liliebar x Wolfy

[Wolfy]

A clap of thunder cracked the stillness of the night, making the little girl jump. With a huff, and a mild blushing of her cheeks for being so silly, she returned to looking at herself in the mirror, puckering her lips and coating them with lipstick.

The girl checked over her freshly showered body in the mirror, and gave herself a quick wink. She was a short girl, with a pair of nice legs, topped off by a curvy round bottom, now clad in nothing more than a lacy white thong. She giggled before finishing applying her eyeliner, and other makeup, and giving the blond curls that fell to her shoulders another quick bush before bouncing back to her room and falling on the bed. She wasted little time rolling up first, one white thigh-high up her leg, followed by the other, buckling each garter to the top of the sexy garments, before finally sliding her arms into a matching bra, turning herself around to study the girl in the mirror.

She was aiming for looking like a sexy little crumpet tonight. And so far she was succeeding. Turning to her closet, she pulled out her newest addition, a tempting little red-ridding hood outfit and eagerly pulled it over her body. White petticoat, puffing out the short red miniskirt, tapered at the waist, it was a nice complement to her small frame, and she waste little time tieing the hood around her neckline and giving herself another once over before slipping each foot into a pair of black heels.

She was feeling sexy, and naughty, and all to shove it in the face of her ex for dumping her. Chelsea smirked at herself, unbelieving that she'd actually done all this because of a stupid boy -- this was by far the most tempting little outfit she'd ever worn -- but she was mad, and hurt, and was going to make an absolute fool of him at the party tonight.

But if the little red had any idea just who had been watching her the past few weeks, and what types of things they'd had in mind... she might have opted to be a little less appetizing tonight of all nights.

 

[liliebar]

Shadows. They were the deepest reach into the darkness, shrouding and enveloping everything within the grasp. Even a human being could be completely engulfed in the shadows. Icy blue hues were hidden from view, not allowing themselves to be pried as they were the ones that were to do the prying. The owner of the icy blues watched like the predator he was, grasping each detail of the petite, curvy blond. He remained ever so patient as he waited for the right moment to pounce. He picked out this prey several weeks ago and had been making notes to her every movement ever since. He could hardly believe his luck when he had came across this woman. She met all the qualifications and specifications right down to the last strand of hair. Now, the time had come and everything was perfect. All of his hard work and long hours were to finally be paid off. As he watched the young woman finally clothe herself in a sexual red-ridding hood outfit, an image of another blonde appeared in his mind, her light, aqua green hues seeming to call to him in need. Soon. Soon he would meet those needs and bring the curly blonde to the blonde that plagued his mind.

The view of the blonde plaguing his mind suddenly vanished as the sound of heels grabbed the predator's attention. She was fully dressed down and in such a seductive attire as well. The young woman looks so ripe for the picking and just so. . .tasty. However, despite how 'scrumptious' the woman was appearing, she was not to be for him. She was a gift after all and he needed to ensure as little damage as possible was to come to her. Steadily, he began to put everything into play. He was not worried of a boyfriend interfering with this plan tonight, seeing as she was now single. In fact, it appeared that the recent break-up had 'inspired' the young woman to behave and dress in such manor. What a costly mistake. This was not this predator's first hunt, and he always found it amusing how people felt so safe within those walls they deemed a home. The truth was, they could not be any more dead wrong.

Without so much as a sound, the man stepped from the shadows, completely clad in black with the only exception being partial facial features mainly being his icy gaze down to his lips. A scar could be seen curving around his left cheek, barely defined due to his tanned flesh. His lips were curled into a twisted grin as he stepped towards the young woman. "Hm. Why don't you look rather intimate? You know, people can get the wrong idea seeing you dressed in such a manner." With only giving the woman a brief moment to react, he moved with such speed it would not allow the woman a chance to defend herself. There was a sudden crash as a vase fell from its resting place upon the side table, shattering across the floor and igniting a spark as the bulb broke. He easily overpowered the woman, fighting to restrain her. A cloth soon muffled any screams from the woman as he held it tightly over her mouth and nose. He always found it amusing that people would not hold their breath when a cloth was held over their mouth and nose. It was blatantly clear that the cloth was completely socked in chloroform. Movies always gave evident to that, despite how cliche it appeared to be.

As always, it took only a few moments for that cliche to work itself out as the woman was to fall to unconsciousness. The man stood up, taking in calm and stable breaths as he stared at the seemingly lifeless body at his feet. "Sister, I will ease your lonely pain. That bastard of a Master won't be able to take this from you." With that, he hoisted the woman over his shoulder.

The drug soon had worked its course through the woman's body, it's effect beginning to fade. A soft voice spoke out to the unconsciousness woman. "Wake up beautiful. Wake up." When the woman was to open her eyes, and was able to gain her focus, she would see a young woman leaning over her, appearing to be in her late teens or early twenties. Her long blond hair cascaded over her pale rosy-peach shoulders, falling down to caress her large breasts. A pair of light, aqua-green hues met the hues of the woman, seeming to possess gentle kindness in them, and yet something else beneath it all. They almost seemed as they were broken, without a soul. A short, aqua-green gown that was held up by a pair thing straps that seemed to begin to fall over her shoulders. A gentle hand reached out to caress the other woman's face, her finger tips being ever so gentle. "There you are. Good morning sunshine." The woman find that her ankles and wrists were secured in shackles that were chained the floor. The chains were long enough to give her room to roam the large room but short enough to where she could not reach any door to escape. "I love your Red Riding Hood outfit. You look rather appetizing and this wolf is ready to gobble you up."​

 

[Wolfy]

Lethargically long thick lashes fluttered open, revealing pools of deep blue irises, they seemed to sparkle, even as a foggy cloud still enveloped the girl they belonged to. Chelsea let them drift around the room, seeing only vague shapes with little meaning attached to them. Slowly, but surly the room began to shift into focus, and she could feel a pounding headache already forming -- being drugged for a few hours will do that to a girl.

Finally her ears started working correctly and she focused in on this strange woman's moving lips. Strange. She didn't remember this girl from the party. Who was she? Why was she in the room with her? Had Chelsea offered her room as a place to stay? Why would she do that? Chelsea moved her hand to her forehead, closing her eyes momentarily, until she registered the sound of rattling metal. Her eyes opened lazily again, still trying to remember who this girl was, and she studied the metal shackles locked around her wrists. Looking down, she noticed a matching pair on her ankles. All of a sudden, Chelsae's pounding head was the least of her concerns.

She sprang to her feet quickly, her still shaken mind unsteady on the heels, causing herself to wobble on them for a moment and sending the shackles rattling as she ran to the end of her chains, finding herself helplessly trapped. She looked back at the woman, and opened her mouth for the first time, an ear-piercing scream ripped from her lips that she refused to stop, screaming and screaming and pulling hard at the unforgiving chains.

 

[liliebar]

Fear. Lilith had been accustomed to the sight of it, it having seem to envelope her entire life. The once gentle smile that had curved her lips soon vanished as a frown soon took the place of it. She watched as the other woman panicked and attempted to flee. Then, it came. Screams. Lilith all but flinched as the woman began to scream out in terror and the screams seemed endless without any chance of stopping. She certainly did one of hell a set of lungs. "Please stop that now." Lilith spoke, her voice seeming gentle still yet with some commandment undertone to it. Yet, the woman's scream did not cease. Soon, a door enter and Lilith's attention turned to the figure standing in the door way. It was the predator that had kidnapped the woman and he was still completely clad in black. His icy-blue hues locked with the light aqua-green pair for a moment, words were exchanged not verbally but through looks. The icy stare soon focused entirely on the other woman. They seemed to glare a deep hole into her, as though to destroy the soul belonging to the woman. The woman was going to cause his sister trouble. "Jack. . ." Lilith spoke out the man as though to plead with him yet he simply gave her a look, a near look of desperation.

The predator, Jack, walked over to a large chest that was in the room and a key was soon seen in his gloved hand, as though he pulled the key from air. A click sound was heard as the old, rusted chest was opened. Leaning over, he reached into the chest, removing an item before he shut and once re-locked the chest. He turned and approached the woman. Despite any effort she made to fight against him, he overpowered her. He towered both of the women and his strength matched that of a grizzly. He quickly grabbed the back of her neck, even some of her hair as she forced the woman down to her knees. "You are going to get my sister into a world of trouble and I cannot have that." His voice was cold and distant, as though he had no feelings of any sort. Red ball was forcefully shoved into the woman's mouth, a black leather strap was then wrapped tightly around her head. The ball was snug securely in her mouth to muffle any noises she made.

"My sister is finally permitted a pet of her own. If you do not behave, than my sister will suffer. If my sister suffers, than I will be sure that you do as well." His voice was crisp and clear, the threat very evident as well as that he would follow through with it. Jack was about to back hand the woman before he felt a hand on his shoulder. His body tensed for a moment before it relaxed, seemingly in a reluctant manner. Once more, his gaze locked with his sister. Jack gave a heavy sigh and returned his gaze to the woman on her knees on the floor. "You better not forget what I have told you." With that, he growled and turned from the two woman. As he exited the room, he stared back over at his sister and watched her kneel before the now gagged woman. The heavy, steel door slammed shut, locking the two woman in the room alone.

Lilith's gaze was fixated on her, staring into those fearful eyes. Reaching, she placed both hands on either side of the other's face. "My brother can be quite the handful at times. He means the best though." She spoke softly as she looked back to the door that her brother had entered and left through. The gentle smile had returned and curved her lips. She owed her brother for so much. After all, he was the one who had helped to coax Master into allowing her to have a pet of her own. She turned her face to look back to the other. "My name is Lilith. You're my new pet. I'm rather excited. I've never been allowed my pet before." She lightly giggled as she spoke before licking her lip. Leaning in closer, she sniffed a few times, taking in the woman's scent. It was rather intoxicating. "You are rather ripe for the plucking, my Little Red." Her hands moved down from the woman's face to her shoulders as Lilith leaned in closer. She gave a lightly lick to the tip of her nose and then to her cheek. Nips were trailed down the other's cheek to her neck as she untied the red hood. "Your skin is so soft and you taste as good as you smell, my Little Red." It had seemed that Lilith was becoming fond of that nickname and that she would call the other by that until she knew of her real name. Even after, she would continue to call the other by the name she was giving her.​

 

[Wolfy]

Chelsea had shivered as the strange man entered the room and forced the round red rubber ball between her teeth and buckled it snugly behind her blond curls. Her tongue lapped against the strange device, the foul taste of rubber meeting her. She glared at the boy as he left a mix of fear and anger coursing through her small frame that still struggled and fought against her chains, only stopping for a moment when she felt Lilith's soft, supple hands on the side of her face.

It only lasted a moment before she jerked her head away, angry at the simple smile Lilith looked upon her with, as if this was the most normal thing in the world that could be happening. Lilith's words, said with such a carefree and easy nature, again as if telling the woman before her that she was now property was the most natural course of action. As her soft lips began to explore Chelsea's neckline and she felt her hood and cloak fall away her body squirmed and umped in protest, worming away from the woman and as hobbling as far away as the chains would allow, unfortunately treating Lilith to a rather nice view of the tops of her white thigh-highs, matching petticoat and thong. Chelsea needed to find a away out of this, she needed to get to a window, anything, a phone, figure out a way of getting help.

 

[liliebar]

Just as Lilith was beginning to enjoy herself, the enjoyment was suddenly halted as the woman struggled and wormed herself free in such protest. Lilith simply stared in shock as the woman attempted to get herself free. Why? Why was she struggling and fighting against her so? She had been told she now belonged to her, so there should not be any reason to fight. Lilith's mind was so warped from her captive her entire life with her brother. However, unlike Lilith, her brother was given far more freedom seeing as he was a male. The Master never had anything to fear from Jack seeing as he had Lilith to hold over head. The siblings were born into this world, there mother having been kidnapped when she was pregnant with the two. They were fraternal twins. Jack was lucky he was alive as The Master had planned on killing him after he was born but was persuaded otherwise. Now Jack was an errand boy of types, but his fond remained tight and firm for Lilith. The two had witnessed their mother's death, and from that moment he had vowed to never allow death to fall to his sister. Yet, despite the 'freedom' he possessed, Jack did not grow up an easy life either. There was reason he was completely clad in clothing from head to toe.

No matter how much the woman searched, she would not find a means of escape. The room had no windows, nor where there to be any phones to be found. The room was locked from the outside. There was one other door in the room that was not locked. It was the room to the bathroom which had a full use of a toilet, bathtub, sink, and a separate shower from the bathtub. This wasn't Lilith's main room she resided within for she did have a room with windows; however, this new woman would not be permitted to enter such a room until she was broken.

Lilith did not move for a moment as she kept watching the other. Her head cocked to the side for a moment, her bangs falling to the side of her forehead. She easily noticed the view that was given to her. The woman hadn't realized she had exposed what resided beneath that dress. A more rosy tint painted itself upon Lilith's cheeks as her eyes caressed those sweet inner thighs and seemed as though they were trying to see past the white thong. Oh, what delicious secrets must lay beneath it. The enjoyment of the view was short lived as she stood herself upright, staring down at the gagged the woman. Her arms folded over her breasts, squeezing them tightly together to cause them to nearly bust free from the top of the gown. "Why do you fight me so? It's not as though this is hard to understand. I belong to Master and you now belong to me. That's how things work." She soon remained silent, just staring down at the woman. Her eyelids closed partial, as though they suddenly masked by sadness.

She turned her back on the woman and began to walk away from her. When her head had been cocked to the side, her hair had fallen to the side and when she stood up it was cascaded over her right shoulder. The gown was see-through in the back and the top only came up to just rest below each shoulder blade. A large, burn scar traveled down the course of her back from her neck to her tail bone alone her spine. It was two inches wide and was seemingly jagged. Other scars adorned her back as well that seemed to be from lashes from objects thick and thin. Even her wrists and anklets had scars around them from something had been constricted around them. It had seemed that the scars were mostly upon her back as well as ankles and wrists, leaving her front untouched and the flesh seemingly flawless. However, the internal scars were far more severe than any external ones. Lilith did not seem to see a need to hide them as they were her whole world.

Lilith walked to beside the bed where there was a large, cube shaped object that was concealed by a black sheet that completely blanket the entire thing. She gripped a hold of the sheet and seemed hesitant for a moment as she swallowed hard. She hated what was beneath the sheet, but it had its purpose and it seemed as though this new pet of hers would be requiring it. She had hoped there would be no need for it, but she needed it. If she was unable to tame this pet of hers, the other would be taken away from her and Lilith would be severely punished for her failure. Her eyes were closed for a moment as she thought on the matter before opening them and yanking the sheet from the object. The sheet fluttered in the air for a moment, 'whooshing' as it did so. Lilith stepped to the side and looked over to the woman, staring at her as she give full view of the object. It was a cage. The cage was large enough where a full sized adult could fit in it on their hands and knees, and even a little room to lay on the ground. However, there was not enough room for one to stand nor to fully lay down stretched out. The bars were spread enough part where one could reach an arm just barely through, but no bigger.

With the sheet still in one hand, Lilith reach down and gripped a hold of both chains that were latched onto the wrists shackles and jerked them forward rather sharply. It was enough of a jerk to pull the woman back forward, bringing her to more than likely fall upon her chest. "This will be your bed. You will be spending majority of your time in there until you can learn your place. You are giving me no choice. Once you start behaving, then you will be able to sleep in bed with me. You will not be permitted a pillow nor blanket either. You are going to have earn them." Lilith tossed the sheet onto the bed before dropping the chains. It briefly became clear to Lilith that she was going to have to explain things to this woman, even though she was still confused to why the woman did not understand and fought her so much.​

 

[Wolfy]

Chelsea listened to the woman's words. What was she talking about? You didn't own people. And no one owned Chelsea that was for sure, she wasn't some mutt you could adopt. Angry and worried eyes followed Lilith's every movement around the room, as Chelsea braced herself, not sure of what exactly this strange girl was capable of, but despite her anger, she shuttered upon seeing the scares on this 'pets' back. What in the world happened to her? Chelsea, still grunting and squealing, watched as she took hold of a sheet and yanked it free, revealing a cold metal cage.

A shudder coursed down the entire length of the little blonds spine at the site of that device. She looked confused for a moment then realized the words she'd spoken. Chelsea 'belonged' to her. Like a pet. A caged pet. She shook her head vigorously in protest, mmmphp as her head whipped side to side, sending her curls flying everywhere. She fell forwards, on her knees, forced to look up at this woman, oh how Chelsea wanted to lash out at her right then.

But quick as she could, the former all-star highschool team vollyball captain sprang up to rest on her heels again -- not an entirely easy task -- to make a dash for the door, fear overpowering her thoughts and making her forget she was still chained to the wall, a loud thump singled she'd reached her limit again as she jerked against the end of her chains, feet flying out from under her as she landed squarely on her cute ass and causing her to let out a muffled yelp of pain as she rolled on the floor.

"Mmmph mmphphhhh phhhhhh!" Chelsea exclaimed, kindly informing Lilith exactly what she thought of her offer to sleep next to her and where she could shove it -- although the effort was lost through the hard rubble gag still nestled between her teeth.

 

[liliebar]

Lilith remained still as she watched how the other woman responded to the sight of the cage. Lilith found this woman a rather curious creature. How could she behave in such a manner? Something soon clicked and the realization was seen in those aqua-green hues. Perhaps the woman understood everything clearly and she merely wanted to be punished. That had to be it! The woman did understand and was only putting up a struggle so that she could be punished. What did her Master call such people? That's right, masochists. This woman must have been masochist, one who enjoys receiving pain and punishments. Lilith stared as the other quickly sprang to her feet with some effort and quickly made a dart towards the door. She cringed as she watched the other fall, feeling the pain herself from the fall. Lilith soon giggled to herself as bent over once more and grabbed onto the chains. "Come here, my Little Red." With that, she gave a harsh jerk on the chains. It was amazing the strength the petite woman possessed. She was only five foot one and did not seem to possess an extreme amount of muscle. "I think I now understand. Now Master won't be angry." She seemed to be in a happy bliss now.

From another room, Jack was watching from hidden cameras. He was seated with one leg crossed over the other as he watched the monitors. "Sister. You don't know what the outside is like. Our lives are not natural. This woman needs to be broken. She's lived a life I've only been able to dream for you to live." He sighed heavily as he spoke to himself. He was aware of that the other knew this was wrong and not normal by any means. She wasn't by any means behaving the way she was because she was some sort of masochist like Lilith believed the woman to be. Jack's eyes seemed to suddenly narrow as he focused upon the pet he had brought for his sister. He actually despised the woman. She had lived such a wonderful life and grew up in a much kinder world than his sister. It was unfair for her to take advantage of the free life she had. She would now have to suffer just as Lilith had. She would be broken like Lilith. That was only fair in his mind.

Lilith continued to jerk on the chains, forcing the other to come ever closer to her until she was at her feet. During the commotion of her pulling on the chains, Lilith had managed to grab something that had was attached to the cage. With a 'snap' a collar had been locked around the other's neck. Now, she would find herself chained to the cage, with only a feet of room to roam from the cage. Try as the other might, she could not get free nor move as the cage was securely bolted to the floor and wall. "It's rather late. You should get some rest. We're going to have quite the busy day." With that statement, Lilith once again jerked the chains that locked upon each cuff and practically flung the other woman into the cage. Her back would hit the back of the cage rather hard, knocking the wind from her lungs. Lilith then closed the cage door, it locking the moment it was shut. She smiled to the woman as she sat down upon the bed near the cage. She stretched her body out and allowed a yawn to escape. "I hope Master does not mind. I'm so tired. Hm. But don't worry. I'll give you what you crave after some sleep." She laid her body down as she spoke to the other woman while nestling her head into a pillow. Slowly, her eyelids became heavy and closed as Lilith drifted off.

|BLAH! Very crappy post. Sorry. > <; I was a bit brain dead on this post and couldn't think of what else to do with it. |​

 

[Wolfy]

|Nooo not crappy at all! ^.^|

With a gurgled umph Chelsea slammed back against the wall of the cage, her spine and head connecting hard with the metal bars. She slumped down against them, to dazed to do anything else. Her bright blue eyes blinked after a moment and she shook her head, a soft painful moan accompanied her now throbbing head.

Rolling over onto her side, she heard the chain binding her to the cage rattling, and Chelsea was starting to get a sense of just how much trouble she really was in. With an umph, she fell over onto her back, another pitiful cry of pain escaping her as she landed. She'd hit those bars hard, her back was probably going to bruise. She turned to watch Lilith slam the door shut and lock it tight, blue eyes becoming cloudy with tears she refused to let fall. She watched this strange woman look at her so kindly, speaking to her with such a soft voice like someone would a small kitten. It wasn't fair. She;d done nothing to this woman to deserve being treated like, like, like a mongrel. She wasn't some disobedient kitten to be punished. It wasn't fair.

Anger welled up inside of her for a moment, causing her to kick out one of her heeled feet at the metal prison she was confined to, rattling it loudly in the stillness of the night, and causing her small foot to throb in pain. She choked back a yelp, This couldn't be happening to her. It couldn't be! No. No. No. No. No! She should be relishing in the envy of her ex-boyfriend as she danced up against someone new, letting his hands grip her hips, her arms around him as she let him know exactly what he'd let go.

It was a dream. It was a nightmare. That was it. Just a nightmare. She'd wake up tomorrow in her own bed, or maybe in someones arms, curled up warm and secure with someone from the party. Her ex having dripped with envy as they left together. This was just dream Just a dream. Just a.... and soon, the emotionally, physically, and mental exhausted girl completely collapsed in her new home. Little did she know morning wouldn't bring her relief from this nightmare, and this little girl, her own personal big bad wolf was only beginning to realize what sort of fun she could have with a red-ridding-hood of her very own.

 

[liliebar]

It was a world that should never have been given birth to. This was world of pain and suffering, the breaking of one's will and turning them into a mindless doll. It was twisted and unkind to any who were unfortunate to come into it. There was no mercy to be found in this world as no one cared. Lilith had been born into this world and it is the whole thing she knew. The outside world had never graced her and Chelsea would soon all but forget of the world she had been so lucky to be born into. Lilith's world would soon envelope and encase Chelsea entirely. Her will would be broken by Lilith and if would not, Chelsea would not be broken by Lilith's Master, but instead her life would cease to exist. Lilith's Master did not want to take Chelsea under his twisted wing. She was to be under Lilith's wing alone. Lilith's Master expected Lilith to fail and depended upon it. He wanted another reason to punish Lilith, to torture and twist her further.

The morning would hold no comfort for Chelsea as she would awaken to find herself still in the cage. Her wrists and ankles would now be bruised from the shackles. Lilith was leaning over the cage, staring into it. When Chelsea finally awoke, Lilith was smiling. "Good morning, sunshine." She spoke tenderly, much like a mother would to their young child. Lilith unlocked the cage door and gripped onto the chains.​