The Disappearance of Ella Bloom · Part 1

The Disappearance of Ella Bloom · Part 1 (1/6)
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Intro Ella is a 21 years young woman who lives alone in a single bedroom house in Bristol in the United Kingdom.

Her body is blessed with a firm C-cup and she stands about 145cm tall with a cute round butt and a well defined waistline. Her face is rather plain but has a natural attractiveness to it. Her weight generally hovers between 45-50 kilograms. She has brown hair which almost reaches the small of her back.

Her favorite hair style is a simple braid or a ponytail. And she uses light make-up like eye shadow or a subtle shade of lipstick from time to time. But she usually doesn't bother.

She has never had a serious boyfriend other than some typical short-lived dating any woman of her age does. And being a bit of an introvert she has few real friends. Her parents live on the other side of the city but she only occasionally visits them.

Ella isn’t very assertive or driven and as such has trouble finding success in life. Without a clear goal or passion she finds it hard to keep jobs. She easily gets bored with her work after a few weeks or months. On a few occasions she didn’t even finish the trial period. Or when she does she’s not very passionate or involved in her duties.

She has been living by herself for just over a year and has been struggling to make ends meet ever since. But Ella, so far, has been ignorant to the fact that it's been a slow downward spiral towards being broke and failing to be independent.

Most recently she tried her hand at Tiktok fame. Thinking it would be easy money and uploaded a slew of videos of her doing silly dances and giving little rants and opinions in short videos.

Her videos do not get much views and editing them is way harder than she anticipated. Plus, managing the associated accounts and not making money with it is not much fun.

1 – The job offer Ella has been chatting with someone called Joe for a few days. They’re in the process of getting to know each other and he just found out that she is looking for a job.

"Any kind of job for the summer. But longer if it works out." Ella repeats.

"Any kind eh?" He writes. "I always have a few openings in customer services if you're up for it?"

Joe had found her videos and laughed at her silly opinions, she has a clear voice too. Out of bored curiosity he decided to send a message to her and maybe strike up a chat. He was pleasantly surprised that she responded within a few days. And more so that she lives in the same general area.

He lives and works in Bath, which is a city near Bristol.

Ella wonders what kind of service she would have to provide.

Joe assures her it isn't all that complicated. She would work at the Bath office. After some training, her duties consist of handling phone support.

“So it’s like a call center helpdesk kind of job? I can do that…” Ella responds.

“Yes, exactly that.” Joe confirms.

Upon asking what kind of requests she'd have to handle Joe is a bit vague, citing privacy. “We’re a big company providing support for all kinds of software. You’d mainly be helping people using financial Forex software. I or someone will explain it all in more detail once you have signed your contract.” Joe explains.

Ella is getting more and more curious, she has no idea what Forex software is. But since she needs money for her rent that’s due in a week or so, she’s more focused on getting paid than the actual work she has to do.

“And ehh, what does that pay? It’s a good salary?”

"Ehh, well, there is a trial of 2 weeks. This is mostly spent on training. And if you get through that, the pay increases. For the trial period the salary is just under 800 pounds." Joe promises. "But the regular salary for a month will be around 2200. It’s kind of a take it or leave it deal, but it’s above market average.” he continues.

Sounds reasonable Ella thinks. 2200 quid per month isn’t bad at all.

"Alright," She agrees. "And where is the office?"

Joe tells her the support center is located in Bath, 45 minutes southeast of Bristol. But for today she can come to their other business which is in Bristol and go over the contract there.

The person she’ll meet will fill her in and discuss the options.

"Oh right." Ella replies. "Sounds weird, but fine, I'll do it. When can I start?"

“You can also come to Bath if you prefer. But surely the Bristol location is closer to you.” Joe tries to make it easy for Ella.

"And if you have time we can discuss things further this afternoon, it being a Friday." Joe offers knowing she needs money very soon. “Then once all the paperwork is done you could start on Monday. That’ll be in the Bath location of-course.”

"Yeah, ok. I get it. So I go for the interview first?"

"I'm sure you'll do fine for the job. You're not shy on the phone, right?" Joe assures her, dismissing the interview. “Most calls are all scripted out…”

"Oh ok, no I'm not shy. I think. So it's easy work then?" Ella asks.

Joe ignores her last comment and continues, "I'll need your full name, your address and email address and I'll send you a digital copy of your contract, so you can review it."

"Oh, ok," Ella says again and without a 2nd thought types out her home address and email address.

A few minutes later Joe sends her a PDF document which contains her contract. If she likes the terms she can come to the office and talk things over in more detail and when all is agreed, sign a printed copy there.

"And pay close attention to the details in the contract, like your full name and salary but also vacation days and stuff, just make sure it’s all correct and to your liking. If not, discuss it at the office."

Knowing these youngsters barely ever read full documents.

Ella glances over the contract which is full of legalese about trade secrets for their work method and policies, customer privacy and non-disclosure. It outlines her duties on page 3, which is full time phone support.

After staring at the first 3 pages she skips to the end, trusting Joe. He is a friendly guy after-all. On the last page she sees her payment mentioned which is to be made out through a bank transfer, and thinks she’s getting a good deal.

"Ok, I've read it, it sounds good. Now what?" Ella asks. Joe sits at his computer, baffled by how quick she agreed clearly not having read the contract fully. He cautiously asks if she's really sure she wants the job.

Ella types "YES!"

Joe shakes his head. This is way too easy sometimes, he smirks, already thinking about his signing bonus. "Great Ella, welcome aboard I guess. If you come to the office now we can process everything before the weekend."

“Uh-huh! I’ll be there within the hour.” Ella types.

She then changes into a pair of cotton pants along with her favorite blouse and heads out to the indicated address on her bicycle.

Joe meanwhile notifies the receptionist in Bristol that Ella is coming right now for a job. Assuming she’ll take care of the rest.

It’s a fairly short drive and about 20 minutes later she stands in front of a boring looking building a few blocks from the city center. Looking at the building a doubt creeps into her head. It exudes a negative energy. And, to Ella it doesn't look like an office building at all. Not what she expected.

“Who cares, I’ll work in Bath anyway…” She murmurs to herself.

She puts her bike next to the entrance and peers through the glass. Inside is a marble tiled lobby with a big desk and a potted plant next to it.

‘That looks office-like,’ she thinks.

She pushes the door open and steps inside. Looking around nervously, before walking towards the desk where a woman wearing way too much make-up is sitting.

"Hello? I'm here for a Job, Joe sent for me. I'm Ella." She introduces herself.

A woman sitting behind the desk looks up, "Oh yes, Ms. Bloom? We've been expecting you. Please wait here."

Ella looks around but sees nowhere to sit. "Ehh, ok…"

A minute or so later a handsome looking man walks into the lobby and invites Ella to a small office where he introduces himself as John. Ella introduces herself with a simple 'Hello!' and asks if Joe told him about her, but John is preoccupied with printing her contract.

"Are you sure you're up for working in our special services business?" He asks, looking Ellas tiny frame up and down.

"Uhh, yea I think so, it's just helping customers right? Joe said…"

"Right. You'll be helping customers alright.” John interrupts her. “I'm only asking because usually women with your physique are not up to the task, it's long hours, which will be intense. And not every client is as friendly or considerate." He looks at her with a frown, not sure if she understands what's about to happen.

"My physique?” Not sure what that has to do with phone calls, Ella blinks at John.

“Yea well, seeing you’re of a rather small build, petite even. But if you think you can handle it. Surely you’ll be loved by our clients when they get their hands on you.”

“Right, but I’m fine with people. I’ll just talk to them and figure out what they want. Joe said there is a script,” she assures John with an innocent smile. John makes it sound like she'll be working in a store, face to face with people. So weird.

At the same time, John wonders who Joe is and smiles back at her, "Fine then. Let’s get started. Shall we?“

Ella nods and he grabs her contract from the printer and puts it in front of her. She quickly glances at the first page and sees it's a lot of legalese again. It looks all the same as what she looked at at home, skips to page 8 and notices her salary is way too high.

Smirking at the 6250 pounds salary Ella signs on the dotted line. She is so preoccupied with the salary that she doesn't even notice the contract has the wrong name on it.

John looks at her, welcomes her and puts the papers aside. “So you know what's next?"

"Yea," Ella replies nodding energetically, "2 weeks to start and I'm paid via the bank." It being the only thing she remembers from the contract and that’s what Joe had told her.

"Correct. Well when you're ready, please follow me. Do you want a drink?" John gets up and holds out a bottle of water with a red label.

"Eh, Now? I thought I’d start Monday…”

“Oh, but usually girls start right away.” John argues.

“Oh ok. Then I'll have a drink," Ella nods, thinking she’ll be talking a lot for the afternoon and takes a couple of big swigs.

‘Everything is weird… And shouldn’t I go to Bath?’ she thinks.

Before she can ask any questions Ella feels her knees go weak. She's suddenly feeling extremely tired. "John…" she gasps. "Help, what's… hape…"

“Don’t worry Zoey, this is how you start, remember?”

“Who’s Zoey?” Ella mumbles and she sinks through her knees and slumps back in her chair. She’s unconscious before her back touches the backrest.

John already expected this and quickly picks up her limp body and carries her into a room adjoining his office and puts her on a table that’s not unlike one of those steel tables they use in mortuaries.

He then strips off her clothes and neatly folds everything and puts it along with all her possessions into a plastic container with a sticker with ‘Zoey’ written on it. On top he puts a copy of her contract and then he puts the container in a stack of 7 similar ones in the corner of the room.

Next he briefly inspects Ella's body and finds it in good enough health, her smooth skin has no blemishes at all. He admires her long brown hair that frames her face for a moment. Gently rubbing her pussy he notes she's completely smooth as if she shaved this morning.

"That saves some time," he mutters.

He realizes he didn’t ask her what her sexual preferences are and after a moment of doubt he shrugs and wheels the table to a messy room down the hallway. It looks like a hobbyist workshop.

Setting the brake he then calls out to his colleague, “Quinn, here’s the first one for today! I’ll send you her info in a minute!” Not waiting for a reply he returns to his office to prepare her profile.

Back at his desk he also remembers he should have taken her information for her info sheet. And while he's thinking about what to put on it, the receptionist notifies him that Zoey has just arrived.

"Zoey?" He asks back. "But she's already in processing…"

"Eh, no… You were meeting with Ella Bloom just now." The receptionist corrects him.

"Oh, crap… But they’re both here for the cat job? Right?"

"Yep. As far as I know…" The receptionist confirms with a sigh.

"Yeah, ok… Thanks, I'll be there in a minute."

John quickly prints out a contract with her name on it and signs it with Ella’s simplistic signature and the problem is solved.

The first contract goes in the shredder and without a 2nd thought the evidence of his stupidity is erased and he walks out to meet the real Zoey.

2 – Preparations Zoey loves this stuff, this will be her 6th time. She has never met John before. Instead Quinn had been her handler until he moved on to work in the workshop. Zoey once again really needs the money and tries to talk John into paying more in exchange for lifting one of her few limits.

John is only half listening and agrees without thinking, he’s focused on filling out Ella’s profile with fake information. Just about the only truthful thing in it is her name, age and thumbnail photo. He clicks save and sends the profile to Quinn and focuses on Zoey, who looks impatiently at him.

“What’s that? Limits removed?” he asks.

“Yeah, you know. In exchange for more money. As I just told you. I really need it.” Zoey repeats herself.

“Oh yea, sure sure. What limit would you have lifted?” John wants to know, loading up her file.

“Surprise me…” Zoey waves away her decision.

“And how much more did you have in mind?” John wants to know next.

“Ehm, 3000 quid extra?” Zoey tries.

“Tell you what, I’ll double the pay if you double your time.” John offers, drawing a blank.

“No can’t do. I need to be somewhere in 3 weeks.” Zoey counters.

John ‘hmms’. He is not that creatively perverted, he has no idea what else they can do to Zoey. So he leaves that choice to Quinn.

“Well, talk to Quinn. He’s doing preparations these days. You’ve met Quinn before, right?”

Zoey nods. “Quinn always had many ideas and knew what to do…” comes her unsubtle response.

“Yeah yea, I just started a week ago, OK?” John argues. “Anyway, same profile and preferences as last time?”

“Yeah, just the removed limit.” Zoey agrees.

After some back and forth they settle on 1200 pounds extra and Zoey will discuss what limit will be removed with Quinn.

This satisfies Zoey and they chit-chat for a bit while John updates her file with the new arrangement, and they wait for Quinn to finish with Ella.

Zoey doesn’t want to be unconscious while she’s prepared. She’s not falling for that again.

Quinn, meanwhile, is busy in his workshop and admires Ella who is looking very peaceful as she lies unconscious on the table.

He stares at her naked body wondering why she would choose this role, and for 2 weeks no less. Somehow Ella doesn’t strike him as a resilient girl who can take 2 weeks of abuse. Certainly not with as little limits as her profile indicates.

Ella of-course hasn’t made any such choice. But John did.

“Oh well, It’s your mistake to make… Pet girl it is,” he smirks.

Getting started, he rummages through the supply cabinet and finds mittens for Ella. The mittens have no fingers and resemble cat paws, complete with a fur-like skin on the outside.

Inside is a cavity for her hands, also without space for stretched out fingers. Working the mitts onto her hands is a bit difficult, mostly because her fingers need to curl up just right to fit her hand inside. This is always a bit finicky with unconscious girls, but he manages after a few attempts.

Pressing her hand flat while tightening the zipper her fingers are squished almost flat. The zipper goes under a wrist strap which is locked shut with a tiny padlock and Ella’s hands are useless.

He then slips straight boots over Ella’s feet and lower legs. These go on much easier and are worn like ballet boots, forcing her feet in an en-pointe position, this’ll prevent Ella from standing. The cat fur comes up to just under the knee. The main difference with real boots is that there is no heel, but instead a molded steel strip extends down from her calf over over the back of her heel down the length of her foot almost to her toes.

These are zipped up and locked shut around the ankle. And Ella’s feet can no longer bend or move at her ankle. This makes it so that she can not walk, but instead has to crawl on her knees.

Next is her cat mask, which is a sturdy clamshell-like full head covering. Inside is soft padding, fully enclosing the wearer's head. On the outside it resembles a cat face. Complete with fur, whiskers and pointy ears.

The mouth can not move but is slightly open, barely enough to slip a pinky-finger through. This is how Ella breathes. Inside the mouth is a squishy rubbery gag. Two small tubes sit in her nose so she can breathe that way as well.

Quinn bunches up her hair and holds the rear half of the mask against Ella’s head catching the hair inside. He then swivels the front in place. Working the gag into her mouth and positioning the nose tubes. The gag is shaped like a long sausage and just barely fits in her mouth. When he pushes the mask fully closed the gag almost touches her throat.

Through the length of the flaccid dildo runs an air channel that lets Ella breathe, and when she makes a sound her voice is deformed and sounds like a mewling cat. Her eyes are covered but if she looks straight ahead there are 2 tiny holes for some very limited vision. The cat ears let sound through so Ella can hear what’s going on around her.

Quinn checks the position of the mask and clicks it closed. Locking it with clasps on either side of her head. He then re-arranges the cat like skin so it sits over the seam and it and the locks are hidden.

A wide leather collar goes around her neck. On the front is a steel loop from which a name-tag dangles. On it he writes ‘ELLA’ with a black marker. And on the same loop he clips a leash which for now is just dangling from the side of the table.

For the final touch a body harness is put on her, soft brown straps criss-cross her torso. Circling her breasts and hips, around her shoulders and meeting on 2 central points on her back in steel rings. When that’s in place it too is locked on with a tiny padlock and on the lower ring a long cat tail is connected.

Being pretty much done Quinn picks her up and pushes her into a spacious dog carrier. Being unconscious Ella sort of crumbles on the floor right inside the door and lays in an awkward position. Completely unaware of what’s happening to her.

On the door is a clear plastic sleeve for some information about the cat inside.

Next Quinn prints the info sheet. On it is her basic information, similar to how pet asylums sometimes have details about the pets they have on offer. It lists her name, age, race, hair color, favorite color and food and a few more of such basic details.

It goes on to specify a few sexual preferences, including anal and spanking. No limits are specified.

In her 'bio' a short intro is written where Ella states that she's excited to be a pet and that she’s up for anything.

Looking through the door he stares at her excellent butt that sticks up leaning sideways against the carrier wall. He absentmindedly reaches inside and gently probes her vagina, which elicits a soft moan from Ella and causes her to stir.

He then closes the door and places the information sheet into the sleeve.

“Well Ella… Hope you know what you’re doing.” Quinn mumbles to himself. He’s a people person with a good sense of someone’s capabilities and wants. He thinks Ella shouldn’t be a pet girl. If anything, just be a regular escort girl. But her profile says she wants it like this so who’s he to argue.

He grunts as he lifts Ella’s carrier onto a low cart and wheels her to the side so he can prepare Zoey.

She happily talks to Quinn, insinuating John is a bit of an asshat. Quinn gives her a brief hug and they set on to prepare her for her role.

Minutes later she's naked and folds her fingers so Quinn can put the mittens on her hands. Casually chatting to him throughout the procedure as her boots are put on. The body harness is strapped on tight.

She brought a flimsy hairnet to stuff her hair in which Quinn laughs at the clever idea. He never thought of using such a thing and makes a mental note to order them in bulk for future girls. Little things like this, and the enjoyment of what they do here. He likes Zoey a lot for that.

"Open wide…" Quinn instructs her.

"Wait!" Zoey interrupts him. "We need to talk about the new limits."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. John agreed to remove a limit and to increase my pay." Zoey proudly announces.

"Right. But you have so few limits already… I don't know." Quinn hesitates.

They look at each other for a moment and smile.

"Surprise me…" Zoey says and opens her mouth to receive the mask dildo.

Quinn says nothing and feeds the flaccid dildo between her teeth. He has no idea what to do with Zoey, she has pretty much no-limits already. So his best idea is to play a psychological game.

Just before Quinn closes her mask he whispers in her ear that her 2 week limit will be extended to 2 months with no breaks in the clinic.

Zoey’s eyes go wide and she starts to make a noise, but the mask is clicked closed and locked. That wasn't the deal, and she feels betrayed. Of-course she doesn’t know what’s real and what’s not and she struggles helplessly thinking it’s a huge breach of her contract to keep her for that long.

She’s then shoved into her dog carrier and whines to be let out and renegotiate. But only the mewling of a cat is heard. The simple lie causes her so much stress that she's suddenly not at all looking forward to the coming weeks anymore.

Joe meanwhile edits her profile to allow rough anal sex, instead of just 'regular' anal sex. A fairly mundane change for someone like Zoey, he thinks.

3 – Play thing Ella is waking up. Feeling a weird pressure on her head and a cramp in her fingers. She opens her eyes and sees… nothing.

She tries to open her mouth but feels that she can't. Her throat feels weird too, like something is stuck in there. She chokes up and gags but can't dislodge the thing pushing against her throat.

Starting to panic she instinctively tries to breathe deeply and finds this very hard. This freaks her out immensely and Ella starts to struggle and make noises. Every time she moans and groans there is a mewling, wheezing sound.

After a few minutes she calms down a bit, getting used to her filled mouth. At-least no more gagging.

Quickly having enough of this, Ella tries to get up.

Pushing herself upright she immediately bumps her head into the roof of the dog carrier.

‘What the fuck?’ she thinks.

After feeling around for a while she comes to the conclusion she’s in some sort of chest. This feels completely surreal and unable to see what’s going on she might still be dreaming. Is she still dreaming? One of those super realistic nightmares?

She wants to wake up, but finds she is wide awake. Or so she assumes. Nothing makes sense really.

She then feels movement, her tiny world is moving. Gliding forwards, sideways, down, forwards again. She sees nothing of this, nor does she hear anything else than a rustling sound of a cart or something and footsteps.

With a slight shock she stops moving. A tilting flying motion and she’s set down somewhere with a dull thud.

‘Now what?’ she thinks.

Unknown to her, she and Zoey have been placed in a larger room. 3 other carriers are there as well. Sort of haphazardly placed, but all facing a glass wall. Each contains a pet girl.

Ella panicky wonders what the fuck is going on. How did she get into this? And vaguely remembers going into a building for a job and then nothing. ‘So weird,’ she thinks, and considers she must be having a nightmare. But somehow that doesn’t seem true.

Outside of the room in the guest lobby her and Zoey's info sheets are displayed on a screen. A flashy label is drawing attention to her like a cheap promotion, offering her and Zoey as the new pets for the next 2 weeks. This draws the interest from customers as there hasn't been much change in kinky girls lately.

Most women working there wear the mandatory cat-ear headband, but otherwise are regular escorts.

People walk past the large glass wall and A few of them wonder if the women actually enjoy being a cat or if it’s just for money. They’re the people who are mostly here to fuck a regular woman.

A more niche clientele read the info sheets with much more interest and are actually curious to learn more about the new pets as that is their thing.

After a few minutes the first person steps into the room and opens Ella’s carrier. The man reaches inside for her leash and pulls her out. She’s tugged along to a different area, at first Ella tries to stand but she quickly finds that with her feet forced into a pointy position it’s impossible.

When she tries again she’s yanked to the floor by her leash indicating that she has to crawl on her hands and knees.

“Walk like a cat, stupid!” she hears a man sneer.

Laughter goes up around her.

‘A cat? I’m no fucking cat…’ Ella fumes. ‘What the fuck is going on?’

Ella freezes in a kneeling position, laying almost flat with her torso on her bent legs as if to hide.

She calls out to the people around her “Help me, let me go!” But all people hear is a mewling noise. Not a single syllable is recognizable as speech.

The Disappearance of Ella Bloom · Part 1 (1/6)
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