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

"Yes, Pet....". She muttered. Hardly any strenght to her words as she enjoyed the feeling of the girl washed her skin. Wincing a little when she went over a bruise. She had relaxed more or less as she was cleaned; shuttering every so often. She loooked to the girl for a second nefore strokimg her hair softly. "Move in front of me...". She whispered, eyes half lidded as she was about to use Chelsea's actions against her.
 
Chelsea blushed softy when she heard Isbella call her pet, and unexpectedly a light pur rose in her as she felt the woman's hand on her head. She tilted her head to the side, eyebrow raising before moving infront of the woman, watching the water splash up against her skin. "Maybe you should just relax and not worry about me right now...."

(hm.... what if the next day or something the master says something to piss Chelsea off relating to this little scene (or how he treated Isbella in general) and he has Isbella tie her up in the living room and whip her infront of all the servants? -- just a random thought.)
 
(Alright. Lol but maybe instead the same thing happens but he makes Chelsea tie Isbella up and make her watch him whip her infront of everyome which ends in Isbella getting pissed and fucking the shit outta Chelsea. XD)

"Don't be silly. ". She said as she grabbed her pet's breast in her palm and squeezed them lightly nefore leaning forward and kissing the girl on the lips. Her other hand pulling Chelsea closer.
 
Chelsea returned the kiss, eyes worried. "You could barely get to the bathroom with me helping you. Your in no position for dealing with me." she said biting her lip and batting her hand away. "Your only barely able to stand now, look your knees are still shaking." she stubbornly cross her arms over her chest, a bit of fight coming into her eyes as her instincts to nurture took over.
 
Isbella sighed and looked away. Growling a bit. She knew she was completely screwed up. She didn't like to hear the truth though. Never did. "So?". She huffed back with the same amount of stubborness. "Not like it's the first time...". She mumbled, not sure if Chelsea had heard her or not. She had been fucked like this almost every night. And the way she was now was hardly anything compared to others times. Like when her master was mad. That was when she couldn't move. He'd beat her till she was black and blue and then fuck her. Mercilessly.

She knew Chelsea's words rang with truth but just didn't know anymore what that soft touch she had was. It had been too long since she felt it.
 
Her eyes narrowed a bit, momentarily forgetting that Isbella was her Mistress. She folded her arms over her chest and looked angrily at the girl. "Excuse me? So?" she said taking a step back from her."That's all you've got to say? I don't understand you at all."

(haha Chelsea won't take to kindly to watching Isbella get whipped, she'll be a bit of a handful. He might have to have his servants restrain her)
 
( hehe, of course not! It shows the love! XD lol)

"And that's how I like it! People fucking leaving me alone, so I don't get hurt again!". And with that Isbella yanked herself out of the tub. Almost crashing back down when she tried to get out. She grabbed a towel off the rack and stomped down the hallway; leaving Chelsea in the bathroom. You could see the pain in the girl's eyes when she yelled at her pet. Isbella hadn't just been hurt on the outside but inside aswell. She was aching more in her heart rather than her body. Why she didn't know.

She had almost made it back to the room when her knees locked and she felt to the ground with a yelp. 'I'm fucking patheic...' the girl whimpered in her head as she tried to get back up.

(You wanted emotional, right? XD lol)
 
Chelsea looked stunned as Isbella suddenly pulled away from her and yelled. She looked around upset by her sudden exit. She was only trying to help.... Her face flamed up angry, hurt and embarrassed as she pushed herself out of the bath and dried off, her temper and hurt feelings evident on her face. After she was done she wrapped the towel around and stormed out of the bathroom, and heading towards the room.

(Chelsea's pissed now, this could get interesting)
 
( This could become war...XD)

Isbella opened the door to her room and fell. Again. This was about the fourth time since she left the bathroom. She yelped and pulled herself up before forceablely making herself crawling bed. Her muscules screaming at her to stop. She jerked the covers over her body and head; curling into a tight ball. Fuck Chelsea. Fuck her master. Fuck everyone! She could take care of herself! Who needs a person to actually call a friend, right? A sniffle broke the silent air in the room as Isbella clenched the blanket in her hands.
 
"What the fuck is your problem!" Chelsea yelled as she burst in the room, glaring at Isbella on the bed. "Hey! You! Don't curl up and ignore me." her voice was rising as she spoke, face growing red.
(Yeah but Isbella's the one with keys to a muzzle and a cage, not to mention a whip lol)
 
( True. But can she reach them? XD)

"Fuck off!". She yelled back, her voice cracking. She didn't care anymore; she just wanted to sleep. And get that lonely feeling in her stomach she got every night when she was alone. Because that was the truth. Isbella was alone, and that's what she hated to know. She listened to Chelsea start yelling again and grabbed a pillow off the bed a chucked it at her. Tears streaming off her red cheeks.
 
Chelsea took the pillow right in the face, squeaking as she shook it off. "What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. You." she fumed, striding over to her and forcing her on her side, taking a deep breath she slapped Isbella across the face. "Your hysterical!" she yelled shaking her by the shoulders.

(huh... stubborn Chelsea)
 
( O-O Dear god. Help us all.)

The girl yelped as she was slapped, the pain from her master's hit flaring up ten times worse. She growled her eyes teary as she pushed the girl off, sinking her nails into her shoulders till she felt blood. "You fucking bitch! Leave me alone!". She cried. More in a plead than anger. "Why can't you just do that?! I hate you!". Isbella was acting like a wounded child as she burried herself back into the covers. Sobbing hard now and just wanting to shut down before she got into a fight, because right about now? She was helpless.
 
(yeah I forgot about the mark on her from getting slaped before, whoopsie -- but um, I did get an idea)

Chelsea let out a heavy sigh, then let out a painful yelp as she felt the nails sink into her flesh.
Suddenly the door to the room cracked open, as Isbella's Master strode into the room as if he expected this to happen.
"My, my, my Isbella, having trouble with your little pet after all?" his voice was low and soft, but full of masked malice.
 
"N-no!". She squeaked out from under the blankets. Fuck. She knew he was going to hear them. She just knew. In a quick movement she grabbed Chelsea and yanked her down into the protective barrier the girl had created with sheets. Latching on to the girl.
 
"Oh really? No trouble at all?" he smirked pulling out a long, leather riding crop from behind him, running his finger down the length of the tool and around the large leather end. "Isabella, what do owners do to pets that misbehave?" he asked slowly, eying Chelsea with a hunger in his eyes. Someone was going to punish her, and either he was going to force Isabella to do it herself, or he would -- and his methods might have involved far more than a simple crop. "So now tell me again. Was. Your. Pet. Misbehaving?" his voice was a strange mix of authoritatively strong, and softly hypnotic. Without waiting for the two to respond, he motioned for them both to follow him out the door.

(uh-oh) (;) you can of course play the master as well if you like, soothing along the lines of him forcing Isabella to tie her to a whipping post and dispensing the pet herself if you like?)
 
Isbella stared at the girl she was holding. Her eyes still teary and her cheek glowing a bright red. She was so angry...and scared....so when her lips crashed into Chelsea's for a few seconds she didn't regret it. She just poured every emotion she had into the short kiss. Once she pulled away her face forcfully contorted in the firm one from earlier as she grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her from the bed. Her muscles screaming, she tugged the teen down the hallway. Every step she took feeling like a punch to her heart. She felt too much like her master.

And to put it simply.

She hated that with all of her aching heart.

(I can't play men too well....lol but I can try. XD)
 
Chelsea shook, and pulled against Isbella, terrified now. "No, no, no, no, no!" she screamed until the man came up and yanked her harshly away from Isbella, shoving the muzzle back between her teeth again and handcuffing her before shoving her back to his own pet.

"Do you see what happens when you spare the crack of a whip?" he muttered as they moved down the hall and into a side room that he unlocked. Inside the room rows of cages and and chains, spreader bars, cuffs, whips, crops, electroshock clamps, and a multitude of other bondage devices sat around the area. It was one Isabella knew well.
He led the two of them over to a post, having Isbella push the girl over it and chain her wrists to the floor loops, ankles locked into shackles on the floor, allowing her ass to bare and waiting her Mistress.

He hit a panel, a table rising up from the floor, lined with an assortment of whips, crops, cat-o-nine tails, bull whips, and other painful looking devices. He picked out a small bullwhip, handing it to Isbella.

Chelsea was quivering and screaming gross messy sobs though her gag, her eyes were wide and terrified, thrashing uselessly against the cuffs, barely able to move an inch.

(we can also just switch between us both playing him depending on what needs to be done :p)
 
Isbella held the whip in a shaking hand, everything seeming to go in slow mo and make the room spin. She didn't want to do this. She hated to do this! Yet.....she..had to....for if she didn't...

Shaking away her thoughts the best she could, she looked slightly to her cruel master, catching his evil aura at his cold look he returned. 'Fucker.....Mother fucking asshole!' The girl screamed inside her head, enraged. Her grip tightened on the whip as she reared it back, half thinking about smashing it straight into his face. A low growl slipped her lips as she looked at Chelsea's glistening ass under the shallow lights in the room. In the flash of an eyes she brought the dreaded tool down and striked the helpless girl with it before letting the whip hang at her side.

"There, Master. I striked her. Hard. She needs no more.".
 
Chelsea's head flew back and she let out a scream as the sharp painful leather of the whip connected with her ass, lighting it afire. A low painful whimper fell out of her muzzled lips.

He looked at her without betraying his emotions, but grinning inside at the sight of her bringing the whip down on the helpless girls ass. This was turning out better than he'd planned, using the girl as just another way to control his pet. He knew Isbella would hate herself for doing this, and that was fine with him. Walking over to Isbella he ran his hands through her hair, giving her a light kiss on the cheek. "Again." he whispered soft and seductively in her ear, taking her free hand in his own and kissing the inside of her wrist. "Make her scream for you again Isbella if you want to keep her.... although I could find someone else to take her off my hands, she's quite the beauty."

The little blond bellow the two of them watched the exchange with doe like eyes, watering and tense, not sure if she was more scared of the whip, whatever was happening between these two, or the waiting to see what would be done next.
 
Isbella didn't say anything as she stared down. She was such a fucking screw up. So manipulated. So.......dumb. The older girl gritted her teeth as she striked Chelsea again, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She wanted to just run. To turn and bolt from the room. To escape. "Fuck you....". She whispered under her breath, hoping to god her master didn't hear that little curse. Wait, why was she scared? What the hell was there to lose anymore? Chelsea was going to hate her now....even more then she had before. Her life was nothing but a toy. What could possibly be worth it anymore? A low growl slipped her lips as she slightly pulled away from the man and whipped her pet once more. " Je baise vous déteste maître!... pas...Je me déteste ! J'ai moi-même fucking haine !". Isbella screamed out in french. Gripping the whip in her clenched fist.

(Translation: I fucking hate you master! No.....I hate myself! I fucking hate myself!)
 
"That's a good girl." he whispered coming close and putting one of his hands over hers. "Gooood girl." he cooed softly, stroking her hand with his thumb, his other arm wrapping around her waist. He lowered his voice so that only Isbella could hear him. "Now, calm down little one, you know your place hm?" he whispered, kissing her softly on the neck, leading his lips to her ear. "Now, that you have shown your little mutt you mean business, I suggest you get to training her properly. Look to her wounds and lock her in your room. She has some thinking to do. When your done report to me. Understood Isbella?"
 
Isbella simply nodded, starting to move away. She didn't care if she would be punished for pulling away or for not being putty in his hands. Getting down on her knees she started undoing all the chains that held her helpless pet in place. Safe for the hand cuffs on the girl's wrists. Grabbing Chelsea by her arm, she yanked her up. Dragging the beaten girl by her master and out the door without a word. Not looking at her pet. Not speaking. Nothing. She just stomped down the hallway with her pet.
 
Chelsea didn't say a word as her beaten body was drug down the hallway, silent tears gently rolling down her cheeks, shed never in her life experienced anything close to that before and her mind and body wasn't sure how to cope, simply shutting down in response to the new wave of degrading treatment. Beaten like a mule. Like a stubborn, mule.

And she haddn't a clue why. Why would that man do this to her, why would she do this to her, after... after everything, after taking care of her when she came into the room the other night? Why would anyone treat another human like this?
The thought then hit her like a pile of breaks.

Chelsea wasn't another human in this house. She was a mutt. She was property. She was a pet. They could do whatever they wanted to her. At any time.

Chelsea had just tried to help Isbella out after whatever had happened to her, and this was what she got in return?
 
Isbella dragged Chelsea down the seemingly longer corridors till they got to her room and went inside. Isbella immediately pushed her pet down on the bed. Hovering over her the next second with an unreadable look.

The women didn't need to ask if her slave was alright because it was clear she wasn't. So she simply asked something else. "You must obey and not speak out. Is that understood, pet?". Isbella had been caressing Chelsea's face softly in a comforting matter till the word pet slid off her tongue.
 
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