"Now, Queen Belle...what shall we do with you?", Beth grinned. "I don't care if you turn me into the most humiliating of beasts!", Queen Belle said. "Ah, but who said anything about beasts? All of your family already is, that would be so unoriginal. Besides, do you think I'm gonna be the one to care for all of them? Guard, hold her while I put this on her." Queen Belle, now forcefully being held in place saw Beth take out a larger collar than the last one, a combination of black leather and small iron rings. She strapped it tightly around Queen Belle's neck, who gasped for air for a moment before the collar's magic sank in. Like Princess' collar, this thing made the wearer completely obedient to whoever was its owner. "Y-you monster...I'll--" Queen Belle started but was interrupted when Beth simply said:"Shush, Belle. No calling your mistress names." She had no option but to comply and was silent at once.
"Now, Belle, you're quite at age already", Beth continued, "and we all know the best slaves are young, strong people and not queens walking around all dressed up. But we can fix that easily." With a snap of Beth's finger, the years began to wash off Belle until she looked no more than sixteen, making her skin supple and tight, and returning her hair's vivid color. Her queenly clothes disappeared off her, leaving nothing but pants, silk shirt, sandals and the gold pendant with the royal insignia around her neck to remind her of her heritage. Her hair was neatly draped into a long braid, and despite being a servant she still looked quite royal, though no more than most royal servants. "Now, what is the proper way to greet me?", Beth laughed. "My lady", Belle said as she kneeled. "Good. Princess, come meet your new caretaker." The little kitten skipped across the floor towards Belle, who could no longer bear to see her husband in this state. A tear rolled from her eye before she gave Princess a comforting petting between the ears, who responded by licking Belle's hand. "We're all done here then. Let's get these animals back to my castle. Most of them can be carried in cages, but I'll let Princess walk. At her age she needs the walking practice anyway." Beth strutted out of the castle with Princess close behind her, who finally got used to walking like this. Because she had retained most of her human thoughts, she had not gained the ability to instinctively walk on all fours yet, but she was learning. And, behind them, the former queen Belle who had no choice but to follow Beth like a slave because Beth had said so, though her thoughts were at how to remove this collar...