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A new Pet, for a Pet. (Skatergirl122 x Wolfy)

Wolfy

Wolfy

Supernova
Joined
Nov 7, 2010
A clap of thunder cracked the stillness of the night, making the little girl jump. With a huff, and a mild blushing of her cheeks for being so silly, she returned to looking at herself in the mirror, puckering her lips and coating them with lipstick.

The girl checked over her freshly showered body in the mirror, and gave herself a quick wink. She was a short girl, with a pair of nice legs, topped off by a curvy round bottom, now clad in nothing more than a lacy white thong. She giggled before finishing applying her eyeliner, and other makeup, and giving the blond curls that fell to her shoulders another quick bush before bouncing back to her room and falling on the bed. She wasted little time rolling up first, one white thigh-high up her leg, followed by the other, buckling each garter to the top of the sexy garments, before finally sliding her arms into a matching bra, turning herself around to study the girl in the mirror.

She was aiming for looking like a sexy little crumpet tonight. And so far she was succeeding. Turning to her closet, she pulled out her newest addition, a tempting little red-ridding hood outfit and eagerly pulled it over her body. White petticoat, puffing out the short red miniskirt, tapered at the waist, it was a nice complement to her small frame, and she waste little time tieing the hood around her neckline and giving herself another once over before slipping each foot into a pair of black heels.

She was feeling sexy, and naughty, and all to shove it in the face of her ex for dumping her. Chelsea smirked at herself, unbelieving that she'd actually done all this because of a stupid boy -- this was by far the most tempting little outfit she'd ever worn -- but she was mad, and hurt, and was going to make an absolute fool of him at the party tonight.

But if the little red had any idea just who had been watching her the past few weeks, and what types of things they'd had in mind... she might have opted to be a little less appetizing tonight of all nights.
 
Grabbing onto a branch and pulling himself up as he looked into the window at the appetizing girl he was ordered to retrieve for his master. He was a were servant but he would do anything to appeal to him. Most people would came in contact with the man fought for his attention. Men and women alike.

He looked down at the grey, wolf like, guard dog he had brought with along with him just encase. Looking a little farther to see the small black car he had parked nearby, so he could grab the girl and get out quick.

He looked back through the window and smirked at the girl. He had the perfect plan to get her. Somewhat ironic too. He jumped down from the tree landing softly on the ground. He snapped his fingers at the dog as it perked it's ears and ran around front of the house quick. He had already got into the car and started it as he saw the dog in the road.

It had been trained many times over to perform this trick. As it raised it's head and let out a long howl as the car got closer going at a faster speed. The car suddenly jamming on the breaks. The noise screeching through the neighborhood in the night. The dog yelping loudly and falling over. Pretending as if the car had hit him.

The man had watched the girl for weeks and knew for a fact she had a soft spots for dogs. As he got out of the car pretending to be in a panic. Hoping this would work and she would see the scene outside and take the bait.
 
Chelsea jumped up from her chair, and ran to the bedroom window. She peaked out, hands running to her face as she let out a horrified gasp. Without another thought she scampered out front door, not even pausing to grab her coat. Her heels clicked along the sidewalk and driveway as she hurried towards the poor man and his dog, her heart pounding in her ears.

"Are you ok?" she called out going over to the man and kneeling in-front of the dog. Her eyes looked him over thoroughly, finding nothing to cause the shallow breathing of the animal, or it's soft, painful whining. Her skin prickled at the back of her neck as she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't see the man anywhere. What happened to him? Slowly she started to get up, mumbling about she needed to get her cell and call for a hospital. Anything to suddenly put some distance between herself and this strange incident. She was pissed. If this was some kind of sick joke, she was calling the cops on this asshole, if it wasn't....
 
Wolfy said:
Chelsea jumped up from her chair, and ran to the bedroom window. She peaked out, hands running to her face as she let out a horrified gasp. Without another thought she scampered out front door, not even pausing to grab her coat. Her heels clicked along the sidewalk and driveway as she hurried towards the poor man and his dog, her heart pounding in her ears.

"Are you ok?" she called out going over to the man and kneeling in-front of the dog. Her eyes looked him over thoroughly, finding nothing to cause the shallow breathing of the animal, or it's soft, painful whining. Her skin prickled at the back of her neck as she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't see the man anywhere. What happened to him? Slowly she started to get up, mumbling about she needed to get her cell and call for a hospital. Anything to suddenly put some distance between herself and this strange incident. She was pissed. If this was some kind of sick joke, she was calling the cops on this asshole, if it wasn't....
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"Grab her.". He commanded. The dog jumping up quickly and latching his teeth onto the girls ankle. Pressing his paw on her heel making her fall to the ground with a thud. The man working fast as he slid his foot under her head and propped it up. Pressing a cloth to her mouth covering her nose as well. It was drenched in a strong drug that when it was inhaled would make you pass out. The dog let go and backed away. Whimpering at the deed he had down. Laying his ears back and tucking his tail underneath himself. Feeling guilty for what he had just done. (What? Dogs never do anything bad. He was forced to do this. :3 I like dogs if you can't tell. XD lol)

The man used one hand to hold the cloth to her face as he put one arm under her's. Starting to drag her to the still running car. The dog not to far behind.
 
Chelsea let out a startled yelp as she tumbled to the ground on her ass, eyes wide with confusion. She opened her mouth to scream as the foul smelling, dirty cloth smothered her lips and nose. Bright blue eyes wide with terror, she fumbled to rake her nails across her assailants face and arms, finding minimum contact as her thoughts and muscles already started to feel sluggish. The clothed hand dropped away as her limp body was being dragged to the car, a jolt of adrenaline surging through her system as he attempted to place her since. She let out a disoriented growl, part terror, part fear, and started kicking and clawing at the arms around her small frame. "Hlp" she groaned out weakly, shaking her head as she tried to summon the strength for a proper scream. :)p)
 
(Oh god....this is gonna hurt me more than him....*sighs*)

CRACK. You could hear the shatter of one of the dogs ribs as the man kicked it. It had enough and tried to attack his temporary master. The dog hit the ground with a yelp and a loud thump.

The man disregarded the dog and placed his hand over the girl's mouth tightly. Opening the back door of the car and bending her over on the seat. Pressing her face into the leather of the backseat as he started tieing her hands.

The dog standing roughly as it growled. Limping over to the man try to threatened him. The man chuckled at the creature as he finished tieing her hands and pushed her in. Grabbing the dog by the collar and throwing him in as well. The dog whacking against the door.

Slamming the backseat's door before, walking to the front of the car and jumping in. Shutting the door behind him as he pressed down on the gas. Driving down the street, making a break for it.
 
The sound of the car speeding away, and the soft feeling of a cold wet snout nuzzling her bound hands were the last things little red could make out before she succumbed to the fumes, her heart still jack-hammering in her chest as her deep blue eyes lazily fluttered closed again and refused to open. The entire ordeal, although it felt long for her, lasted only a few moments. Just like that Chelsea disappeared into the night with little trace.

(um I'd put more, but I don't know how you want to present Chelsea to her new owner yet, so for now, she'll just stay unconscious.)
 
It was later the next day. About 8:00 pm when (um...any name preferences?) Looked up at the clock in the kitchen while scrubbing the counters. Smirking as this was about the time the man who had brought her little present to her said she would awaken. Finishing up the chore her master had givin' her before he had left. Walking over to the sink and rinsing her hands off. Drying off her hands before turning and making the journey to her room to change into what she had set out for herself when she saw how her little pet was dressed. She passed the door the girl slept in, her smirk growing as she did. Opening her door just down the hall and disappearing inside.


The dog laid at the end of the bed the innocent girl had been chained to. His chest wrapped in medical bandages he had been put in for his injury. Looking back at the girl he had helped capture into this new life. Whimpering and turning his head and watching the door. Hearing the new mistress walking by. He tensed. Remembering when she had first been brought her by her master. Laying his head down on the blankets, letting out another whimper.

(XD I'll get a name for both of them unless you have some you'd like to be used?)
 
(your character :p you name her ^^)

A low painful moan arose in Chelsae's chest as her drug educed slumber started ebbing. She could hear little noises and the like coming from around her and wondered idly what was the fuzzy thing laying next to her, but her mind was still far to groggy to make much sense of anything. She was still dressed for the party, her skirt and petticoats hiked up around the poor girls waist, revealing the tops of her white thigh-highs, and matching thong. A black collar was locked tight around her neck, a silver dog tag hanging from, her name engraved on the metal.

Slowly her eyelids fluttered open, her vision a foggy mess from being out for so long. She starred up at the ceiling, blinking aimlessly, completely confused and disoriented for the moment. Her mouth felt try and itchy, she moved to lick her lips only to have her tongue brush up against the red ball gag nestled in-between her teeth. "mmhhp" she said weakly, very confused. After a few moments, her head started to clear and she began to move about. The sound of metal greeted her as she moved her head, realizing the collar was attached by a chain to a loop in the wall. She tired to move her hands, only to find each limb ruthlessly cuffed to one of the posts rendering her almost completely immobile, spread eagle on the mattress.
 
The dog turned his head back hearing the girl move. Watching as she struggled. He whimpered and stood up shakily, moving closer to her in attempt to try and calm her down. He had a look of shame on his face. Regretting helping the man capture her. He moved his soft head against her face. Whimpering. (I haven't got a name yet so I haven't had her come in. Lol. I'll have one next turn. Sorry it's so short.)
 
(umm Claire? Jennifer? Isabella? :p)
Chelsea let out a gurgled scream through her ballgag, feeling the bite of a shackle around each wrist and ankle as she tried to flail around the bed uselessly, her hips rising up off the mattress and slaming back down onto the bed in panic. The chain locking her collar clacked and banged against the metal bed as she tried desperately to free herself from the cruel entrapment. Her mind raced trying to remember anything that had happened. A party right? She was supposed to be at a party. Did she make it? Why didn't she? How, who could have done this? What was going on? How long had she been like this?
 
"Out.". The simple word echoed through the room. A cruel sting to it as it left her lips. The dog immediately jumped off the bed and started walking towards the door. His head low and ears back. His tail between his legs as he passed the girl standing in the room.

Isabella shut the door behind the dog by leaning against it, pushing it closed with her back. A smirk was on her face. Not an evil one but one to strike a little fear into any who saw it.

Her body was the utter definition of perfection. Her brown hair cascading down her back and green eyes sparkling. She was definitely putting on a show for Chelsae as she stalked forward to her prey. She had got the evil idea to dress like a very slutty version of the big, bad wolf. A black corset covering her C cup (Almost D.) Sized breasts. She wore matching black lace panties
with black tight heel boots. (Black, black, black. Lol) Extremely appealing grey wolf ears and tail attached to her body.

She leaned over the bed, looking down at Chelsae. She did the honor of taking the gag off and letting it hit the bed with a soft thud.

(I fell asleep last night. My apologies. :( )
 
Chelsea's eyes were alight with concern at this new piece of the puzzle as she watched this girl stalk towards her. Even without the outfit, the woman seemed to be shrouded in a aura of foreboding for the little captive -- of course the fact that she was quite helpless and very confused didn't help matters any. She never let her gaze leave this strange woman as she moved about the room with a strange air of authority and confidence, or was it just the fact that Chelsea was so concerned? Either way it didn't take that long for her adrenaline to win the battle against the remaining grogginess in her system -- her heart thundered away like a jackhammer, she could swear the woman must almost be able to hear it. Struggling hard she shoved down the anxiety coursing through her system, and forced herself to focus.

She had been kidnapped. Drugged it seemed. She couldn't really remember how or why, only the shadow of someone much larger than this woman. What had she been doing before? A party. A date? How did she end up like this? She vaguely remembered the car and the man's trickery, but couldn't focus on the details much. The girl, seemed to tower over her prey as Chelsea searched the woman's' eyes for any clue as to what was going on. She felt a very faint blush rise in her cheaks as Isbella's fingertips brushed her face when unhooking the ballgag and letting it fall away.

Chelsea took a careful moment to work her sore jaw muscles, biding her time to try an force down her fear further. "Who the hell are you?" she willed her voice to remain steady and firm, despite the young girls frightening predicament, and part of her mind desperately wishing she was wearing a far less appetizing outfit.

(haha it's ok, I should be on quite a bit today and tonight :) )
 
Isbella smirked. Her eyes sparkling with a mysterious glow. She took a quick step away from the bed and twirled on her foot, the tail she had on swinging with her. She didn't want to . answer Chelsea's question yet. She cocked her hip out and rested her hand on it. She had decided to have a little fun with the poor girl. "I'm fucking sexy.". She winked. Totally disregarding the seriousness in the air when she answered the question. Plus it was quiet easy to tell the younger girl was scared. Isbella was in a good mood and would help her calm down a bit before getting serious. 'Oh my god....that face is fucking adorable....' Isbella cooed inside her head. Chelsea was pissed, and she had one of the cutest angry faces Isbella had ever since.

(Didn't mean to send the last one. Lol.)
 
Chelsea's eyes narrowed at the show Isabella was putting on for her, not the least bit impressed. "This isn't funny guys!" she screamed, looking at the room, empty save for the dog, herself and this strange girl. "What did they do to put you up to this?" she said, a nervous laugh choking out. That was it she'd realized. This was a joke. a prank. a bad one. Her friends had decided to play a Halloween prank on her, and her boyfriend had probably helped them! The bastered! Well it wasn't funny, and Chelsea wasn't the least bit amused, only pissed off now. When silence met her cry for her friends to show themselves, she tried to pull and yank at her chains. Already stretched taught against the bed it was almost painful, she succeeded in little more than causing her skirt and petticoat to rise up more.

"You, what the hell are you doing standing there staring at me, fucking undo these stupid cuffs right now and show me my friends so I can kick their asses for this." she demanded, her temper quite large for such a tiny girl.
 
Isbella stepped forward closer to the girl and leaned over her. Almost teasing her, knowing Chelsea couldn't push her away. She let her hand wander to her prey's waist before letting it slide up her body to the girl's soft cheek. She smiled softly. "Just calm down...." then that sweet soft smile turned into a evil smirk. "Or else...." the look in Isbella's eyes told all of the wet dreams she had to Chelsea. And how much she wanted and WOULD play out with her. "Now will you just calm down, sweetie? An angry pet will be punished......".
 
The poor girl shivered at the woman's touch, her eyes blue pools of fear as the reality of her situation started sinking in. This wasn't a trick, it wasn't a joke. She'd been kidnapped last night. Blurry images of the event filtered though her mind, the dog being hit, someone, she couldn't see who, grabbing her, a cloth that smelled horrible.

"C-calm? Calm down?!" Chelsea began to shout and tried to squirm as much as she could against her bindings, angry and terrified she jerked her head back away from the woman in-front of her that was acting so casual at the situation. Her head wiped around to the offending hand next to her face and without even thinking of the consequences she bit down hard on the woman before letting go.
 
Isbella yelped loudly as she pulled her hand away. She stared at the bite mark on her hand as her own calmness turned to rage. She swung her hand back and let it fall quickly. The back of her hand whamming into the side of Chelsea's face hard. She pulled away to see her red hand print on the girl's face. "I mother fucking warned you dammit!" Isbella yelled. Completely pissed.

The dog still.laid by the door. He heard the sound of Isbella's hand slapping Chelsea across the face. Her growled loudly which didn't help at all. Isbella swung around, fury present in her eyes. " Out! You damn mutt! Out!" The dog almost broke his legs at the speed he jumped up and ran out the door. Utterly terrifed by the women.
 
Chelsea let out a smirk right before she saw Isbella's hand coming for her face, her head snapped to the side as her hand connected to the girl's face with a loud slap, followed by a cry of pain. "You warned me?!" she yelled, struggling hard against her cuffs again. "You come in here all smug and cocky acting like a little slut, have me tied to a goddamn bed, and what the hell is around my neck, a collar? What the fuck do you think your playing at?" she screamed, anger and stubborn rage flowing freely now.

"This isn't a stupid game bitch. Now I don't know who you are, or what the hell you are thinking with this little prank, but you better fucking let me go right fucking now or when I do get out I'm kicking your ass with them regardless of what my friends say." she fumed, letting the anger run its course. She was on the edge of near panic now. Why hadn't anyone come to laugh at her already and let her go. It wasn't funny anymore.
 
Isbella grabbed the helpless girl by the neck. She was strangling her but was holding her neck firmly. She bought her free hand up and slapped Chelsea again. Hard. "You better listen to me god dammit." Her grip tightened slight before she continued. "No fucking friend of yours is coming to save you. You're MILES away from where they even are. You're in Alaska. Where did you live before?......Flordia?" Isbella smirked. She leaned forward to stare right into Chelsea's fearful eyes. "You wouldn't last 5 fucking minutes outside. And right about now I'm thinking of tieing you to a mother fucking tree and leaving you there till you straighten out.". She leaned even closer now. Her grip falling just a little. "But if your a good little pet you'll get praised. Understand, Chelsea?". A wide evil smirk spreaded across her face.
 
Chelsea let out a whimper as she looked into the strangers eyes, shivering at the grin that was on her face. Who the hell was this girl anyway? Was she completely mental? How'd she get kidnapped by a crazy lady? She tired to press herself further into the matress, to get the woman s hand away from her neck anyway she could. "I'm not your pet, I'm not some mutt you can adopt I'm a human being!" she whined, eyes full of fear as she looked over this woman.
 
"That may be true. You are a human, but that doesn't mean you can't be a pet. ". Her eyes soften slightly when she repeated her master's own words. She remembered how scared she had been. How she had to forget her old life and adapted to this one. Her grip on Chelsea's neck released itself as she pulled away. "I have..things I need to do. Listen to me clearly. Know that there are men all through this house. And if you try to leave or fight anyone here, they will hurt you. ". Isbella turned and started walking to the door. Leaving the room where Chelsea was tied and going to her own room.

After about 15 minutes the cuffs around Chelsea's wrists released themselves and fell to the floor. Isbella had just left and had things she needed to pick up to fix to eat and just normal stuff. She didn't really mind if Chelsea wandered around the mansion. She couldn't leave and there was nothing she could get into.

(I figure she finds Isbella's files or something and then she gets caught by Isbella when she gets home and gets punished~ meaning kinky time~ XD lol)
 
(Oh that sounds delicious)

Chelsea screamed after Isabella. Even after she heard the door shut, and her walk away she screamed, and screamed and screamed until her voice was horse. Panting she let her head fall a back against the bed with a thud, eyes closing. Suddenly she felt her binds release, freeing her sore limbs. Painfully she pulled her stiff arms and legs into her, curling up on the bed in a ball as she tried to massage some feeling back into her extremities, get the circulation going again.

After a few moments she looked around the room she was in, catching sight of herself in a mirror. She blushed. God what was she thinking wearing an outfit like this. She tried to adjust the short skirt and pull it down a bit to no avail. Pushing herself off the bed the little blond made her way to a closet. Maybe she could find something less vulnerable to wear.

Opening the double doors Chelsea let out a gasp, her gaze falling upon a closet stocked full of clothing. All of it an assortment of sexy or kinky outfits. Chelsea saw a french maid get up right away, complete with feather-duster, tight leather skirts, and some sort of leather top that would be lucky to cover Chelsea's breasts, even if they were on the smalls side. Upon closer inspection, a chill ran down Chelsea's spine. Outfit after outfit, from the bra's, to the tight leather pants, to the panties, thongs, heels, everything, exactly her size. Oh god. This was planned. Her being brought here. Far in advance it looked like. Her heart lept in her chest as she eyed an assortment of tight looking corsets.

Quickly she shut the door, leaning her back up against it and breathing heavily. She ran to the windows and yanked open the curtains and was shocked again. Three stories up at least, but what shocked her most was the amount of snow on the ground, and what looked like miles of deserted land. This house alone was huge she realized, absolutely gigantic. She threw her fist against the glass only to pull it back throbbing. Running and picking up a metal statue, she slammed it against the glass. It bounced off and back into her hand with barely a mark on the surface.

Was this a house or a prison?

Chelsea turned around and slumped up against the glass moaning unhappily. "Ugggh!" she shouted pushing herself off the glass and folding her arms across her chest. Who ARE these people anyway? She thought feeling her heart sink a little. After a moment of distress, Chelsea leaped to the door and nearly squealed when it turned under her hand. Dashing out into the hall way she spotted someone down the hall who barely seemed to register her presence for now.

She crept down the hallway trying to act normal. Well as normal as she could in this situation anyway. The man glanced at her, sending shivers down her spin at how vulnerable she was dressed like this and at these peoples mercy, but the guy didn't blink an eye at her, didn't look her up and down, just a simple light not in her direction before turning back towards the hallway. That was defently a response the girl wasn't used to or expected, especially how she was dressed now or after her run in with that girl.
 
He knew. Pardon me. Everyone knew that Chelsea belonged to Isbella. They all knew if they even looked at her the wrong way they'd be puinshed beyond belief. But even worse....when their mast er came back they would probably be killed. The man kept walking down the hall. His thoughts filled with Isbella's screams.....of pain....pleasure.....fear....if you could scream over it he had heard Isbella's version of it. Everyone who lived in the house had. He tried to push those thoughts aside. As he had more important things to worry aboutl for one he had to check and make sure the fear room was locked up tight. Nothing could leave that room.....he shivered at those memories.

"CATCH THAT MUTT!" Two men yelled at the same time. A dog that looked like it hadn't eaten in years charged right past him and Chelsea. He pulled out a weapon that one could only dream of and shot it. A large chain shot out of the barrel and roped itself around the dog's neck. Jerking it to a stop. "You idiots. You have weapons a man could only dream of and yet you chase this dog like damn-ugh. Just take the mutt and go.". The man turned and left. Dropping his weapon that was connected to the dog with a loud clack.

(Lol....random filler....XD and as for the fear room.....eh...it's just a torture room...blah blah blah....full of mutants and monsters...nothing unusual...XDD lol)
 
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