, darling,” Morgan’s voice cooed above her, dripping with smug satisfaction. “Let’s see how well that nose of yours works now.”

Athena growled low in her throat but had **** but to comply. The collar’s magic tugged at her instincts, sharpening her sense of smell further. She caught the scent of food nearby—somewhere deeper in the palace.

Morgan tugged the leash, forcing Athena to crawl forward. Her hands and knees burned against the unyielding stone floor, her long, crimson locks falling in waves around her face. The movement made her body shift in ways she couldn’t control, her generous bust swaying beneath her with every step. Her pert, rounded rear arched slightly as she crawled, every inch of her flawless alabaster skin on display.

Her nostrils flared as she sniffed the air, the scent of roasted meat growing stronger. The humiliation of it all gnawed at her as fiercely as the hunger. She was Athena, a warrior and a goddess in her own right, and here she was—stripped, crawling, and leashed like an animal.

Morgan walked leisurely behind her, occasionally flicking the leash to steer her in a different direction. Athena’s body trembled with suppressed fury, her muscles taut with both hunger and the effort to keep her dignity intact. But every flick of the leash reminded her of her position, and every jolt from the collar reminded her of her helplessness.

They passed through grand halls and ornate chambers, each more opulent than the last. Athena could feel Morgan’s eyes on her, lingering on the curve of her hips, the smoothness of her back, the sway of her G-cup breasts as she crawled forward.

“Such a sight,” Morgan purred. “I might keep you like this.”

Athena’s fingers curled into fists against the floor, but she kept moving, her nose leading her closer to the source of the tantalizing scent.

Finally, they entered a room where the scent was overwhelming. A lavish feast was spread across a low table—roasted meats, golden loaves of bread, bowls of fruit glistening with juice. Athena’s stomach roared in response, and she lunged toward the table, her hunger overpowering her pride.

But the leash snapped taut, and Morgan pulled her back sharply. “Not yet,” she said, her voice honeyed but firm.

Athena froze, her body trembling with frustration and need. The food was right there, and yet she couldn’t reach it. Morgan crouched beside her, her fingers tracing along Athena’s jawline.

“You’ll eat when I say so,” Morgan whispered, her tone laced with cruel amusement. “For now, you’ll stay exactly where I want you—on your knees, looking up at me like the obedient little pet you are.”

Athena’s jaw clenched, her teeth grinding together as she fought the urge to lash out. But the collar buzzed again, a reminder of her helplessness. She stayed where she was, the scent of the feast tormenting her as Morgan’s hand tightened on the leash.