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A retired opera singer puts five famous pop-stars in their proper place.

(F/f+, celebrities, bondage, petgirl, mature, humiliation, nc)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

INTRO ♪

It's a peaceful night. Nothing breaks the tranquility, except the calm waves outside, and the medium volume of the big T.V. Of course, in a mansion as vast as this, everything is big compared to the average Joe. The first sound is explained by the fact that the secluded villa, hidden behind miles of trees, is located right next to a beautiful shore, a view to behold.

The reason for the second sound is, Madam always likes to relax on her comfy sofa chair, in front of the T.V, with a glass of fine wine, before going to bed. She always had the best red wine money could buy, and even though her health didn't let her indulge as much nowadays, she still savored that one glass, every night. On the sofa-chair's right side, a human silhouette can be seen, illuminated by the moonlight entering through the balcony door, and from the light of the T.V screen.

The person, a young woman, is curled up on the floor, dozing off, with her legs balled up close to her belly, and her crossed arms used as a pillow for her resting head. Upon closer inspection though, the girl's appearance became more and more strange, at least to an unsuspecting observer.

First of all, she was pretty much naked, apart from a few accessories that did little to hide any private parts, and a lot to either restrain her movements or dehumanize her. Her beautiful legs were covered with some thigh-high stockings, covered entirely with a silver grey, faux fur. At the top of the stockings, a short, grey leather strap, with a clip on either side of the legs, locked with a corresponding buckle, on the girl's lower calf. The belt's length left only enough slack for the calves to make about a 30 degree angle with the thighs, essentially forcing the girl to crawl on her knees at all times. The furry garments did not cover the wearer's feet, but rather ended at the ankles, then converged into the middle toe-finger. A small elastic band looped around it kept the stockings from slipping up or down.

The woman's arms also lacked freedom, albeit a little less. The same furry, silver grey pattern covered her arms like long gloves that went up to almost her armpits. But there were no gloves for her fingers to go through, only soft, paw mittens, covering her hands. This time, the top of the glove served as both a strap, to secure the gloves in place, and as another restraining mechanism, just like the one on her legs. This time, the length of the leather strap was longer, so that the elbow could move relatively freely, but not bend anywhere close to a straight arm. 120 degrees was the most. Another leather strap around the wrists ensured there was not a way the mittens could be pulled off with the rest of the "gloves".

If this appearance wasn't humiliating enough, the finishing touches on the girl's look certainly did the trick. A head harness, baring a mask, resembling very much a cat snout, with a cute pink nose and little whiskers on either side. Matching the previous items in color, the mask was securely strapped over the girl's face and buckled behind her head. It was narrow enough so that the young woman's mouth and tongue were still visible through the opening under the snout. Two straps went around the sides, while one came through the girl's eyes and across the middle of her head. Her blonde/brown hair fail down to her shoulders, not perfectly wavy or straight like she usually had them, but completely natural.

Additionally, an Alice band, featuring two cute cat ears, had been placed through her hair. Its teeth were foldable, so that the band gripped well on the hair, and could not be shaken off. A black leather collar with the name "Loli" was around her neck.

Finally, this cute, fuzzy and twisted cat-dress up wouldn't be complete without a tail. The grey fluffy tail was sticking out of the girl's rear, which was filled with a generously air-pumped butt plug, which also acted as the base for the long, furry tail.

Madam had another sip from her wine glass, as the news broadcaster was heard from the TV. "9 months have passed since the mysterious disappearance of superstar singer Taylor Swift. The pop-star idol had finished her world tour, and had last been seen vacationing in the Caribbean, when authorities first notified her as a missing person. "Hear that, Loli? You've made the news...again" the old, skinny lady said, turning her head to the right. The young woman had already raised her head briefly, at the sound of her former name. "Thousands of fans from around the world, have gathered to leave candles and pray for the singer's safety", said the announcer, over footage of mostly teenage girls gathering in public memorials. "She is my favorite musician, i just wish she's ok" a teary-eyed girl said to the camera.

"Are you ok, Loli?" the older woman leaned her head a bit towards the girl. "Meooow" the pretty, slim girl replied, mimicking a cat's voice. That girl was, in fact, the famous pop-star, Taylor Swift. She always responded to her elderly owner when prompted, as she had been taught throughout these difficult 9 months. The black collar around her neck, confirmed her new identity. As coin-shaped tag attached on it, had engraved the word "Loli" on it.

Not much time has passed since the blue-eyed musician had the world in the palm of her hand. Platinum records, millions of fans and dollars, international fame. But one day, as she was sunbathing in a wonderful Caribbean beach, she was startled by what seemed like silencer pistol shots. Her two bodyguards had been dispatched, and before she had much time to process what was happening, two sets of big, strong arms, covered the sun above her eyes, one holding her firmly in her sunbed, the other pressing a soaked rag on her face. She put up as much of a fight as a 145-pound girl can against two 250-pound men. Just like that, poof, she was allegedly gone from the world, wiped from the face of the earth. The police couldn't find any lead and she was declared legally dead after 6 months of investigations.

As the news broadcast approached its end with the lighter, lifestyle section, the news anchor shifted the mood to report about a new music world tour. "The superstar-filled tour includes Selena Gomez, Adriana Grande, Camila Cabello and Demi Lovato. We simply can’t wait!" the woman reporter said with enthusiasm. "Hmmm", Madam tapped her long nails on her glass, pondering what she'd just learned. "Maybe it's a good opportunity to acquire some more pets. It's been kind of lonely here, lately. Don't you think, Loli?" she said, with her eyes still stuck on the screen, depicted the various, booty-flaunting singers.

"Meooow", Taylor meowed once again, like a good kitty.

FIRST VERSE ♪

Madam Teressa was a prominent member of the art community. Being an extremely reputable opera singer in the 80s and 90s. Now, at age 61, she was isolated from the public eye, only making scarce public appearances. The few people that were close to her, knew her as a particularly snob woman, always looking down at the commercialized music of today. She hated pop music and the pop stars, who rode its wave, receiving more applause and fans than she ever could.

Even fewer people, meaning only her employees - no immediate family was present, knew of her sadistic, twisted urges towards these people, particularly towards the women of this industry. Madam Teressa was not particularly ugly, but calling her a beautiful woman at any point of her life would be a stretch. In her eyes, these trollops were a disgrace to female artists, merely selling their bodies and sexes in order to be regarded as one.

Abducting a world-wide celebrity like Miss Swift was a challenge enough, getting four of the biggest singers in the world at the same time, would require some planning. Luckily for Madam Teressa, the young starlets did share a private jet between concert destinations. This was the best opportunity she'd ever have.

The girls were all dressed with eccentric, stylish outfits, as the paparazzi would snap shots the second they stepped out of the jet. Still up in the air, they relaxed on long, comfy couches and sofa chairs, inside the plane, chatting about last night's show and other more trivial things. The show had gone great, selling out a huge arena.

"I know that happens. It's just that the shows delay every time by at leaaast an hour", Selena sighed. "I know, right?" Ariana agreed, feeling closer to her from their Disney days. "I'm just all dressed and ready to go out, and all of a sudden they're like "we gotta fix this light or this blah blah blah", and then i'm stuck waiting like an idiot" the petite girl complained. "At least the after-party was dope, yesterday", Camila chipped in. "Yeah, it was great. Just wished hangovers weren't a thing", Demi added, rubbing her forehead.

All of a sudden, there was a thud, coming from the pilot's room. Besides its celebrity passengers, on board were two pilots and an air-hostess/waitress. All four women turned towards the sound, worried. "What was that?" Ariana asked first.

"It's probably nothing", the stewardess/waitress went to check on it, trying to hide her worry. Before she could knock the door, it burst open, and a man holding a silencer gun, rushed out! Before the woman could finish screaming in terror, she was silenced by a bullet between her eyes. The rest of the young passengers shared her panic, seeing the woman's murder right in front of them. They were simply frozen with fear. The plane's pilot was also dead, slumped over still on his seat.

The man quickly threw three pairs of handcuffs towards Demi Lovato. "Cuff their hands behind their backs", he simply stated. With a gun barrel pointing inches from her face, the dark-haired singer obeyed without a second thought. "Don't be lazy with it, or you'll meet your waitress friend", the man made sure the girl wouldn't try to cheat while locking the girl's wrists behind their backs. None of them made a pip, until Camila, the feistier of the group, mustered up the courage. "Please sir, don't hurt us! We have plenty of money to give you", the Latina tried to bargain for their freedom. "I don't give a fuck about your money", he said, as Demi was now cuffing their ankles together, as instructed.

The man then threw three ball-gags Demi's way, ordering her to gag each of her friends. "I'm sorry", she could only whisper with fear, desperation slowly overcoming her, as she gagged each of the singers tightly. The feeling of the gun's barrel against the back of her head really made her focused on leaving no room for escape. Struggling and moaning pathetically, the three girls sitting on the sofa, watched the man restrain the last girl standing. At last, all four damsels where "ready". The strange man stashed the helpless girls into the luggage storage compartments, after clipping a carabiner between each of the girl's wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. The hogtied pop-stars could barely fit inside the luggage containers. He lowered the cap over them, then locked it shut and put the small key in his pocket. He had to return to the cockpit to alter the jet's destination.

The wreckage of the "Girl Power" tour jet would be discovered a week later. No survivors were ever identified. To the world's knowledge, the sea had devoured the young stars' bodies. The nation was plunged into grief.

Upon landing, Camila, Selena, Ariana and Demi were quickly propped and bound individually on four two wheeled, hand-trolleys, like those used in factory's to move around products. The girls' wrists and ankles had been separately cuffed to the trolley's bars. The women, still dressed up, were wheeled inside a huge mansion by four apathetic maids. Despite being Madam's servants, they were dressed in respectable, long bodycon dresses down to their calves. A row of buttons, coming from their neck to their waist, were all closed on the all-green outfits.

Their hair was caught in formal buns. No aprons or headbands or anything cliché. Their look exuded class, like the high heels on their feet. The four servants weren't particularly star-struck, as they wheeled the captive's inside the house, ignoring their muffled appeals for release.

Finally, the four maids reached the huge living room of the house. Madam Teressa was relaxing on a chair, marveling at the view of the ocean through the giant glass wall of her mansion. "Oh, finally", she simply uttered when she saw her servants arrive with her awaited guests. "So i take it you're all world-famous singers?" the old lady rose from her chair to inspect the women closer. She used a walking baton, made out of fine wood with a golden handle. She may not have been that old for one, but Teressa's knees were weak and she never went anywhere without her cane.

The restrained women were propped next to each other on their trolleys. All four moaned in different tones and pitches. While Demi and Camila seemed angry and defiant, Selena and Ariana where mostly terrified and begging behind their ball-gags. "Tsk, tsk, already my ears hurt", she dismissed their annoying moans.

"Thank god i won't have to hear you sing", she said, approaching Miss Grande. The tiny girl pulled away, sticking her back against the back of the trolley she was chained on. "But i do want to hear you purr, little one", she reached with her index finger and with her long nail tickled Ariana's chin, as the girl's neck was tilted backwards, trying to avoid the creepy grandma's touch. The girl locked her eyes with the old lady's. "What does she mean by purr? Why would she say that?" she thought.

The imposing woman then snapped her wrinkly fingers, and the girls' trolleys were on the move, again. They were taken into a hidden basement of the mansion. The room was empty and pretty clinical in nature. There were 4 metal tables, forming a square in the room. Each table had metal semicircular shackles screwed on them, on each corner.

In no time, each struggling pop-star was locked on these tables, trapped in all fours. The maids worked diligently, fitting the women with their new outfits, outfits that would not be altered every 5 songs, or ever see the flash of the paparazzi. Freeing only one limb at the time in order to "dress it", the maids dressed up protesting women. It would be more correct to say "undressed up", as all their clothes were rudely torn off, leaving their asses, pussies and tits presented to everyone.

The girls felt mortified upon being stark naked, but when their new outfits were forcefully put on them, they all preferred staying nude. "Miss Lovato, please cooperate", the maid asked politely, as the restrained woman refused to hand over her temporarily free arm. "Llll mmm ggggg!" Demi tried to threaten the woman, only drooling more saliva from her ball-gag. Despite her disobedience, the maid had little trouble fitting a long glove on the woman's arm. Like in Miss Swift's suit, it ended in cute paws, although this was made out of velvet coating, soft but also kind of thick, unlike any usual pair of stockings. The velvet was a deep purple color. Once it was dressed with its purple paw-mitten, the arm was restrained and the maid moved over to the next limb. On the table, Demi spotted a purple mask with straps around it. The mask was a purple dog snout, with a cute, black, dog nose on the edge. The girl's anxiety rose even more, and her pulling on the metal cuffs intensified.

Next to her, Selena was sobbing, tears streaming down her face, as her "handler" was finishing her getup. Even when she had her gag removed, Selena could barely utter a couple of "pleaasse", before a head harness, this time with a black dog's snout on it, was snugly strapped over her face. "Relax, Miss Gomez", the maid reassured her, with a cold tone that would reassure no one. The Latina singer had the same velvety stocking and gloves as Demi, these were also pitch black.
Correspondingly with the pointy cat ears, Alice-bands with floppy dog ears were also placed Demi and Selena's heads, matching the color of their new "fur". The two pop-stars were methodically being turned into doggy-girls.

At the same time, Ariana was testing her metal restraints strength, with no success. She was dressed as a cute kitty-cat, her faux fur "skin" having a ginger red color. She felt completely degraded, when the kitty mask was strapped on her face and buckled snugly, along with the cat ears over her long, straight, brown hair. "Miss Grande is ready", the woman informed the others with a monotone voice, as the restrained girl struggled in vain, to dislodge her mask or free her hand from inside their paw-mittens. She'd make a nice cat pair, along with Miss Swift.

"Let us go you crazy bitches!" yelled Camila, from the moment her gag was off. She had already been fitted with her new "skin", which was made out of a light pink, fuzzy plush fabric. Similarly to all the others, her arms and legs were covered with the same strap-bearing items of clothing. Her mask, featured a cute bunny face, with whiskers. Her Alice band had a couple of perky bunny ears, one of them bending forward at the middle.

Apart from the suit's velvet, faux fur or plush fabric, all the noses on the girl's snout-masks, whether pink or black, had a leathery texture, eery familiar to the real thing.

For the final stage of this bizarre transformation, the maids put out four butt plugs, each with the corresponding tail for each girl attached to its end. There was a couple of slim dog tails, a fluffy cat tail and a round bunny tail. "Nooo...nooo", "Ouuuuch", "Pleaaaaaaaase", and all sorts of yelps were heard, as the plugs were first inserted into the celebrities asses, then air-pumped to expand inside their rectums. Without deflating them, there was no way in hell the tails could be removed. Each girl padded with quick breaths, to deal with the pain of the invasion.

At last, all four abducted damsels were brought before Madam Teressa's eyes, all leashed through collars around their necks. From them dangled silver tags, indicating their new names. Demi's wrote "Mimi", Ariana's wrote "Riri", Camila's wrote "Lala", and Selena's wrote "Sese", which Teressa would pronounce “Si-Si”. Sure, it was a simple pattern, but Madam wasn't in the mood to trouble herself with remembering complicated names. Plus, they all sounded so cute! Each well-dressed maid was leading a restrained girl along, the color of the leash matching each pet-girl's "outfit".

The old lady was relaxing on the patio of her exotic estate. The sun was setting beautiful, falling into the sea in the horizon. "Oh my, they look...wonderful", Madam paused for a second, stunned with excitement. In front of her, stood four humiliated young women. These girls could have brought Madam Teressa ransoms of billions of dollars, but what she saw before her eyes, was worth a lot more.

Each girl was crawling in all fours, restrained on their arms and legs the same way Taylor was, with restricting belts. Selena and Demi in their black and purple doggy costumes, Ariana in her ginger-red kitty one, and Camila as a pink bunny. All four girls had renewed their attempts at either pleading, cursing out, or bargaining with their captor, but none of it was audible. Playfully designed bit-gags, shaped like bone-sticks for the puppy-girls, slim fish for the cat-girls and a carrot for Madam's little bunny-girl, had been tied around their mouths, with elastic, rubber bands. It twisted the knife even more, as the effect made the look like happy pets, playing with their food.

“Silence!" the older woman demanded discipline. Even though she looked like she could snap like a twig, the girls felt that going against this woman, would be a bad choice. They ceased their outcries, examining the woman in front of them. She was dressed in a chic pant-suit, with a satin scarf around her neck. A pearl necklace decorated her neck, gold earring on her ears. Her nails were long and painted a deep red. Camila noticed though that the ones on the woman's index and middle finger of her right hand, were trimmed short. She didn't have much time to process it though, as their captor was still talking.

"Welcome to my humble home. You'll find it is very explorable and cozy" she paused to make sure all eyes were on her. The four women were hanging by her lips. "Does any of you have a clue who i am?", she asked the four women in bondage. All looked around at each other, silent, confused. "Of course...", the lady scoffed. "Why would you? All you had to do to be famous was shake your butts to some pervy executive, and voila..." she paused while the girls kept looking up at her with pitiful looks.

"I'm Teressa Guttenberg, one of the biggest sopranos of all time", she schooled her millennial crowd. "Your songs, they are absolutely despicable trash", she stated as a fact, more than an opinion. "You do the biggest disservice to music and the noble art of singing", she kept insulting her captives. "So i figured, you'd be of more use keeping me company as my pets, than on any performing stage". At the sound of that, Camila and Demi were getting mad again, while Ariana and Selena remained cowardly. "I'll keep you safe, feed you and take care of you. All i ask in return is your absolute loyalty", the well-dressed lady concluded.

Demi had had enough of this crazy hag's bullshit. With all her strength, she tried to lounge at her, screaming and kicking. Her attempts looked pathetic. Even disregarding her degraded attire, she couldn't pose the slightest threat. Her folded legs and paws forbid her getting up, her curses were incoherent from the gag and her "handler" had little trouble keeping her from jumping towards the old lady, holding her leash taut.

Madam Teressa simply put her hand on her left wrist, which was decorated with a luxurious, silver watch. She pressed one of the five crown-buttons surrounding it, each having different colors. Immediately, a wave of electricity, coming from the electrodes on her training collar, caused her a wall of pain. "MMMmmmggg", the curvaceous pop-star fell on the ground, writhing in pain. She tried to remove the agonizing collar, but with her useless paws, she could only fumble with it.

The rest of her showbiz friends just looked at her, frozen in fear, grateful they weren't in her place. "So...", the Madam continued as if someone just rudely interrupted her, Miss Lovato still twitching on the floor. "I'd like to introduce you to my kitten. She was a bit lonely these few months, so i think you'll get along splendid. Loli!...", the lady called out towards the living room. The four girls remained speechless, as nothing happened for a few seconds. Then, from the corner appeared a crawling woman, wearing a silver-grey version of Ariana's "suit". All of them widened their eyes in shock when they saw her. It was Taylor Swift! The woman crawled shyly towards her mistress. She stood by her side, quiet, with the fish-gag between her teeth, nonetheless. "I figured she might get a little riled up to see you, so i put her gag on for good measure", Teressa said.

In front of the leashed women, Madam reached down her wrinkly fingers and gently stroked the girl's hair, in the spot between her pointy ears. Taylor received the petting with a submissive, docile expression in her eyes. "She was very unruly when i first got her, but now she knows her place is by my side". Taylor kept her eyes at the floor throughout her mistress' speech. "The faster you come to accept this, the better for you", the woman advised.

Madam's new pets were informed that there would be no talking at any point. Any misbehaving would be punished thoroughly. Their vocal chords would from now only be used for barking, meowing... animal sounds, and definitely not for singing.

Description
A retired opera singer puts five famous pop-stars in their proper place.

(F/f+, celebrities, bondage, petgirl, mature, humiliation, nc)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

INTRO ♪

It's a peaceful night. Nothing breaks the tranquility, except the calm waves outside, and the medium volume of the big T.V. Of course, in a mansion as vast as this, everything is big compared to the average Joe. The first sound is explained by the fact that the secluded villa, hidden behind miles of trees, is located right next to a beautiful shore, a view to behold.

The reason for the second sound is, Madam always likes to relax on her comfy sofa chair, in front of the T.V, with a glass of fine wine, before going to bed. She always had the best red wine money could buy, and even though her health didn't let her indulge as much nowadays, she still savored that one glass, every night. On the sofa-chair's right side, a human silhouette can be seen, illuminated by the moonlight entering through the balcony door, and from the light of the T.V screen.

The person, a young woman, is curled up on the floor, dozing off, with her legs balled up close to her belly, and her crossed arms used as a pillow for her resting head. Upon closer inspection though, the girl's appearance became more and more strange, at least to an unsuspecting observer.

First of all, she was pretty much naked, apart from a few accessories that did little to hide any private parts, and a lot to either restrain her movements or dehumanize her. Her beautiful legs were covered with some thigh-high stockings, covered entirely with a silver grey, faux fur. At the top of the stockings, a short, grey leather strap, with a clip on either side of the legs, locked with a corresponding buckle, on the girl's lower calf. The belt's length left only enough slack for the calves to make about a 30 degree angle with the thighs, essentially forcing the girl to crawl on her knees at all times. The furry garments did not cover the wearer's feet, but rather ended at the ankles, then converged into the middle toe-finger. A small elastic band looped around it kept the stockings from slipping up or down.

The woman's arms also lacked freedom, albeit a little less. The same furry, silver grey pattern covered her arms like long gloves that went up to almost her armpits. But there were no gloves for her fingers to go through, only soft, paw mittens, covering her hands. This time, the top of the glove served as both a strap, to secure the gloves in place, and as another restraining mechanism, just like the one on her legs. This time, the length of the leather strap was longer, so that the elbow could move relatively freely, but not bend anywhere close to a straight arm. 120 degrees was the most. Another leather strap around the wrists ensured there was not a way the mittens could be pulled off with the rest of the "gloves".

If this appearance wasn't humiliating enough, the finishing touches on the girl's look certainly did the trick. A head harness, baring a mask, resembling very much a cat snout, with a cute pink nose and little whiskers on either side. Matching the previous items in color, the mask was securely strapped over the girl's face and buckled behind her head. It was narrow enough so that the young woman's mouth and tongue were still visible through the opening under the snout. Two straps went around the sides, while one came through the girl's eyes and across the middle of her head. Her blonde/brown hair fail down to her shoulders, not perfectly wavy or straight like she usually had them, but completely natural.

Additionally, an Alice band, featuring two cute cat ears, had been placed through her hair. Its teeth were foldable, so that the band gripped well on the hair, and could not be shaken off. A black leather collar with the name "Loli" was around her neck.

Finally, this cute, fuzzy and twisted cat-dress up wouldn't be complete without a tail. The grey fluffy tail was sticking out of the girl's rear, which was filled with a generously air-pumped butt plug, which also acted as the base for the long, furry tail.

Madam had another sip from her wine glass, as the news broadcaster was heard from the TV. "9 months have passed since the mysterious disappearance of superstar singer Taylor Swift. The pop-star idol had finished her world tour, and had last been seen vacationing in the Caribbean, when authorities first notified her as a missing person. "Hear that, Loli? You've made the news...again" the old, skinny lady said, turning her head to the right. The young woman had already raised her head briefly, at the sound of her former name. "Thousands of fans from around the world, have gathered to leave candles and pray for the singer's safety", said the announcer, over footage of mostly teenage girls gathering in public memorials. "She is my favorite musician, i just wish she's ok" a teary-eyed girl said to the camera.

"Are you ok, Loli?" the older woman leaned her head a bit towards the girl. "Meooow" the pretty, slim girl replied, mimicking a cat's voice. That girl was, in fact, the famous pop-star, Taylor Swift. She always responded to her elderly owner when prompted, as she had been taught throughout these difficult 9 months. The black collar around her neck, confirmed her new identity. As coin-shaped tag attached on it, had engraved the word "Loli" on it.

Not much time has passed since the blue-eyed musician had the world in the palm of her hand. Platinum records, millions of fans and dollars, international fame. But one day, as she was sunbathing in a wonderful Caribbean beach, she was startled by what seemed like silencer pistol shots. Her two bodyguards had been dispatched, and before she had much time to process what was happening, two sets of big, strong arms, covered the sun above her eyes, one holding her firmly in her sunbed, the other pressing a soaked rag on her face. She put up as much of a fight as a 145-pound girl can against two 250-pound men. Just like that, poof, she was allegedly gone from the world, wiped from the face of the earth. The police couldn't find any lead and she was declared legally dead after 6 months of investigations.

As the news broadcast approached its end with the lighter, lifestyle section, the news anchor shifted the mood to report about a new music world tour. "The superstar-filled tour includes Selena Gomez, Adriana Grande, Camila Cabello and Demi Lovato. We simply can’t wait!" the woman reporter said with enthusiasm. "Hmmm", Madam tapped her long nails on her glass, pondering what she'd just learned. "Maybe it's a good opportunity to acquire some more pets. It's been kind of lonely here, lately. Don't you think, Loli?" she said, with her eyes still stuck on the screen, depicted the various, booty-flaunting singers.

"Meooow", Taylor meowed once again, like a good kitty.

FIRST VERSE ♪

Madam Teressa was a prominent member of the art community. Being an extremely reputable opera singer in the 80s and 90s. Now, at age 61, she was isolated from the public eye, only making scarce public appearances. The few people that were close to her, knew her as a particularly snob woman, always looking down at the commercialized music of today. She hated pop music and the pop stars, who rode its wave, receiving more applause and fans than she ever could.

Even fewer people, meaning only her employees - no immediate family was present, knew of her sadistic, twisted urges towards these people, particularly towards the women of this industry. Madam Teressa was not particularly ugly, but calling her a beautiful woman at any point of her life would be a stretch. In her eyes, these trollops were a disgrace to female artists, merely selling their bodies and sexes in order to be regarded as one.

Abducting a world-wide celebrity like Miss Swift was a challenge enough, getting four of the biggest singers in the world at the same time, would require some planning. Luckily for Madam Teressa, the young starlets did share a private jet between concert destinations. This was the best opportunity she'd ever have.

The girls were all dressed with eccentric, stylish outfits, as the paparazzi would snap shots the second they stepped out of the jet. Still up in the air, they relaxed on long, comfy couches and sofa chairs, inside the plane, chatting about last night's show and other more trivial things. The show had gone great, selling out a huge arena.

"I know that happens. It's just that the shows delay every time by at leaaast an hour", Selena sighed. "I know, right?" Ariana agreed, feeling closer to her from their Disney days. "I'm just all dressed and ready to go out, and all of a sudden they're like "we gotta fix this light or this blah blah blah", and then i'm stuck waiting like an idiot" the petite girl complained. "At least the after-party was dope, yesterday", Camila chipped in. "Yeah, it was great. Just wished hangovers weren't a thing", Demi added, rubbing her forehead.

All of a sudden, there was a thud, coming from the pilot's room. Besides its celebrity passengers, on board were two pilots and an air-hostess/waitress. All four women turned towards the sound, worried. "What was that?" Ariana asked first.

"It's probably nothing", the stewardess/waitress went to check on it, trying to hide her worry. Before she could knock the door, it burst open, and a man holding a silencer gun, rushed out! Before the woman could finish screaming in terror, she was silenced by a bullet between her eyes. The rest of the young passengers shared her panic, seeing the woman's murder right in front of them. They were simply frozen with fear. The plane's pilot was also dead, slumped over still on his seat.

The man quickly threw three pairs of handcuffs towards Demi Lovato. "Cuff their hands behind their backs", he simply stated. With a gun barrel pointing inches from her face, the dark-haired singer obeyed without a second thought. "Don't be lazy with it, or you'll meet your waitress friend", the man made sure the girl wouldn't try to cheat while locking the girl's wrists behind their backs. None of them made a pip, until Camila, the feistier of the group, mustered up the courage. "Please sir, don't hurt us! We have plenty of money to give you", the Latina tried to bargain for their freedom. "I don't give a fuck about your money", he said, as Demi was now cuffing their ankles together, as instructed.

The man then threw three ball-gags Demi's way, ordering her to gag each of her friends. "I'm sorry", she could only whisper with fear, desperation slowly overcoming her, as she gagged each of the singers tightly. The feeling of the gun's barrel against the back of her head really made her focused on leaving no room for escape. Struggling and moaning pathetically, the three girls sitting on the sofa, watched the man restrain the last girl standing. At last, all four damsels where "ready". The strange man stashed the helpless girls into the luggage storage compartments, after clipping a carabiner between each of the girl's wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. The hogtied pop-stars could barely fit inside the luggage containers. He lowered the cap over them, then locked it shut and put the small key in his pocket. He had to return to the cockpit to alter the jet's destination.

The wreckage of the "Girl Power" tour jet would be discovered a week later. No survivors were ever identified. To the world's knowledge, the sea had devoured the young stars' bodies. The nation was plunged into grief.

Upon landing, Camila, Selena, Ariana and Demi were quickly propped and bound individually on four two wheeled, hand-trolleys, like those used in factory's to move around products. The girls' wrists and ankles had been separately cuffed to the trolley's bars. The women, still dressed up, were wheeled inside a huge mansion by four apathetic maids. Despite being Madam's servants, they were dressed in respectable, long bodycon dresses down to their calves. A row of buttons, coming from their neck to their waist, were all closed on the all-green outfits.

Their hair was caught in formal buns. No aprons or headbands or anything cliché. Their look exuded class, like the high heels on their feet. The four servants weren't particularly star-struck, as they wheeled the captive's inside the house, ignoring their muffled appeals for release.

Finally, the four maids reached the huge living room of the house. Madam Teressa was relaxing on a chair, marveling at the view of the ocean through the giant glass wall of her mansion. "Oh, finally", she simply uttered when she saw her servants arrive with her awaited guests. "So i take it you're all world-famous singers?" the old lady rose from her chair to inspect the women closer. She used a walking baton, made out of fine wood with a golden handle. She may not have been that old for one, but Teressa's knees were weak and she never went anywhere without her cane.

The restrained women were propped next to each other on their trolleys. All four moaned in different tones and pitches. While Demi and Camila seemed angry and defiant, Selena and Ariana where mostly terrified and begging behind their ball-gags. "Tsk, tsk, already my ears hurt", she dismissed their annoying moans.

"Thank god i won't have to hear you sing", she said, approaching Miss Grande. The tiny girl pulled away, sticking her back against the back of the trolley she was chained on. "But i do want to hear you purr, little one", she reached with her index finger and with her long nail tickled Ariana's chin, as the girl's neck was tilted backwards, trying to avoid the creepy grandma's touch. The girl locked her eyes with the old lady's. "What does she mean by purr? Why would she say that?" she thought.

The imposing woman then snapped her wrinkly fingers, and the girls' trolleys were on the move, again. They were taken into a hidden basement of the mansion. The room was empty and pretty clinical in nature. There were 4 metal tables, forming a square in the room. Each table had metal semicircular shackles screwed on them, on each corner.

In no time, each struggling pop-star was locked on these tables, trapped in all fours. The maids worked diligently, fitting the women with their new outfits, outfits that would not be altered every 5 songs, or ever see the flash of the paparazzi. Freeing only one limb at the time in order to "dress it", the maids dressed up protesting women. It would be more correct to say "undressed up", as all their clothes were rudely torn off, leaving their asses, pussies and tits presented to everyone.

The girls felt mortified upon being stark naked, but when their new outfits were forcefully put on them, they all preferred staying nude. "Miss Lovato, please cooperate", the maid asked politely, as the restrained woman refused to hand over her temporarily free arm. "Llll mmm ggggg!" Demi tried to threaten the woman, only drooling more saliva from her ball-gag. Despite her disobedience, the maid had little trouble fitting a long glove on the woman's arm. Like in Miss Swift's suit, it ended in cute paws, although this was made out of velvet coating, soft but also kind of thick, unlike any usual pair of stockings. The velvet was a deep purple color. Once it was dressed with its purple paw-mitten, the arm was restrained and the maid moved over to the next limb. On the table, Demi spotted a purple mask with straps around it. The mask was a purple dog snout, with a cute, black, dog nose on the edge. The girl's anxiety rose even more, and her pulling on the metal cuffs intensified.

Next to her, Selena was sobbing, tears streaming down her face, as her "handler" was finishing her getup. Even when she had her gag removed, Selena could barely utter a couple of "pleaasse", before a head harness, this time with a black dog's snout on it, was snugly strapped over her face. "Relax, Miss Gomez", the maid reassured her, with a cold tone that would reassure no one. The Latina singer had the same velvety stocking and gloves as Demi, these were also pitch black.
Correspondingly with the pointy cat ears, Alice-bands with floppy dog ears were also placed Demi and Selena's heads, matching the color of their new "fur". The two pop-stars were methodically being turned into doggy-girls.

At the same time, Ariana was testing her metal restraints strength, with no success. She was dressed as a cute kitty-cat, her faux fur "skin" having a ginger red color. She felt completely degraded, when the kitty mask was strapped on her face and buckled snugly, along with the cat ears over her long, straight, brown hair. "Miss Grande is ready", the woman informed the others with a monotone voice, as the restrained girl struggled in vain, to dislodge her mask or free her hand from inside their paw-mittens. She'd make a nice cat pair, along with Miss Swift.

"Let us go you crazy bitches!" yelled Camila, from the moment her gag was off. She had already been fitted with her new "skin", which was made out of a light pink, fuzzy plush fabric. Similarly to all the others, her arms and legs were covered with the same strap-bearing items of clothing. Her mask, featured a cute bunny face, with whiskers. Her Alice band had a couple of perky bunny ears, one of them bending forward at the middle.

Apart from the suit's velvet, faux fur or plush fabric, all the noses on the girl's snout-masks, whether pink or black, had a leathery texture, eery familiar to the real thing.

For the final stage of this bizarre transformation, the maids put out four butt plugs, each with the corresponding tail for each girl attached to its end. There was a couple of slim dog tails, a fluffy cat tail and a round bunny tail. "Nooo...nooo", "Ouuuuch", "Pleaaaaaaaase", and all sorts of yelps were heard, as the plugs were first inserted into the celebrities asses, then air-pumped to expand inside their rectums. Without deflating them, there was no way in hell the tails could be removed. Each girl padded with quick breaths, to deal with the pain of the invasion.

At last, all four abducted damsels were brought before Madam Teressa's eyes, all leashed through collars around their necks. From them dangled silver tags, indicating their new names. Demi's wrote "Mimi", Ariana's wrote "Riri", Camila's wrote "Lala", and Selena's wrote "Sese", which Teressa would pronounce “Si-Si”. Sure, it was a simple pattern, but Madam wasn't in the mood to trouble herself with remembering complicated names. Plus, they all sounded so cute! Each well-dressed maid was leading a restrained girl along, the color of the leash matching each pet-girl's "outfit".

The old lady was relaxing on the patio of her exotic estate. The sun was setting beautiful, falling into the sea in the horizon. "Oh my, they look...wonderful", Madam paused for a second, stunned with excitement. In front of her, stood four humiliated young women. These girls could have brought Madam Teressa ransoms of billions of dollars, but what she saw before her eyes, was worth a lot more.

Each girl was crawling in all fours, restrained on their arms and legs the same way Taylor was, with restricting belts. Selena and Demi in their black and purple doggy costumes, Ariana in her ginger-red kitty one, and Camila as a pink bunny. All four girls had renewed their attempts at either pleading, cursing out, or bargaining with their captor, but none of it was audible. Playfully designed bit-gags, shaped like bone-sticks for the puppy-girls, slim fish for the cat-girls and a carrot for Madam's little bunny-girl, had been tied around their mouths, with elastic, rubber bands. It twisted the knife even more, as the effect made the look like happy pets, playing with their food.

“Silence!" the older woman demanded discipline. Even though she looked like she could snap like a twig, the girls felt that going against this woman, would be a bad choice. They ceased their outcries, examining the woman in front of them. She was dressed in a chic pant-suit, with a satin scarf around her neck. A pearl necklace decorated her neck, gold earring on her ears. Her nails were long and painted a deep red. Camila noticed though that the ones on the woman's index and middle finger of her right hand, were trimmed short. She didn't have much time to process it though, as their captor was still talking.

"Welcome to my humble home. You'll find it is very explorable and cozy" she paused to make sure all eyes were on her. The four women were hanging by her lips. "Does any of you have a clue who i am?", she asked the four women in bondage. All looked around at each other, silent, confused. "Of course...", the lady scoffed. "Why would you? All you had to do to be famous was shake your butts to some pervy executive, and voila..." she paused while the girls kept looking up at her with pitiful looks.

"I'm Teressa Guttenberg, one of the biggest sopranos of all time", she schooled her millennial crowd. "Your songs, they are absolutely despicable trash", she stated as a fact, more than an opinion. "You do the biggest disservice to music and the noble art of singing", she kept insulting her captives. "So i figured, you'd be of more use keeping me company as my pets, than on any performing stage". At the sound of that, Camila and Demi were getting mad again, while Ariana and Selena remained cowardly. "I'll keep you safe, feed you and take care of you. All i ask in return is your absolute loyalty", the well-dressed lady concluded.

Demi had had enough of this crazy hag's bullshit. With all her strength, she tried to lounge at her, screaming and kicking. Her attempts looked pathetic. Even disregarding her degraded attire, she couldn't pose the slightest threat. Her folded legs and paws forbid her getting up, her curses were incoherent from the gag and her "handler" had little trouble keeping her from jumping towards the old lady, holding her leash taut.

Madam Teressa simply put her hand on her left wrist, which was decorated with a luxurious, silver watch. She pressed one of the five crown-buttons surrounding it, each having different colors. Immediately, a wave of electricity, coming from the electrodes on her training collar, caused her a wall of pain. "MMMmmmggg", the curvaceous pop-star fell on the ground, writhing in pain. She tried to remove the agonizing collar, but with her useless paws, she could only fumble with it.

The rest of her showbiz friends just looked at her, frozen in fear, grateful they weren't in her place. "So...", the Madam continued as if someone just rudely interrupted her, Miss Lovato still twitching on the floor. "I'd like to introduce you to my kitten. She was a bit lonely these few months, so i think you'll get along splendid. Loli!...", the lady called out towards the living room. The four girls remained speechless, as nothing happened for a few seconds. Then, from the corner appeared a crawling woman, wearing a silver-grey version of Ariana's "suit". All of them widened their eyes in shock when they saw her. It was Taylor Swift! The woman crawled shyly towards her mistress. She stood by her side, quiet, with the fish-gag between her teeth, nonetheless. "I figured she might get a little riled up to see you, so i put her gag on for good measure", Teressa said.

In front of the leashed women, Madam reached down her wrinkly fingers and gently stroked the girl's hair, in the spot between her pointy ears. Taylor received the petting with a submissive, docile expression in her eyes. "She was very unruly when i first got her, but now she knows her place is by my side". Taylor kept her eyes at the floor throughout her mistress' speech. "The faster you come to accept this, the better for you", the woman advised.

Madam's new pets were informed that there would be no talking at any point. Any misbehaving would be punished thoroughly. Their vocal chords would from now only be used for barking, meowing... animal sounds, and definitely not for singing.