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

Chelsea looked away and down, her body aching to the touch, "Yes Mistress." she said softly, a tear falling down her face
 
Isbella gritted her teeth gently at the tear falling from Chelsea's cheek. God damn it just made her heart twing in guilt, but she couldn't soften too much or who knows what her master would force her to do next time. Bringing her hand back to cup her pet's cheek, she attempted to comfort the girl. Softly rubbing her thumb in circles on the flesh before leaning in and placing a small, tender kiss on Chelsea's lips. Pulling away only a second after. "I have to go. Is there anything you need?". Isbella asked quietly brushing wisps of stray hair from the blonde's face.
 
Chelsea flinched a bit at the kiss and looked away. "Yes Mistress." she said again, blushing deeply and biting her lip. "Does this mean I'm going back to my cage?" she whispered, glancing at the cold steel bars. She wasn't sure anymore what Isbella was likely to do to her.
 
Isbella looked to the cage and frowned in disapproval before looking back to her pet with a small smile. "He only said to lock you in my room.". She kissed the top of Chelsea's head softly as she pulled away. Turning her back to the girl on the bed and walking to the door. "Be a good girl...". She mumbled, opening the door and leaving. Shutting it behind her with a soft click meaning she had locked the door from the outside.
 
Chelsea bit her lip, waiting a moment before heading towards the door and testing it, finding it locked she frowned and slumped against it, sliding down to the floor with a whimper and curling up, her knees to her chin.

She really was just a pet, at the whims and desires of others now, and she didn't know of anyway out.

Slowly Chelsea uncurled herself, and looked around the room, wondering how long she'd be stuck alone again, and with a sigh she moved to the closet and pulled out one of the least sexual outfits she could find, and even then it was tempting. A thin, form fitting nighty, nearly matching the blue of her eyes and pulled it over her body, the hem falling just past her butt cheeks. Sighing sadly to herself she curled up on the bed and before she knew it, the emotionally and mentally exhausted girl had fallen asleep.
 
It was about 6:30 am before Isbella showed herself again. The sound of teeth against metal filled the early morning as a large brown wolfish looking beast opened the door. Isbella laying on his back beaten and even slightly bloody. The brute walked over to the bed and picked the girl off of him with it's powerful jaws. Holding her by some sort of BDMS harness before sitting her body on the bed. Nuzzling the female before leaving, pulling he door shut with his teeth when he did so.

Isbella laid there. Not even sure if she was awake or not. Every part of her was stiff and/or injured. Her pussy was sore beyond belief and so was her poor ass that was still bright red from being spanked. The teen had a huge headache and groaned softly when she tried to move. Pain shooting up through her body every way possible.
 
Chelsea didn't wake up at first, only string slightly in her exhausted slumber, but after a moment her eyelids slid open, not prepared for the sight of the girl before her.
"Oh god..." she whispered, hand covering her mouth as she took in the sight of Isbella, broken and bruised before her.

"I-Isbella?" she whispered not getting a response. Gently she reached out a hand and nudged her shoulder. "M-mistress Isbella?" she tried again, terrified at the sight of the girl.
 
Isbella only let a soft whimper escape her mouth. Body aching as she looked over to Chelsea. Her bare chest heaving up and down. "A-are you okay?" Was all she could get out. She figured her pet would be exhausted and passed out by now. No chance of her waking up. When she realized the blonde was up though she thought something was wrong. That the teen was hungry or something.

With a sharp inhale Isbella brought a shaky hand up and ran a hand through her own brown hair. Not even knowing tears were streaming down her cheeks. She would've of cared if she knew anyway. The pain shot through her rapidly and had no way to heal herself but to cry. To let the pain seep out through tears.
 
"Am I ok? Am I ok?" she muttered, bewildered. Quickly she left the room, and ran down the dark hallways until she reached the kitchen, she appeared a short time latter with supplies in her arms and moved to place the weakened girl carefully on her stomach. "What in the hell happened to you?" she whispered, voice catching in her throat as she gently laid a bag of iced wrapped in a cloth to her bruised bottom. Likewise, Chelsea eased another clothe bag of ice underneath the girl, centering on her core, it looked as if a crop had been taken across it.

Gently she took another damp rag and padded Isbella's puffy, watering eyes. She moved to slice a cucumber, and placed to slices to the side for a moment. "Later you should sleep with these against your eyes tonight, they'll bring the swelling down."

(Chelsea has a history of being mentally, emotionally, verbally, and physically abused by her boyfriend or former boyfriend atm I guess, so while she's never seen or experienced anything like this, she knows what it's like to be handled roughly and degraded a bit - hence she'll know what to do to help cover the marks of being hit)
 
Isabella kept wincing as she was moved, painful shots shooting through her spine everytime. "Thank you..." She whispered out, not intentionly , she just couldn't work her voice to go any louder at the moment. There wasn't a part on her body that didn't burn, her lower regions, ass, legs, stomach, back, you name it, it hurt. The coolness from the ice though helped alot, and she was grateful Chelsea was here. "I'm sorry....for earlier..."
 
Chelsea blushed, looking down. "It was my fault Mistress." she muttered, suddenly feeling overcome with guilt for the fight. "I shouldn't have spoken out of turn, and you'd had a rough day. I'll try to do better so you won't have to punish me as much." Her heart sank at the revelation that the man had been so rough on Isabella because she'd not been able to control her pet. She couldn't even meet the girls eyes as her body was racked with guilt.
 
"Don't say...that..." she spluttered out. Taking a shaky hand and placing it on top of Chelsea's head. Ruffling the girl's hair softly. "It wasn't your fault....it was mine." She said, cracking a weak smile up to her pet. "Now...don't worry about it....everything's fine. Nothing I'm not used to." Isabella tried to flex, to give the younger girl some proof she was strong. Though her hand just kinda fell back to the bed. Her body too beaten to process muscle movements.
 
Chelsea frowned at Isbella before carefully crawling into bed beside her, gently resting her arm on Isbella's, and nuzzling a part of her arm left unbruised. She was angry at herself. It was her fault and she knew it. "You need to rest miss." She whispered.
 
Isabella softly sighed and brought her hand up again, brushing some hair from Chelsea's face. "Alright, alright....I'll go to sleep...." She whispered back, softly kissing the top of the blonde girl's head as she let her hand fall. Shutting her puffy eyes and trying to drift off into some kind of sleep.
 
Chelsea nuzzled close to her side, refusing to leave the girl throughout the night, in many ways behaving just like a loyal pet guarding her owner, although she knew of no way to keep soothing like this from happening.

Awaking early the next morning, she looked down at herself curled up around Isbella, biting her lip at the sight of the girl. After a few moments of thought she carefully moved away from her and tiptoed to the closet to get something before sneaking out of the room.

A short while later the petite blond was corseted up, and dressed in a sexy little french-maid outfit, black heels and thigh-highs gracing her legs, ending with just an inch of flesh before her white petticoat and black skirt of the dress - just barely covering her bottom. She seemed to be the only one up this early, having fixed a large tray of food, eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, jam, oatmeal, juice, milk, all sat out carefully for Isabella.

Carefully walking back to the room, she sat the tray of food down on the nights and stood waiting, with her hands crossed polity in-front of her, a soft blush filling her cheeks as she cleared her throat trying to wake Isbella.
 
Isbella stirred a bit at the small noises Chelsea made, groaning a bit as she tried to turn over. Forgetting about her injuries, she yelped slightly and gripped her bruised shoulder she had rolled on. A blistering pain racing through her body before she got a whiff of something delicious.

Breakfast? The brunette looked up to her nightstand and sure enough; a plate of smoking hot food laid there. But that wasn't even the best part, looking a little bit to the side Isbella saw the god damn hottest/ cutest thing she had ever since.

Chelsea standing there with a huge blush covering her perfect face in a short maid's dress. Damn she had nice legs, and a nice figure, and well....everything was nice. This girl was utterly perfect!

"Good morning." The mistress said as she gave a rather coy smile to her pet. "Thank you for the incredible wake up call." She purred, looking up and down Chelsea once again to tease her so she could see that adorable look when she was flustered.
 
Chelsea's blush easily deepend, shades of red cascading down her face as she gave a slightly curtsy. "G-good morning Mistress." she replied, looking down quickly. "I hope you managed to sleep well." Her heart was doing flip-flops in her chest as she spoke, she was finding it easier and easier to fall into her pet role as the days went on, a fact that was confusing-and worrisome to her. "I home you're feeling hungry this morning miss."
 
Isbella chuckled slightly, managing to get herself up to where she was leaning on some pillows. "I am." She agreed with a smile, blowing some hair out of her eyes as she reached over and grabbed the plate of food. Happy as can be as she took a bite. "It's delicious, good job." The brunette praised her, eating the food she had been given gratefully. A childish happy smile spreading across her face.
 
Chelsea watched the girl carefully, studding her. The guilt she felt ebbing a bit as she saw how much Isabella seemed to be enjoying this. She pointed to a small bag with some Ibuprofen that she'd found in the bathroom. "Those should last for most of the day if you're in a lot of pain." she said softly.

Her master hadn't been around once, in fact as far as Chelsea could figure out he wasn't even in the mansion. They seemed to be completely alone for now, except for the beasts and creatures roaming the home -- and the servants, but none of those had so much as said a word to her,

"I-it's good to see you smiling." she said softly, fidgeting at her petticoat, strangely happy at Isbella's praise.
 
Isbella let another soft smile grace her lips as her eyes rested on her adorable pet. "You're cute.". The older girl winked, finishing her plate and sitting it aside. Rubbing the rest of the sleep from her eyes before she tried getting out of bed. Tossing her slender legs over the side of the bed, and going to stand before yelping and sitting back on the bed. "Shit....". She quietly cursed before looking up to Chelsea and forcing a smile. "How about I show you around the mansion today? If your up for it.".
 
( yaye! :3 *flying glomp!* )

Chelsea frowned, giving her a look. "If I'm up to it?" she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "It doesn't look like you're in much shape to be showing me around anyplace today." she said putting her hands on her hips as she looked at the poor girl. "Now, you are going to stay in that bed and rest today while your body heals, Isbella. You're in no position to argue with me on this." she added before crossing her arms over her chest.
 
(*giggles* Sorry for the long delay. :) )

Isbella rolled her eyes at her stubborn pet, lightly smirking at the younger girl. "I need to just walk this off, he won't care about my condition later tonight. I need to get back up and running before this place bursts at the seams. Plus I'll just get one of the master's dogs to carry me around. It'll be fine.". Isbella forced a smile and put two fingers to her lips and whistled loudly. A few seconds later a large beastly dog came through the bedroom door. It very similar to the puppy Isbella had brought Chelsea not to long ago. "They grow incredibly fast.". The injured girl mumbled, waiting for the beast to come closer before struggling to get on it's back. The girl wobbly and clearly in pain.
 
(omg I had forgoteen about Chelsea's puppy!!!!!!! YAYE PUPPY, I need to bring the puppy back around for Chelsea to cuddle with sometime)

Chelsea crossed her hands over her chest and walked towards the door, shunting it and standing in-front of it. "Get back into bed now." she snapped, looking cross and taking far more of a demanding attitude with Isbella than she ever had before. Chelsea still wasn't sure what her story was, but she'd seen enough to know the girl was stubborn, demanding at times, and had a very hard time here - and someone needed to keep her stubbornness in check. If Chelsea had to be here for now, she might as well be the one.
 
(Yup! :3 So cute! X3)

Isbella flinched a bit when she was yelled at. It had scared her at first, the older teen thinking it was her master. She quickly realized it was just Chelsea though a sighed. Making the beastly dog take her back to the bed so she could roll over onto it. Petting the large animal as she looked at her pet like an angry child who had been refused a toy. "I'm fine....". She grumbled, rrolling over and hugging the huge dog's face.
 
Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Yeah you're perfectly fine." she muttered looking away. This was getting her nowhere fast. Suddenly she thought back to how Isbella had first showed herself to her new pet and how she'd acted. Hmmm....

A lump formed in her throat at the thought, but quietly she moved to the closet to look around.

A short time later Chelsea whimpered softly, growing louder and louder, to get Isbella's attention, when she did decide to turn around she would see her pet in a short sexy white nurses uniform, a zipper undone just enough to show off her slight cleavage, a stethoscope hanging around her neck, but the girl didn't need that to know her own heart was racing at this idea. She'd donned her thigh-highs and heels again, leaving just a few inches of skin before the short skirt started, showing off the curves of her hips and ass nicely. Blond curls fell about her shoulders and her head was topped with a small nurses cap, a small red ball gag nestled between her teeth.

"Mmmpph!" she whimpered again, batting her eyelashes teasingly, waiting for Isbella to turn around and see her pet. Chelsea knew she wouldn't be able to resist such a show.
 
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