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

Chelsea stumbled back at the girls sudden outrage, she looked wide eyed at Isbella, her heart still thundering in her chest. A series of emotions crossed her face, the most predominate - shock. She scooted back a little more, watching the girl carefully.

"Oh, gee, sorry. It just seemed about time someone smacked a little sense into you." she spat out stubbornly, angry at Isbella's reaction. "Crap it looked like you were ready to pee yourself."she rolled her eyes, frustrated now that the adrenaline was draining from her system. "Not that you deserved it." Chelsea muttered, her temper flaring. "Your really just a spoiled little brat aren't you? I mean it's not like you've done anything to deserve my help in any way!" she growled, narrowing her eyes.

[ ;) ]
 
(Ooooooh shit. XD)

The rage that flared in her mind and face had now wandered to her whole body. Her fists were clenched so tightly her whole hand was white from the pressure, her teeth grinded against eachother. She had loss any kindness for the girl. The gentleness she had used on Chelsea compared to what she had got....that shit was over right then.

In a quick movement Isbella smashed her hand into her pet's face. The only differance was that this time it was a fist rather than the back of her hand. Chelsea barely got to see the horrific look in Isbella's eyes before she was grabbed by her hair and yanked off the bed. She whammed the poor girl into the wall before flinging open her closet door and tossing normal clothes out onto the floor as she dug for something.

The whole time those same tears trickling down her face, refusing to stop.

(So I could either make this really emotional or kinky. XD your pick.)
 
(We got plenty of time for emotional later on, bring on the kink!)

Chelsea's head went flying back as she let out a painful yelp, falling flat on the bed, barely being given a moment to stop the spinning before she felt the girl's fingers knotting in her hair and yanking her up by the roots. Her stomach conected with the wall hard as she was slammed forwards, she slumped to the floor with a groan, the room spinning around her as she curled up in a little ball from the pain and fear of another blow.

What was going on? She could still hear the girl crying, but with her ears ringing, and head spinning wildly, she could barely focus on the room, much less anything the woman was doing. "What. The. Fuck." she muttered angrily, holding her head.
 
(If you're up for it. ;3 hehe)

"Get on the fucking bed!". Isbella hissed as she swung around. Snapping a whip on the palm of her hand but that wasn't the scary part. If you look down you could see a large strap-on attached to her waist. Her smirk was pure evil as she cracked the whip again. Her intentions clear.
 
Chelsea looked up at Isbella, eying the strapon and then the whip nervously. She swallowed hard, trembling slightly as she got to her feet, Isbella's intentions clear.
"N-now, just calm down." she spoke softly, voice trembling a bit as she put her hands up backing away. "You can't be thinking about doing this. You really cant." she whispered biting her lip. "You were being frantic and crazy Isbella. Completely mental. Don't make it worse."
 
Isbella growled as she stalked forward. Eyeing Chelsea like a bone to a dog. Those damn tears wouldn't stop though, they just kept coming; sliding down her face and plumitting to the floor.
Each word that came from Chelsea's mouth felt like a knife stabbing into her. She was so hurt and misunderstood that it all boiled up to rage. Pure white rage.

She grabbed Chelsea by the wrist and threw her down on the bed, pressing down on the girl as she tugged some handcuffs off her belt and clipped them onto the frightened girl's wrists. She slid her leg between her pet's thighs and started grinding her knee against the girl's core through her thong.

Which was soon to come off.

(;3)
 
Chelsea let out a scream as she kicked and wiggled under Isbella, her frantic screaming only intensifying as she felt the cold steal cuffs tighten around her wrists.
She kept screaming and swearing, yanking hard against the handcuffs, trying to elbow the girl, scream at her, curse, begging. She demanded, pleaded to know what Isbella thought she was doing, that she couldn't be thinking this, that she couldn't go through with this. Her voice got louder and more annoyingly shrill as she kept speaking, words pouring out of her mouth now, barely spaces between them as she blabbered on, in full on panic mode now as she felt Isbella's knee press against her sex, trying to press herself further back and away from the crazed woman's body.
 
"Hey! Jesus! Calm down, Pet!" She shouted. As one of her hands held Chelsea's cuffed ones. She got an evil idea as she reached down and grabbed the poor girl's thong, ripping it off easily. She leaned forward and gagged the girl with her own underguardments. She slapped her across ass hard with the whip repeatedly, watching as red marks presented themselves along the tender skin.

She had done this for a good while before she stopped. Her tears had finally stopped and she stared down at the entirely red ass cheeks. She had gotten carried away. She went alot farther with the beating then she wanted. Her trembling hands placed themselves on the girl's throbbing ass. She started to rub they softly. Trying to sooth the pain.

But that didn't mean this was over. Oh no, not by a long shot.
 
"Calm down? CALM FU-" she started before being silenced by her own thong, gagging as it was shoved down her mouth. "Mmphh!" she screamed, her face red and frustrated, smooth pink slit now exposed for the woman to see at whim. Doing little to calm her she bucked and pulled furiously, desperate to get out before having to resort to panting, adrenaline starting to run low.

The blond shook her head furiously, bright blue eyes filled with terror again as she saw Isbella brandish her whip once more, a spasm of pain shooting through her body as the whip first struck her plump, sensitive ass. Muffled shreaks and whimpers poured out of her gagged lips again as she felt the whip come down against her flesh again and again, leaving little red whelps on her bottom. Chelsea shut her eyes tightly trying to ignore the pain, her head flailing about. It took her a few moments to realize her tormenter had put the whip down and replaced it with her hand, softly rubbing her bright red ass. Chelsea tried to turn her head to look at her, her eyes pleading to know why she was doing this to her.
 
"......." Isbella kept silent. Refusing to meet Chelsea's eyes seeing as she let her temper get the best of her. She continued rubbing the burning flesh as if saying a sorry by doing so. She let her hand release her pet's cuffed ones before moving quickly and snapping a latch on the harness so she couldn't move that easily. She flipped Chelsea over on her back and kneeled in front of her. Licking her lips at the meal awaiting her skilled tongue.
 
Chelsea trembled in front of her, shaking her head no, again and again, whimpering into her thong, she was layed out completely helpless before Isbella, her body, while still mostly clothed, free for whatever desires the big bad wolf had in mind. Her body felt like an electrified furnace, hot and sizzling to the touch despite herself or her still throbbing ass. Watching Isbella carefully, she saw the woman lick her lips as if Chelsea was the most tempting meal her own big bad wolf had ever the chance to devour.
 
Ah how Isbella loved the taste of Chelsea's pussy.

She had just begun to dig into her meal. Licking up all the juices her pet let her have. You could see the joy on Isbella's face as she devoured the poor girl's now soaked cunt. Her eyes closed , she latched onto Chelsea's clit. Sucking softly before she pulled away. "Sweet as candy.." she purred running her tongue over her lips.
 
Chelsea mmphed and gurgled in protest as she felt the woman's tongue invade her, eyes wide as she felt shivers shoot down her spine at the feeling of Isbella's warm tongue, sensations she'd never once felt growing deep in her body. Her protests soon turned to mewing and soft panting as her body and mind warred each other for control. Goosebumps rippled down the virgins arms and legs, her face and ears on fire as she fought to control her body.

She felt her ass lift up off the bed as she moaned, pushing herself closer to Isbella's eager lips, her mind becoming more muddled as the girls tongue whipped in and out of her, it wasn't long before Isbella's tongue left her prey panting and sweating, squirming desperately in the bed.

(So.... just decided on her being a virgin -- and really going to enjoy the new sensations with sex, thought Isbella might have some fun with that ^.^ )
 
(Oh she will...hehe...;) )

Isbella figured now the girl was okay. Seeing as she didn't try to get away anymore. She pulled the thong from Chelsea's mouth so she could fully enjoy her pet's whimpers and groans. She had to make sure she was wet enough for the strap-on attached at Isbella's waist.

Isbella pulled away, getting back to her feet as she looked down to her panting slave. She growled a little in pleasure from the look on the girl's face. She grabbed Chelsea by her thighs and spreaded her legs, pressing the tip of the toy to the virgin's entrance. Moving it up and down slowly. Teasingly.
 
Chelsea's eyes were wide with a mix of fear, lust, and wanting, but she eyed the toy, not Isbella, almost like she was scared of it. She'd never seen a strap-on before.
But her hips shuddered and bucked before trying to move herself further away from the woman, watching helplessly as she was grabbed and her thighs spread apart unwillingly. A nervous, scared, whimper epped out of her voice, but as she tried to say more, her voice left her, only the most frustrated half moan, half whimper left her as she felt the very tip of the device against her flesh.
 
"......."

Isbella stayed silent, just watching Chelsea.

Dammit this kid was lucky.

Isbella never got a genlte first time, oh no, she got merciless sex. Her master pounded her like a wild dog. He refused to be the slighest bit easy with her. So when she slid into Chelsea she just kinda stayed there. Letting her pet get used to the feel of her walls being streched. Not only that but the sting of having her virginity taken.

She started maving inaide of Chelsea when she figuroed she was good, slowly pumping in.and out of the girl.
 
Chelsea watched Isbella looking at her, not saying a word. She wanted to scream, wanted to moan, and cry and yell.
She yet out a soft cry as the tool pieced her virginity, followed by a whimper, feeling Isabella push her toy in deeper, filling and stretching the tight opening. She forced down the reflex that arose in her to thrust her hips up, pushing the toy in deeper for now, her heart hammering so hard she thought it might break out of her chest.

Her head fell side to side, softly whimpering as she tried to pretend she was somewhere else. Anywhere else. Why did she do this? Why did she have to be invited to a stupid party? Why didin't she run when she thought about it in the street, why didn't she fight harder against her abductor? Maybe she deserved this for being so weak, for not being strong enough to resist the drugs, to manage a louder cry for help.

(so... since Isbella is taking it so easy on her, would she be upset or feel Chelsea was ungrateful if she blows up at her again after this? Or would she let it slide? Or if Chelsea refused to speak or even look at her? And as you can tell, I'm working on a transformational mindset of Chelsea for now.)
 
R pet(Hm...she might let it slide or she might get mad....depends on what Chelsea says. Lol. Isbella lets most things slide but if you push a certain button on her she'll freak. :3)

Isbella watched her pet with a blank expression. Pumping inside her slowly. Why was she being so gentle? She didn't get mercy. Never. Why didn't she show Chelsea the roughness she had got? Well for whatever reason she was treating the girl she was fucking like she was damn fragile. As if she would break. Isbella realized this. It..actual pissed her off. Isbella had been broken.

A growled slipped past her lips as she started going faster, grabbing Chelsea's face. Making her look at her mistress with those pretty blue eyes. She smirked at the thought of them being clouded with lust.

"Does it feel good?~<3".
 
Chelsea clamped her lips shut, trying to jerk her head away, but Isbella's grip was to strong, she sqeased her eyelids tightly shut instead refusing to look at her. She didn't want to like this, she knew she shouldn't like this. This woman had smacked her, shoved her in a cage, told her she owned her, paraded her around, and left her lying here like she was a pleasure box to be used at her whim. She wasn't about to indulge the woman's desires to see herself vindicated at Chelsea's response to sex.

A low, angry growl, like a wounded fox resonated in her chest despite the growing pangs of pleasure from bellow her waist, she tried to ignore them, to focus on her anger, her humiliation. She wouldn't allow this woman to break her so easily. Would. Not.
 
This was simple wasn't it? Fuck your slave as a welcome. Bring them into the life of hell. How fucking simple. Now whether it was work or a pleasure was the question. For Isbella anyway.

She didn't decide this. She didn't want this. For fucks sake she didn't even care about this! Ugh!

Her angry was visable on her face now as she started to increaae her pumping rapidly.

She was going over the onesided conversion with her master in her head. She had sat there and listen to him speak. Herself silent. OOOH YEAH! MASTER AND WANT A PET TOO! Was never caught slipping from her mouth, because she never fucking said it. What? You except her to be grateful? About what? Bringing this inoccent girl into this torture? Ha.

Isbella was now flaming. Sparks of fury in her eyes as she grabbed Chelsea off the bed, leaning her her pet against her chest. Pumping furiously. Her teeth gritted.

(Angry sex. Dat shiz is gooood. XD)
 
(Hmm I just thought, Chelsea doesn't know the girls back story yet, how she came here, her files..... hmmm... idea.)

Chelsea smirked against her, suddenly enjoying the fact that this woman was becoming so pissed. Her body was hurting as Isbella fucked her harder, and harder still, she coughed, and spat, eventually disloging her thing from between her lips, spiting it at her. "This is how you get your kicks?" she muttered, her voice cold, calculating as her slit started throbbing now. "Huh, your really pathetic you know that Isbella?" she spat out venomously, sinking her teeth hard into the girls shoulder, drawing blood before letting go, and crying out.
 
(Oh? And what's this idea hm? Or prehaps I get to use my emotional rp skills and come up with something? Lol XD)

Isbella hadn't been listening. She was letting a fire of hate burn her insides. The girl was pissed, not at her pet though. She didn't even know she was glaring daggers at her.

Sad thing was she was reliving her encounter with that mutant in her head. The horror she has been in when that thing was only an inchnor two away from her. Groaning and clawingnto get a her. Just wanting one bite of her milky skin-Isbella yelped, jumping back when Chelsea bit her. Scaring the poor girl half to death. The pet fell onto the bed since Isbella jerked back when she jumped, pulling out.

Her heart was rattling in her rib cage as she reached up to her shoulder to see some blood when she looked at her hand. The look of shock was on her face till it turned back to anger.

"What the hell is your damn problem!".
 
(I'm enjoying this way to much lol, and the idea was for her to paint Isabella as a spoiled little brat, make her think Chelsea thought she'd always gotten everything she wanted, exc)

Chelsea turned her head away from Isbella, refusing to answer her, but a small smirk, along with a bit of blood present on her lips. She was angry, and stubborn. The day's events were a distant thought in her head now, the sleeping in a cage, the being lead around for everyone to see, muzzled and collared, her body on display. She was simply angry now, furious. She didn't give a thought to the idea that Isbella might repeat her punishment, might put her naked body up on display again like an animal at the zoo, might whip her or muzzle her, or whatever else the girl could think of.

All she cared about now was getting back at Isbella anyway she could, she didn't care that the woman held all the cards in this setting, that she was at her mercy, she just wanted her to feel pain. And she wanted to be the cause of it. And she wanted anything to distracted her from the growing enjoyment of Isbella's fucking her, not wanting to give her that victory.

Chelsea smirked through her anger, just looking at her, not saying a word.
 
(M'kay. :3 I got dis~)

Isbella returned the stare. Although the look on the girl's face was more confused than anything else. She had her right hand hilding the bite on her shoulder. A sting appearing from the wound.

What the hell did she do? Isbella had been trying to pleasure her pet to make up for beating her ass so hard. She had been so gentle...Fuck. Had she not noticed and completely pounded the girl? She was about to say sorry out of instinct till she saw the look on Chelsea's face. What the hell is up with that smirk? Was she threating her or something? That look stayed on Chelsea's face until Isbella couldn't take it anymore.

"Will you knock it off! Good god!" The girl yelled. Creeped out and yet mad.
 
Chelsea nearly laughed at the look on Isbella's face. It was ludicrous that she should be the one creeped out by Chelsea.
"I don't think your in any position to me asking me for any favors." Chelsea growled, her eyes suddenly narrowing, angry, but enjoying the fact that Isbella was getting mad and uncomfortable. Good. She deserved to be. Chelsea was uncomfortable when she was paraded around the house like a prized poodle. "And I can smirk at whoever I damn please." she added with a harsh laugh. If Isbella wanted Chelsea as a pet, she was going to have to work a lot harder at training the stubborn girl.
 
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