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

Chelsea tensed up as she reached out and pet the beast, biting her lip until it past.
"And people come here to buy them? So people come into the house? And they see you? How.... how does that work?" she bit her lip thinking it over. She supposed someone who would buy anything like the creatures she'd seen so far would give to blinks at the sight of someone owning another person. She continued her thoughts. "Does your master... does he.... lend you..."" she shuddered at the thought, horrified at the idea.
 
"No." She said it frimly. Still looking straight ahead. "I am his, and his alone. The same as you are mine. No one can break that or a heavy punishment will be brought across.". Isbella was speaking like this was law. "He'll make exceptions though. Every so often he sets up something with a maid or servant so he can watch." She shuddered a little at the memory, her hand holding Chelsea's tightly.

As the pair finally made it to the kitchten, she sat down on the countered, swing her legs back and forth.

"So whatcha wanna eat?".
 
How in the world could this girl seem so... normal, right now? Chelsea frowned. Was this really the same girl who had drug her down the hallway, beaten her, and demanded she call her Mistress? Maybe she had a twin and they kept switching places. "Have you ever thought about trying to just get away? Find someone who would take you out of here? Be your own person?"

"Oh I don't think they'd have the best of luck with that." a voice from behind them spoke. Isbellas master smirked, leaning up against the doorway looking at the two of them. "Well, well, well, seems like my little pet is enjoying her new toy isn't she?" he walked over to his pet, putting his arm around her waist and kissing her hard on the lips. "Do you like the little crumpet I picked out for you Isbella?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "I could always toss her out into the cold and we could find you another little pet." he smirked. The color drained from Chelsea's face at his words, her body trembling.
 
The appearce changed in that of a second. Her normal teen act turning straight into pet mode. As the man that controlled the girl's every thought pulled his lips away and asked his question.

"She's fine; I like this one. She's a good lil' pet." Isbella answered, her voice cold but hinted with fear. She promised she'd protect this girl, She wasn't about to let her be taken away.

Isbella had thiught about running, but where? She was pretty much in the middle of no where and if she did mangage to get away she'd just be dragged back and beaten half to death.
 
Chelsea shivered from the sudden appearance of the man, he was tall, and thin looking, dressed ll in black from his collar down to his boots. He took a step forwards, a cane held lightly in his hand. It was one Isbella would recognize, having been used severely on her when she first came here. His cold blue eyes glisten with excitement as he strode forwards taking in the pair. "A good little one eh?" he grinned pushing her chin up lightly with the cane. "Are you behaving properly mutt?" he let out a dark laugh.

"Isbella feed your pet, and put her in her kennel. I want you in my room in an hour." the man spoke smoothly, never raising his voice, but carrying an air of authority that even Chelsea, never experiencing this life before feared. "Understood?"
 
"Yes, Master..." Isbella spoke with the same sense of calmness though she was scared out of her mind as usual. She watched the man leave before her green eyes went to met Chelsea's. The look they held was one of fear yet warning. "Now do you understand?". She asked barely above a whisper as she hopped of the counter making her way to a cabinet.

"Uh..but as for the food, what do you want?".
 
Chelsea watched Isbella almost immediately switch back to normal as soon as the man left, completely blown away by how smooth the transition between knowing he was here, and knowing he was gone was for her. She was completely shocked by her demure, the ease at how she filtered between the two, her eyes the only indication of how scared she was, and even those seemed to be quickly returning to normal. The only thing she'd seen her fear at all before was, well that - that thing.

Shaking her head an coming out of her thoughts she blinked. "I'm sorry? What? Oh, oh right, food." her stomach growled loudly as her thoughts turned back to the here and now. She bit her lip, thinking. "Do you have anything like, soup? Ravioli? Something warm?"
 
"Yeah." At that moment she open the cabnit to expose a key pad with a touch screen beside it. She typed in a few words till a robotic women spoke. "Would you like.....Ravioli?". The machine said before Isbella hit a button and a steaming hot bowl of the pasta came up through the counter. Ready for Chelsea to eat.

The girl was started typing something else as she spoke. "Yeah. He invented this too.".
 
"Christ." Chelsea looked amazed as she took the bowl in her hands, poking at it with a fork. It smelled absolutely amazing and her mouth was already watering. What did a guy who could make something like this want with a pet anyway? And why did he think she needed one of her own? "So.... you can have pretty much anything you want?" she asked raising an eyebrow. The guy had money, was smart if evil. It didn't make sense to her. She tried not to think about being caged again, maybe she'd get lucky and Isbella would forget that part, but with her reaction to him... she doubted it.
 
"Kinda. If I do what he wants with no protests, than yeah.". Isbella finished typing before two sodas came up from the counter. Grabbing one and cracking it open. "He first brought me here when I was....14? Yeah. 14. I wasn't supposed to be a pet for him but a test. I was going to be turned into one of those.....mutants....". She shivered, thinking about the nightmare of a monster. "But at the last minute he decided not to and did a different experiment. How long could a teen last without organism.". And with that she took a sip of the fizzy drink.
 
Chelsea chocked and sputtered her drink, wiping her mouth before speaking again. "He did what?" she shuddered, instinctively coming closer and hugging her tightly. "You poor thing..." she whispered, biting her lip again before breaking the embrace. Wait what was she doing? Was she being nice to this girl after what she did to her? Still maybe she could convince Isbella not to cage her again if she was nice. Hm.... Breaking the hug, she backed up a bit and turned her attention to her food.
 
"You get used to it, not the worse he's ever done." Isbella sighed, trying to hide her blush and look away. In truth she had forgotten what a gentle touch was and got a little confused when she was hugged. Her heart had picked up it's pace for some reason. Probably just getting nervous over the 'welcome back, Master' sex. "Carry the food with you, we gotta.go before I get in trouble.". And with that she left the room, walking slowly.

(Do you want to rp the master x Isbella sex or just time skip?)
 
(perhaps just time skip for now -- not sure how long you want Chelsea to have stayed locked up again)
Chelsea devoured her food, partly on the way back to her room, partly while sitting on the bed. She sat for a moment almost even relaxing, as she toyed with the collar locked tightly around her neck, trying not to seem to awkward. All to soon for her liking though she found herself muzzled locked back inside her cage whining like a small puppy as she looked up at Isbella's figure through the kennel bars.
 
Isbella felt a twinge at her heart as she looked down at Chelsea. "I'm sorry....I really am...". She whispered before dragging herself away from the cage. Looking back one more time before walking out the door and shutting it quietly before making her way to where her master was waiting.

(Hm....4 hours maybe? Like let's say it's around 12:30 am when she gets back? And do you want me to post again or your turn?)
 
(Um, you can post again :p, you can go ahead and have her curled in a ball sleeping when Isbella gets back to the room)
 
Isbella whimpered slightly as she wobbled down the hallway, her legs shaky and mind a little hazy from being fucked so hard. Darkness crowded the large corridor; only a few servents were awake at this hour. After what seemed like years she made it to her door and cracked it, her eyes quickly looking over to Chelsea; who was curled into a ball sleeping in the steel cage Isbella had left her in. She sighed softly as she dragged herself over to her bed and sat on the edge, watching the floor. She brought her hand up to touch the red hand print on her face. It was still burning like fire and she had got this when she first stepped through the door to see her master. She shiver at pulled her hand away and looked at it. Before bring both up to craddle her soft face.
 
Slowly Chelsea stirred in her cage, eyelids fluttering open again. She looked out through her bars and tasted the hard rubber of her muzzle gag and let out a soft sad sigh, her poor little heart aching in her chest. Dried tears stained her cheeks and almost as soon as she woke she set out a whimper. Turning around she was surprised to see Isbella huddled up on the bed. Her heart raced at the sight of the girl, pain and cramping breaking through her pride she whimpered and begged through her gag at Isbella.

(hmmm will she be to upset and have a hard enough heart to refuse to let Chelsea free tonight? Or will she cradle and cuddle her pet in her bed?)
 
(Take a guess.....XD)

"You're supposed to be asleep ya know...." Isbella placed gently into the air, as she looked over to Chelsea. She pushed herself up to a shaky pose as she stumbled over to the cage and squating down in front of the door; her hand resting on the lock. In the brief seconds it took the girl to unlock the steel contraption her nice bright red mark caught the moonlight; exposing itself to the other female.

Soon she got the door open and pulled her pet out and slid off her gag and threw it to the floor. Not caring about the loud sound it made when it fell tothe cold ground. "Come on..." She whispered as she pulled her up from the ground even though it was quite clear Isbella was
the one who needed help.

The pair eventually made it to the bed just in time for the older to crash on it. With a slight groan Isbella pulled herself under the covers; dragging Chelsea down with her.
 
Chelsea worked her sore jaw slowly, glad to be rid of the stupid muzzle. She hated the feeling of it around her head, the taste of it in her mouth. Her eyes flickered up cautiously at the woman laying in bed next to her, worry etched on her face, but grateful Isbella had let her out. She bit her lip trying to figure out what she should do.... then she had an idea. Supposedly, she was Isbella's pet after all....

Carefully, slowly, Chelsea moved her head, gently licking the woman on the cheek, her tongue lightly brushing the girls skin before being replaced by warm lips. Experimenting, and deciding Isbella was far to out of it to reprehend her anyway, she cautiously nuzzled against the girls body. She knew Isabella had to be exhausted, and giving the girl one last reassuring kiss on her shoulder, she placed her head against the girls chest, curling up into her, eyes gracing another bruise. This was horrible, the poor girl looked like she'd been through hell.

"Isbe--- M-Mistress?" she whispered softly biting her lip.

(Chelsea's not going to let her sleep just yet :p I've a sweet little touching scene ^^)
 
(Lol XD alright.)

Isbella shivered; a little surprised by Chelsea's actions but not bothered. Even though she just wanted to go to sleep. She let her nuzzle her still on edge by how gentle the touch was. Isbella knew Chelsea could see most of the bruises on her body; though she didn't care enough to push the girl away though.

"Yeah?". She whispered back. Softly resting her hand on her pet's waist.
 
"Well... um..." she bit her lip thinking it over for a moment. Maybe she should just let her sleep... still she had let Chelsea out of the cage...
"Come take a bath with me ok?" she whispered, her eyes pleading. In truth, Chelsea needed a bath, she'd not had one for at least a day, although she couldn't be sure how long she'd actually been here already, and her muscles where sore and cramped from being in a cage again, though Isbella's look much worse.
"How would you like that? A nice warm soothing bath with me? Warm water, maybe bubbles? This place is huge, it has to have a nice bathroom." she nuzzled the poor girl again. Barely even waiting for a reply, Chelsea had moved to pull Isbella out of bed, slinging her arm around her neck and trying to support her Mistresses weight as much as she could. "A warm bath, some soap, nice and relaxing, just what you need." she said softly.

(So I was thinking since it is a mansion, that it would have a huge, wide tub, with plenty of room for both of them
 
( lol mmhm.)

"Whatever..." she sighed. She should be happy, right? A nice soothing bath with your pet sounds awesome, right? So why wasn't she? The she started to think about it a little....


"I guess it sounds nice." The older said as she nuzzled Chelsea a bit. Clearly pleased now. She used all her strengh she had left to keep herself standing as the pair walked out of the room and started walking down the dark corridor. No sooner had everything went silent they both heard a sneeze; Isbella snapped her head back in shock. Though she calmed down when it was just one of the guard dogs laying up against the wall. Sleeping like a puppy. A gaint puppy.

"Dear god...." Isbella mumbled absently as she turned and started walking down the hall again till they eventually made it to the bathroom. Sure enough it was astounding. Polished and primed to look like it came from a dream. Not only that it had a huge tub. Isbella let go of Chelsea and wobbled over to it before turning on the warm water and putting the stopper it.
 
Chelsea walked over, letting the shirt Isbella lent her drop to the floor as she climbed into the tub and helped Isbella in before sitting down behind her, letting the girl sit between her legs. As the tub filled, Chelsea took the time to casually check over the girl more carefully, biting her lip as her eyes checked her body.

"Hey." she whispered, placing her hands on the woman's shoulders and leaning her back against her own body. "Just relax ok?" she whispered, trying to control her own voice. Oh god though, she could feel her own tense and cramped muscles relaxing in the warm bath as she leaned back, taking her Mistress with her. She let her hands casually caress the woman's shoulders.
 
She had been told to relax. Didn't mean she would though. And she hadn't. Isbella's whole body was tense as she rested against Chelsea; not that she wasn't happy she was with her pet. Just because she couldn't get used to how gentle she was. It kinda gave her another reason to think her master had chosen this girl because of how much of an pposite she was to Isbella. Almost like he set this up to fail. She shook away her thoughts and started to try and get herself to relax as she met Chelsea's blue eyes with her green. Like she was thinking over something.
 
After sitting still and letting Isbella lay against her for a little while she slowly reached a hand up to grab a washrag, lathering it and gently running it along the girls neck and shoulders, soaping the girl up nicely. Gently she rested her head on the woman's shoulders. "Is that a little bit better Mistress Isbella?" she asked, her voice soft as she continued to wash the parts of the woman's body not underwater.
 
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