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The beast girl heard a small series of footsteps moving nearby, but the slave continued her gaze towards the ground.  A hand in her hair made her 'jump' slightly for a moment in surprise, but a satisfied purr left the girls lips soon afterwards.

For the short time the hand remained on her head, Megstamia's concern, confusion, and pain disappeared into nothing as a sudden warmth filled her body. The wheat colored ears twitched happily as the kitten pressed her head back into the woman's hand, tail instinctively going behind the stranger and pulling them closer.

It wasn't that she forgot what had occurred, but that it didn't matter now.  She felt herself suddenly trusting the stranger.  [i][color=green]"Who's a good kitty?"[/color][/i]

The kitten wasn't sure why, but she felt like the best kitty.  Had she pleased someone?  An extended word quietly left her lips as she tried to speak coherently but ... [i][color=wheat]"Mmmmmeeeeeeeeeeewwww"[/color][/i] ... but failed.

Another voice interrupted, the cold tone indicating that her mistress was not pleased with what was occurring.  Hearing her new mistress speak like that made the cat girl jump slightly as she pulled away from the new woman, yellow eyes viewing her curiously.

A slender robed woman, with strangely colored hair.  A ring dotted each finger, the cat finding herself questioning the occupation of this woman.  [color=wheat][I]A mage perhaps?[/I][/color]  But the kitten realized that there were more important matters to attend to than the curiosity of a stranger.

The kitten obediently walked towards the wagon to within arm's reach of her mistress, ears and tail returning to their previous position as she waited to be punished.  The beatings tended to be more lenient if one approached before being asked to. An apology left her lips nervously. [color=wheat]"Mistress ... your property apologizes for allowing this ... Please be merciful in your ... just punishments to this creature."[/color]

The beast's eyes watered as she prepared to be hit, looking towards the floor of the wagon, downwards but not away from her mistress..  Having nearly no experience with this woman, she didn't know if a plea for mercy made her more kind or cruel ...

... after the previous day the kitten wasn't sure if she was becoming more tolerant of punishment or approaching the breaking point.  Some of the other slaves had simply snapped after a certain point, eyes emptily wondering the house as they obeyed orders seemingly without thought.