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

(XD lol)

Isbella was still sleeping peacfully in her large bed. Curled into a ball. It was quite late in the day already. About 12:30. She had slept throught breakfast and so did her little pet.

Speaking of which....

Chelsea was sleeping herself. Not peacefully though. She had a heavy metal chain attached to her black collar that was tightly placed on her neck, along with a muzzle on the young girl. The girl had also been stripped of her clothes and was literally only in her white thong. But probably the worse part was that she had on a black harness that matched her collar that squeezed her body just perfectly enough to make her bare breasts perk slightly.

Isbella yawned but didn't wake up just yet. She flipped her self over to see the girl still sleeping
as well in her own specialized kennel. She smirked a little before her eyes closed again. Pushing herself back to sleep.
 
Lazy blue orbs fluttered open for the second time in her new home. Her vision was a blurry haze at first as she tried to piece everything together, sunlight shining in through the windows helped illuminate her view as she awoke. She tired to yawn, finding her mouth unable to function properly.

Weird, she thought groggily, focusing in on the view from between her cage bars. Ugh, stupid bars. She thought sighing.
Wait. Bars? "Mmmph?" she managed finding her speech impeded by the black muzzle tightly fastened around her head. She shook her head, trying to clear her vision more, hearing the sound of rattling chains and a jingle from the dogtags attached to her collar.

Her hands flew to neck, feeling the collar locked tightly around her body, she pulled and tugged at it frantically, hands then flying to the rest of her body, nearly completely nude save for the skimpy little thong and whatever it was strapped to her body. "Mmmpph!!!!" she tried to shout, hands grasping the bars of the cage and uselessly trying to rattle them, her eyes spying a little wooden sign attached to her cage with her name em-blazed on it in brass. She whimpered and tried to shout, her muffled mews eeping out of the gag and floating around the room.
 
Isbella had woken up only a few minutes before Chelsea. In her shock of how late she had slept she bolted up from her bed and ran to her closet and picked out something quite sexy before running into the bathroom with it and jumping into the shower quickly. She had just gotten out of the steamy hot water when she heard her little pet stur in it's kennel. She threw on her outfit quickly before unlocking her bathroom door and stepping out. She smirked widely at the look on Chelsea's face when she saw her.

Isbella had picked out something so kinky and sexy it would've blown any man away in their lust. Probably the same effect for many women too.

She took a step forward; her black leather heels clicking on the ground as she did so. Isbella was dressed as a cop of some sort. Black heels covered her legs till just below her knees. Along with that she wore the tightest.....shortest....sexiest...booty shorts Chelsea had ever seen. They exposed part of Isbella's nice rounded ass cheeks, and to increase the temption, she wore a blue police officer top. It pretty much only covered her breast (and barely at that..) since it cut off just below the girl's large bust.

Isbella cracked the whip she had been holding in her hands as she aproached Chelsea's cage.

"Morning, darling~".

(Hehe...;3)
 
Chelsea gulped, eying Isbella wearily before her stubborn streak kicked back in. She pulled and yanked at the unforgiving collar attached to her neck, and the muzzle making a mockery of her protests. She glared up at the woman, obviously no more impressed by this little show than she was with the wolf getup.

She whimpered and tried to scream and pout and yell, frustrated at being stripped of the ability to even protest this indignity. This wasn't happening. This COULDN'T be happening to her! And to make it worse, this, this, this woman, this woman was standing in-front of her after she'd been shoved in a cage like a mongrel, and treated like a mutt! Still, despite herself she found a strange feeling creeping up her spine and forming deep in her belly at the sight of the woman. She shook her head, dismissing her thoughts, and focusing on her rage.

(ooo la la)
 
(Ooo kinky kinky xD)

Isbella squated down if front of the cage Chelsea was pretty much freaking out in. Giving her a cameltoe for Chelsea's wandering eyes. She smirked. "You want out?" She asked as her hand slipped through the bars of the cage and placed her pointer finger under her pet's chin and lifted it up, so they could see eye to eye. "You gotta work for it, pet~". The last word came off her tongue like poison as she let her fingers drop Chelsea's head, and come out from the kennel. Her hand wandered down to her shorts as she pulled at the waist band. Teasing the observing girl.

(Hm...prehaps they should go for a walk around the mansion? ;3 That'd catch people's eyes. XD)
 
(Hmm, perhaps keeping her muzzled and cuffed lead around on a leash? Something to let it sink it further than she's helpless? OHH and I just thought of a scene latter one with these two ^^ pm'd you)

Chelsea's eyes narrowed at her tone of voice, feeling the blow to her dignity. She looked around confused as Isbella took to herself, running a hand along her waistband, she turned her head away from the sight of Isbella, the only form of protest she had left.
 
"Hmph. If you won't look at me I'll let people look at you". Isbella said as she stood up and grabbed a matching black leash for the rest of Chelsea's attire. As she opened the cage door she snapped on the leash and let the heavy chain fall to the floor with a loud clack. She pulled her pet out and started dragging her behind her. Letting her have a nice view of her ass.

The harness around the girl constricted her, making it so she couldn't stand. It only allowed her to walk on her hands a knees; with the atception of letting her into a position that made it look as if she was begging for table scraps.

Once Isbella got to the door she looked back at Chelsea with an evil eye before pushing her infront and started making her strut down the hall. She still had the whip in her free hand and when Chelsea slowed or tried to protest she let it fall and strike her hard across the ass.

"Be a good girl and this will be over quick....".
 
Chelsea let out a fresh storm of muffled protests as she was leashed and dragged out of the cage, this wasn't what she'd intended. As she was lead out of the door, to avoid carpet burn she flipped around on her stomach, lifting herself up with her hands. Her face was a blood red blush of embarrassment as she was pushed out into the hall and forced to crawl along the walkway, her body open for all to see.

She felt her heart thundering in her chest as she was forced in-front of Isabella, a quick tap on the ass forcing her to hold her head up high, showing off the muzzle for all to see as she was paraded down the hallway, servants and creatures stopping their duties to observe this ritualistic degrading of the new pet.

Chelsea let out a muffled yelp of pain as she felt the sting of the crop across her ass, causing her to pick up the pace as she was humiliated. At the end of the hallway, Chelsea was forced to sit back on her legs, her upper body rigidly upright indeed making her look like a mutt begging for scraps. Chelsea's eyes wandered the place, escape was impossible, she had nothing to do but follow this bizarre, degrading routine.
 
Isbella kneeled down behind Chelsea. "How does it feel to let all these strangers see this beutiful body of yours?" She purred into her pet's ear as she let her hand rest on the poor girl's stomach before letting it trail up this rest of her body. She pulled Chelsea back into her sligjtly
Her large breasts rubbing on her as she pressed her softnlips to the quivering girl's neck.

"Get use to me touching you let this." She purred once again as she stood up. "Because that'll be the least sexual thing you'll get here." She made Chelsea turn again as she made her way back down the corridor. It seemed some of the men had went and told some others what was going on, because there was alot more gaurds standing along the walls this time around. It ticked her off a bit, seeing as Chelsea was her's and her's alone.
 
Chelsea let out a gurgled whimper, her face and ears burning red with embarrassment at this treatment. Chelsea was proud of her body, taught, flat tummy, her smooth silky legs, small but breasts, but they fit her body nicely, beautiful blond curls, fantastic curves. She fought back tears from falling, choking down her emotions. Some of the guards grinned and leered at her, winking suggestively when Isabella wasn't looking, making hand motions of spanking her and playing with her breasts. She shuddered at the thought.

Her eyes scanned the guards gathering to see such a show, her heart faltering at so many people relishing in her humiliation, she looked down avoiding eyecontact.
 
Isbella looked down as she made Chelsea continue to walk in front of her, admiring the ass that was exposed for her's and everyone else's eyes. But she had the best view by far,.she looked at the slightly glowing red mark where she had striked the girl, she smirked a little, hoping it showed Chelsea her place.

As the pair finally reached the end of the hallway again, she rested her hand on the girls collar, making her spin around so she could look her in the eyes. "Now are you ready to do as I say or do we have to make another lap?" Isbella threatened as she let her free hand crawl to her pet's ass and rub it softly. Soothing the stinging pain.
 
Her face burned deep red as she was forced to look her captor in the eyes, swallowing hard. She whimpered, nodding slightly and whimpering, she'd never felt so degraded in her life. Without thinking about waiting for Isbella's lead, she started heading back towards the bedroom, until she met the end of her leash, still firmly held by Isbella. She yanked her head towards the room, trying to indicate she was ready to go -- not thinking about the fact tha tit was up to Isbella to decided when she was to be seen by other people now, not her.
 
"Looks like someone wants to be fucked by their mistress~". Isbella purred as she stood in place. Not moving for a bit to tease her pet. Eventually though she started walking, letting Chelsea lead her to her or....their bedroom.

Finally the pair made it to the room and Isbella rested her hand on the doorknob. Turning it ever so slowly. As soon as the door opened enough though she watched Chelsea scurry in. She almost purred at the sight. Knowing that this punishment was an effective one but if it was a lasting one Isbella wasn't sure yet. She'd see soon though as she made her way to her bed and sat down on the egde. Crossing her long legs and staring at Chelsea lustfully.

"Come here~" she cooed. Pulling the poor girl closer with the leash in her hand.
 
Chelsea would have balked at how casual the woman's voice was after doing something like that to her, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to show her off like a dog, still she had little choice but to be pulled closer to the woman, letting out another gurgled frightened whimper as she was tugged directly in-front of the woman. Chelsea looked down at her hesitantly, not sure exactly what she was planning. She shook her head no, pleadingly, she didnt want this woman touching her body, her hands caressing the girls curves, her breasts and ass. Still, she had to admit, her mouth was strangly watering, even as she tried to dismiss the thoughts in her head.
 
A gentle hand pressed itself against Chelsea's cheek. Almost soothingly.

Isbella reached her hand back and grabbed onto the harness on the girl's back, undoing a latch making it so Chelsea could stand. She pulled the girl into her lap, her hands snaking around her prey's waist. She kissed her neck causing a shiver to run up through the frightened girl's spine. She purred at the feeling of the girl's quivering and held her tighter. As if she would blow away.

"You'll enjoy this....I promise....". She whispered inside Chelsea's ear. Her mouth grabbing onto her earlobe and nibbling softly.
 
Chelsea wanted to scream, she wanted to yell, and flail, and kick and punch, and cry.
Instead she whimpered like a puppy as this woman, her own personal keeper, tugged her small frame into her lap, curling her arms around the poor pet. She felt her hot lips against her collarbone, eyes flashing wide for just a moment as she shivered, feeling Isbella's grip tightening against her body.

She blinked and whimpered in response to the girls statement, shivering as her breath blew across the poor blonds highly sensitive ears. Just one of a few little horny spots on the petite blond's body. She highly doubted she'd enjoy anything the woman did to her, but if it kept up like this, Chelsea wasn't sure she'd have any choice.
 
Isbella was kissing down her neck now. Her hot breath capturing Cheslea in a cloud of lust as she was held in place tightly.

She moved the poor girl a little so she was sitting on her as if she was a chair before Isbella continued kissing her pet's neck. She let one of her hands slither up Chelsea's body up to her breast and squeezed the tender flesh softly. Her other hand found it's way to her neck where it tilted it slightly to expose more sensitive skin for Isbella to nibble and kiss.

She was desperate to get Chelsea to moan for her. She wasn't really sure why seeing as she probably shouldn't care less and just want to fuck her silly. But something kept making her gentle for this girl....it kept making her be slow and patient. Prehaps it was her sense of guilt. Or rather her experience in this situation. Whichever it may be it was making this alot less worse than Isbella's had been with her master. But hat was another story for another time. Right now she was focusing on Chelsea. And Chelsea only.
 
Chelsea half moaned, half screamed into her muzzle, unwillingly arching into the touch as Isbella kissed her neckline, hand grasping her breasts. She felt her pride waver and buck in response to her body being used this way, her mind and body at war with each other as goosebumps rose along the skin Isbella's fingertips touched. She wiggled and squirmed in the woman's grip, her tags jingling along her collar. Isbella seemed to take great time care to explore the pet's delicious little body, now nearly completely shaded light red, burning from the humiliation of being paraded around.

She squinted her eyes tightly, and shook her head, as if to will herself to finally awake from this ordeal, and be safe at home again. But no matter how hard she tried all she could feel was her skin shiver as Isbella squeezed her breasts, learning the shape and curve of her body like a stonecrafter might learn the curves of his marble statue. Because that's what Chelsea was now, property. A pet to this woman, and this would only be the beginning steps of her training.
 
Isbella purred at her pet's squirming. She let her lips finally come off Chelsea's skin before she moved her mouth next to her ear. Letting the hand that was holding her chin up slowly drag itself down her body and rest on her on other breast. Isbella was now groping both of the squirming girl's breasts in her hands, squeezing rather hard as she spoke to the girl, her warm breath sending yet another chill down Chelsea's spine. "Release to the temption...." Isbella whispered. She knew her new pet was trying to hold in her moans, it could easily be told by her body behavior. Her fingers suddenly grabbed Chelsea's nipples. She pinched them as an evil smirk grew on Isbella's face.

"Moan for me and I'll take that naughty little toy off..." she said, twisting and rolling the girl's nipples between her thumb and pointer fingers.
 
Chelsea's eyes flew open and she slammed her jaw shut, biting her tongue so hard she tasted blood. Despite her best efforts as her nipples harden under Isbella's expert touch. Body shivering at the sensations, a soft, light moan escaped through her gag, even as her ears turned red in embarrassment. Chelsea's eyes flashed with lust as she fought back her feelings, shaking her head, protesting the woman's touch. Thick blond curls flew about her head as she struggled and squirmed, gasping and protesting as best she could at the treatment. But as the moments past, and Isbella's advances continued her a low, lustful moan escaped her lips and rumbled around the room, just in time for the door to open without warning, scaring the shit out of Chelsea and causing her to tumble from Isbella's grasp and land hard on the floor, squirming. She inched and wormed her way into the corner, trying to turn around and see who'd interrupted her owners explorations, not sure if she was grateful or hateful.

(haha, have I mentioned I have a huge thing for teasing and withholding sexual release? Chastity belts, taped on vibrators, just some thoughts for down the road. ;) )
 
( ZOMFG. WHO DARE ENTER WHEN I'M HAVING MAH YURI TIMES?! XD lol. So should I put Isbella's master at the door or a servant? (That'll have to deal with Isbella's horrid temper? XD) or maybe even prehaps a mutant to scare the living shit outta both of them? XD)
 
(I was going to let you do what you want :p I think I'd prefer her master to be a scene Isbella chooses on her own terms, prepping and getting Chelsea ready to show off to him how well she can handle the girl -- maybe latter on he wants to use the two as servers at a small party, and Isbella has to prove Chelsea's up to the challenge ;) Maybe the two girls have to put on a little floor show for the guests as well, but no one can touch the two girls -- if we went that route I could add a little scene where Chelsea has to escort a guest to the bathroom or something and they try to take advantage of her and Isabella and her owner has to come to the rescue.)
 
(*fans self* *whistles* Damn girl...you got dem kinky ideas...XD lol)

It all happened too fast for Isbella to process. She had jerked forward when she heard the door creak open, causing her precious pet to fall to the ground with a thump. As any mistress would she went to pick up her little toy again. Till she saw 'it'.....

Isbella's dark green eyes flashed a look of horror as she shook her head in disbelief. Her mouth opened and her eyes wide as she backed up on the bed. She was quivering and shaking her head as if saying no. It toke less than a minute for her tears of terror to fall. They streamed down her cheeks as the mutant groaned and tilted her head to the side. Eyeing Isbella as if she was a scrap of meat, it when to take a step forward tilt a chain around it's ankles jerked it back; making it fall face first into the floor.

A large musclular man held the end of that chain. Holding it tightly in his fist as he looked at Isbella like he didn't scare the girl half to death. "Found this guy wandering around in that hold torture room. Whatcha want me to do with it?" He asked casually as he yanked the chain again keeping it on the floor.

Even though she saw the beast chained and unable to get to her she screamed. So loud everyone within the state of Alaska could hear the cry of horror. She seemed almost in a trace, her fear taking over her whole body and mind as she scurried under the blankets of her large bed and was sobbing loudly under the covers. Her whole body trembling.

"Uh....nevermind..." Thr man mumbled as he shut the door to Isbella's room and started dragging the monster down the hall behind him.

(Lets just say this isn't her first incounter with the mutant....lol....that thing leaves scars on everyone...have you ever played Amenisa? Oh god....*shivers*)
 
(I *ahem* try my best :p, what can I say, I'm abit addicted to kink. ^.^;; )

Chelsea blinked on the floor, dazed as if coming out of a trance after she'd automatically squirmed herself free of her Mistress, she brought her knees up to her chest, following Isbella's gaze until she sat sight upon the... the... thing. Her mouth fell open, although no sound came out, she'd never seen somthing as horrifying with her own eyes, like watching something stepping out of a horror movie and into real life. Once again she had the faintest idea she'd been dreaming this entire thing, although the memory of a slap still proved otherwise.

But what most shocked her was the chink in Isbella's armor this brief moment allowed her, all the confidence and cocky behavior drained from her body in an instant and she stood paralyzed gazing at the creature before she started shrieking loudly, diving for the covers and burrowing herself underneath them. Chelsea stood frozen for a few moments more after the man had yanked the creature out of the room, shutting the door with a loud slam to block out the woman's shrieks. Her hands over her ears she stood watching the poor girl compleatly lose it, slowly her heart going out to the girl, and inching her way forwards till she was next to the bed. She climbed overtop the terrified woman and dug through the blankets, shaking her by the shoulders. "Isbella! ISBELLA!" she shouted again and again as the girl lost it, finally, ears ringing, she backhanded the woman hard across the face to try and knock her out of it.



(I thought that might be a interesting little twist :p can't way to see how she reacts to her pet smacking her like that ^.^, I wonder how Isbella will react to realizing how she behaved infront of her pet.... will she be kind, or freak out a the suddent tender nature, snapping at Chelsea and barking her away... hmmm <excited>me</excited>)
 
The sound of Chelsea's hand against Isbella's face echoed in the now silent room. The sound of both of the girl's huffing being the only thing heard. Isbella's head had snapped to the side as she now stared at the wall. Her heart rattling in her rib cage.

Her face was one of shock. Her green eyes wide as she tried to grasp everything that just happened. She felt her warm tears still flowing softly as they cascaded down her cheeks over the sting of where she had just been slapped. Her eyes slid over to Chelsea. They held such a look as her face turned completely. To look at her pet. You could see inside her soul now. Her eyes were like open doors that welcomed Chelsea inside. The memories they flashed...of horror....fear...guilty pleasure....it was as if she had just read the girl hovering above her her whole life story. It seemed like this conecttion between the two last hours, though it really only lasted a minute or so tilt Isbella's face contorted into a horrid rage. She flung herself up, growling as she did this.

"WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD DO THAT!" Isbella shrieked, tears still gliding down her face. Even though the look on Isbella's face said she was enraged beyond belief it was hard to tell....was she upset over being slapped or how she had let her walls fall, exposing her emotions?

:)3)
 
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