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

"Oh really?". Isbella smirked. Grabbing Chelsea by her legs and pushing the strap-on in again. Working the girl slowly but yet a steady pace, she spoke again. "Listen, pet. You need to accept the fact that your mine now. Yeah yeah I'm a horrid monster, blah blah blah. Do your worse. It won't effect me." The pet's mistress spoke casually. As if this was normal.

"Just enjoy the pleasure. Seriously.". Isbella reached her hand up the girl'ss body and grabbed her breast. Squeezing it lightly in her palm.
 
Chelsea gasped as she felt the strap on stretch her body again, shutting her mouth as a whimper rose up inside of her. "Do you have any idea what your doing?" she mouthed after swallowing the urge to scream. "Do you?" She looked at her, eyes watery. "You can't do this to me! I'm not a fucking mutt for your damn amusement!" her eyes where wide with, fear, self loathing, pleasure, she couldn't be sure. Her mind screamed at herself, deifying her body to enjoy this, but a shiver rocked throughout her entire frame, causing her ass to rise up off the bed as her hips rose up further onto the toy, stretching and filling her in the most enjoyable sensation.
 
Isbella started pumping slightly faster as she fucked her pet, slipping her shirt off over her head quickly. Her breasts bouncing as they escaped from the fabric.

"Listen, I could be treating you alot worse than this." She stated. Her free hand massaging her own breast at the same time. She squeezed her's and Chelsea's breast roughly, a moan slipping from her lips as she did so.

"What am I doing that doesn't pleasure you, pet?" Isbella panted as she squeezed their breasts again.
 
"You can't make me like this!" she whimpered, tuning her face away. "You can't train me like a dog, who the fuck do you think you are? What gives you that right?" she muttered, blown away at Isbella's... callousness. After a moment she let out a laugh. "Oh really? Treating me worse?" she scoffed, glaring at the woman still pounding her. She thought for a moment, her temper spiking again. "Did you get a pet because your master was to tired of dealing with your neediness? Huh? To tired of dealing with a big brat that he needed someone to distract them? Keep em busy? Or maybe you take it as awful as you give it." she growled through clenched teeth, a tear squeezing out of her eye.
 
(Oh shit! XD)

Oh dear lord.....that poor girl...how she didn't know....oh god...

Isbella growled back. "You think I wouldn't fuck you till you can't walk? You think I won't beat your ass? Tell me, pet." She hissed the last words before finishing. " What. Makes. YOU. Think that?" She finished, moving so she was ontop of Chelsea, her hands on both sides of the girl's head. "Well? Tell me, dammit!". She slapped the helpless girl across the face. She was steaming now. That master thing had only pissed her off. One death button had been pushed. 2 more to go.

( lol XD you found a weak spot on her! XD)
 
Chelsea clenched her teeth to keep from crying out as she felt Isbella's hand strike her face. "That's all you can do isn't it? Threaten, and pout. Oh woe is me, I'm a poor misunderstood girl who has to take the anger of my poor poor life out on other people. Oh woe, woe, woe." she sneered, spitting at the woman. "What was that about me saying anything I wanted it wouldn't effect you huh?" Chelsea let out a harsh chuckle, her body burning up now.

(So... I've never played her this... confrontational before. I think I'm liking exploring this side of her ^^)
 
(Lol. Yeah. Isbella is about to flip though...XD)

Isbella held back. Tears threatened to fall from her green eyes again. This girl knew her weak points....

"Shut up!" She growled. Her voice cracking as she yelled. Fuck. She hated these damn emotions. It made her look so.....weak. Or prehaps she was weak to start with. Why couldn't she take these insults? Why did they have to punch her in the heart?

Isbella gulped down the lump in her throat as she pumped harder. She didn't know of she could hold back these tears much longer. She would break. Her nails gripped at the bed sheets, jolding the rain that wanted to fall all to much.

Damn tears....

(And there goes the 2nd..one more....XD)
 
"Aww, whats the matter? Did I hurt the poor girls feelings? Huh did I? It must be so horrible to hear things like that isn't it?" she scoffed. "Whathcha gonna do now doll?" she grinned a little. "Huh? Gonna fuck me again? Because I can keep talking like this all night." she smirked her tough act still holding strong. She stuck a tongue out like a spoiled little child.
 
(Hm....lol XD kinky or emotional time?)

Isbella stared down at the girl she was fucking. She wanted to cry yet she wanted to beat the shit outta her pet. She striked when Chelsea stuck her tongue out. Holding it lightly with her teeth. She let her tongue touch Chelsea's as she did this. Trying to tease the girl. This was her only thing she could do not to cry or go into 'fight' mode.
 
(I'll enjoy either pretty equally :p, although I'm not sure what exactly Isbella would do to punish her after the thing so far, embarrassment seems the most effective used)

Chelsea's eyes grew wide, shocked as she felt Isbella's teeth on her tongue, a light blush rising in her body. What did she think she was doing kissing her right then? She pressed her head back into the pillows. "Wht d- you, thnk, yor do'ïn?"she squeaked out, her voice muffled by Isbella's lips.
 
"What I feel like." She growled, pulling away. The girl was still close to tears, but hide it with her anger. "What is it too much for you ,my darling Chelsea? Heh.". Isbella let her hands roam freely over the trapped girl's body. Her voice cracking every so often when she spoke.

(Hm...I think I might do emotional this time. Lol :3)
 
"I-I-Iam not your darling." she spoke, her voice weary as she watched Isbella remove her hands, only to place them on her body again a moment later. She started yanking at the handcuffs again with urgently suddenly very worried at her position, and just how vulnerable she really was to this girl if she actually wanted to hurt her more substantially that just a spanking. "S-stop touching me!" she flailed about as best she could, squirming and twisting around on the bed helplessly.
 
"Don't tell me what to do.". She spoke coldly, her eyes glazed with....something..? "Your body is mine." She hissed. Leaning down to kiss between her pet's breasts.

The look Isbella had in her bright green eyes....

Her lips trailed up the girl slowly. Her soft kisses staining Chelsea where ever they pecked. She wasn't being forceful. Everything seemed so....unreal. As if this really was a dream.

Why was Isbella being so gentle...?

She kissed Chelsea's neck as if she pressed harder the girl would blow away. That's when Chelsea felt something....wet? Isbella's single tear slid down her cheek, hitting against the girl's flesh as the once domanitant girl's breath hitched in her throat causing her to quiver as she nuzzled into Chelsea's neck.

"I'm- I'm s-sorry..." Isbella spluttered. Her now fast paced tears streaming down her face making her have to choke her words out.

Guilt. That's what haunted the high and might Isbella's eyes. But....why?

( :3 hehe. So...is that okay? Lol just wanna make sure, I'll change it if you want.)
 
Chelsea looked at her shocked, her eyes narrowed suspiciously, soft shivers running through her body from the kisses. From beating her, to humiliating her, to fucking her, roaming her body, to now, what? Apologizing? For insulting her? What was this girls deal?

"Stop." Chelsea muttered, her body and mind exhausted, emotional, mentally, and physically she was beat -especially after the less than great sleep she'd had last night. She closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing, slow and steady, slow and steady. Her eyelids fluttered back open, casting her gaze at the woman again. "Stop crying. Stop it." she didn't want to feel guilty over this, this girl. She didn't want to comfort her after what she'd done.

Chelsea began to squirm again as Isbella nuzzled her neckline, still bound helpless to her whims. "Stop it." she spoke again, trying to make it firm, but her voice quivered slightly. It was hard to keep yourself enraged over a possible mentally disturbed girl. In all honestly, Chelsea wasn't sure what she feared more, the girl that drug her around the place for show, or the girl breaking down infront of her right now. How could you tell what a crazy person was thinking?

(Hmmm it might be pretty fun to keep switching back and forth between very dominate, controlling Isbella, and softer, more guilty Isbella, and Chelsea's never quite sure what ones going to come out oO -- depending on how unstable you want the girl to be. What type of relationship exactly does Isbella have with her master? I was thinking on having her have to present Chelsea to her master as a trained mutt at somepoint, less humiliating than before, just like a proof that Isbella cab handle her and she'll obey. Maybe her master tells her if he doesn't think she hand handle Chelsea he'll get rid of her)
 
(Oh hell nah! XD lol. That would kick Isbella into gear. That sounds pretty good. And I kinda figured her master would be kinda cruel. Just a thought though. Aaand as for how unstable Isbella actually is...She just has her triggers really. Most insults won't effect her but some will feel like a damn punch to the gut. Lol)

Why?

The tears flowed down her soft cheeks as she reached behind Chelsea and undid the handcuffs. She didn't care anymore. She deserved whatever happened. She had stole this girl from her family, took her virginity, beat her, treated her like a damn dog. She deserved a good slap across the face. A punch to the stomach. More insults. She deserved anything thrown at her.

Why?

She had been ripped from her family. Her parents...and her siblings...she had promised her mom once her farther had left...she would be there. Always. She swore she would be a good older sister. But look at her now. What was she? A simple slave used for sex and that was it. A toy. Correction. A broken toy. She didn't want to tame Chelsea. She didn't want to drag this girl into hell.

Why?

But she had to. Her master could kill her if he came back and this girl didn't listen. Or even worse....he would take her for hisself. Her heart clenched at the thought.

Why had she just made another promise?

'I will protect her...I swear on my broken heart....'

Yet another promise. Could she keep it.....?

(;3 oh and I thought it would be a little more dramatic if she had siblings... :3)
 
Chelsea hopped from the bed, rubbing her sore wrists, red lines circled her skin where she'd pulled against the cuffs. She turned and looked at the girl, still completely on edge, but bit her lip watching her. What was going on? Gently taking stock of herself, running her fingertips along her collar, and tags she glanced at herself in a mirror, blushing at the what she saw. Marks adorned her neckline where she'd fought against her leash and runner, the same as the ones on her wrists, but her eyes slowly wandered her nude reflection, face warming up at the sight.

Make no mistake, Chelsea wasn't a girl that was conceited with her looks, or arrogant about it. But the girl did know she was a tempting little number, and even she had to admit, despite everything, she was getting a little wet at the sight of her just-fucked look. She glanced over at a window, seeing it snowing outside. Miles away from her home, that's what the girl had said. Did she mention Alaska? Chelsea couldn't be sure, she'd been a bit panicked. Looking back at Isbella, pictures of how the girl looked when she'd had the run in with that.... that... thing, froze her blood in her veins.

Cautiously, carefully, like a curious child approaching a wounded cat she took a step forwards towards the girl. Her, what had she called herself? Her Mistress? Chelsea felt herself blush again at that memory as well. Swallowing hard, she placed a shaking hand on Isbella's shoulder.
 
Isbella was just pressing her head into the sheets of the bed. She felt so alone. Her master didn't care about her and he didn't pretend he did. Neither did Chelsea. That was a given seeing at what she had done to her. She was...no differnet than 'him' was she? That made her body quiver. She hated him with the bottom of her heart. Hated him. She didn't want to be like her master. She wasn't her master!

Her body flinched when a shaky hand touched her shoulder. The warmth that came to her body from the single touch made her almost smile. Almost.

"I-I'm sorry..." Her guilt nearly ate her heart whole. Dammit...she was going soft wasn't she? Her green eyes wandering to Chelsea's for a minute. She couldn't let her pet see her like this....
 
Chelsea stared curiously into Isbella's eyes when they met, holding her gaze for a long moment before breaking it to look around the room.
She took a deep, steadying breath, and closed her eyes trying to focus. This could be a trick, she knew that. She couldn't trust trust Isbella. But people couldn't fake that level of remorse could they?

"What do you mean when you call me pet?" she asked, her voice car fully moderated to a calm tone. "And why are you telling me sorry now?" her tone took a bit of a hard line at the end, body tensing. "W-what are you going to do to me?"
 
Her voice was shaking but understandable when she spoke. Her breathing ragged as tears still fell.

"That....you belong to me.....that I will care for you as long as you stay here.". Her eyes moved away now, her fist clenching the bed sheets before she finished. "I am sorry...for dragging you into this.....". Isbella inhaled sharply, as her tears started choking her up. "M-maybe if I was s-stronger-" she coughed, choking on her tears. The last thing she had said was really not meant for Chelsea to hear but it was said loud enough Isbella knew she had.
 
Chelseas stomach let out a loud growl, she clutched at it, biting her lip. How long had she been here anyway? How long was she out before? It didn't matter, with the stress and tension in her body dieing out a bit, her hunger roared to the front of her priorities. She felt her face heat up as she looked around the room. There were people downstairs, and... other things. She knew that much. Her face fell as she thought about being walked around again for everyone to see. "Does that mean you have to feed me?" she asked cautiously, her eyebrow arching slightly.
 
Isbella's eyes widen and she jerked up, her hand going to cover her mouth. Oh my god, had she really forgotten to feed Chelsea? Oh fuck....

"Y-yeah." She said wiping her tears with the back of her hand. She stood up going to her dresser rather than her closet and slipping a grey t-shirt over her head. "Just slip on something." She said patting the dresser.

(She isn't really thinking and that's why she is so laid back. And we never got to see the downstairs of the mansion. ;3 hehe.)
 
Chelsea bit her lip in the most adorable way as she opened the dresser, rummaging around, she pulled out a pair of black boyshorts and slid them up her legs, letting out a small sigh - ironicly thankful that her clothing seemed to have been specialy selected for her size. Despite how creepy that felt. Heading to the closet she pulled out a long tshirt and let it fall over her body. Weird, she didn't really seem to have a lot of, 'normal' clothing at least not what Chelsea had seen so far anyway, but at least a tee and boyshorts was something she felt a bit less venerable in.

Chelsea stopped at the doorway, turning to Isbella. "W-what about those... those things..." her face paled at the thought of the creature she'd seen before.
 
"Well it depends which one you mean." Isbella said as she grabbed Chelsea's hand in her's. Not really thinking about it. "If you mean the gaint dog things, they're just guard dogs around here. They won't bother you. I promise." She explained. Holding her pet's hand softly as they walked down the hall. A blank expression on her face.
 
Chelsea pushed her curls behind her ear with her free hand, thinking about that. Guard dogs....
Her eyes wandered the halls as they walked. The place was lavishly decorated. Fancy carpets down most halls, chandlers, lots and lots of rooms, most of them Chelsea could only guess at what they held.

The two of them passed a number of servants as they continued towards the staircase, none of them paying the slightest bit of attention. "And everyone else?" She asked nodding to them, noticing that none would meet their eyes, and a number of them seemed to recoil slightly at Isbella as they passed. All seemed to give the two of them a wide berth. "I assume with a place like this your.... your Master.... as friends? Business partners? He can't have this entire mansion for just the two of you. Surely other people come by. What do they.... what do they...." she bit her lip thinking over the words in her head. "Think of your... arrangement?"
 
The grip tighten around Chelsea's hand. She wasn't angry, more or less....scared?

"He's a business man I suppose. He makes mutants and sells them off like slaves. Those dogs were an experiment that ending in a big suscess. The....thing that you saw earlier was a failed attempt.". Isbella quivered a little before continuing. " Most things had made were fails, so he just sticked with the dogs.". She said her grip still tight. "He has shows them off here atbparties often.".

No suring had she explained everything, a large dog/wolf appeared at the end of the corridor. The small size as a polar bear with dark blue eyes. It walked along, coming closer to the pair.

"They're really gentle if you don't mess with them.". Isbella said as she lifted a free hand and stroked the huge beast as it passed them. Not thinking two thoughts about it.
 
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