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

Wolfy

Wolfy

Supernova
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Nov 7, 2010
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 at herself for being silly 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 an idiot 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 ridding hood 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.
 
His name was Tolouse. He was a tall man and looked rather out of place standing across the street hidden in the shadows as he waited for her to leave. Tolouse lifted his arm to see the time he nodded to himself glancing down at the greyhound who sat like statue at his side waiting for his master command. Whether it was to attack, comfort, or simply terrify the poor girl.

He had been watching her for several weeks making sure she was the perfect candidate to give to his pet. Possibly even for his experiments. He shifted his weight from one foot to another his patient slowly wearing thin as he waited for her to leave her house behind for the last time.
 
Chelsea was practically skipping with excitement as she locked her front door and headed down the walkway to her car - still parked on the side of the street. A gust of wind blew up, causing her to shiver before wrapping the flimsy red cape further around her shoulders. Maybe she should have taken a jacket with her....

She bit her lip pausing before reaching the car door. Something felt weird. Her skip prickled as she turned around and looked back at her house. Did she lock the door? Was she forgetting something? No... she was sure she had everything.... She dug around her purse for a moment checking. Never realizing the source of her sudden unease was the eyes watching her from the shadows.
 
He looked down at his dog who looked back up at him. "Attack." The dog began to growl and did as instructed. He was a swift dog and ran to Chelsea. The dog jumped up knocking her purse from her hands and spilling the contents to the ground then jumped again catching on to her cape and dragging her down to the ground. He growled his jaws snapping in her face.

When Chelsea attempeted to get away his jaws sank in to her right forearm and held on tightly refusing to let her go.
 
Chelsea spun around, startled by the growling noise, and let out a sharp scream as she was knocked down by the mutt, throwing her hands up to protect her face. She turned and tried to crawl to her feet only to feel sharp stabbing pain in her calf as the mutts teeth sank into her flesh. Flailing and screaming her head off she kicked her other foot out trying to get the mutt off her, but upon seeing the stranger coming towards her she cried out for help against the mongrel.
 
The dog moved away from Chelsea once it saw it's master approach the poor girl.

"I do apologize for his behavior. He normally is very well behaved." He said leaning down to examine the bite on her ankle. "You need medical attention. Please let me tend to your wound. I feel horrible for what he's done."
 
(ok so mybad, I just realized it was writs... not sure how I saw ankle... whoops hmmm might make it interesting early on though if she can't walk much for a few days -- besides when she's caged or bound or whatever -- also I think I want Chelsea to be a rather spoiled girl hmmmm.... this could get interesting. ^^)

Chelsea was whimpering, wincing at the lightest touch against her ankle, it already looked like it was swelling a bit. "Haven't you ever heard of leashes!" she yelled angrily, pushing him away the best she could as she struggled to her feet. She stumbled and cried out the moment she put weight on the ankle, falling back to her knees whimpering. Fuck. "Hand me my phone," she grumbled angrily, pointing at her fallen purse, and grumbled under her breath, not wanting any more of this, this mans help.
 
(It's cool ^^)

"As I said he's quite well behaved." He said standing and walking over to the purse. He pushed around the contents with the toes of his shoe and smiled seeing the phone. He lifted his foot and brought it down on to the phone smashing it. "Seems broken to me." He said then walked back over to her he held his hand out to her "I'm a doctor I can help you." He said. His dog was back on it's feet growling at Chelsea threatening to attack her again had she refused his offer.
 
Chelsea's temper flared, casting a weary look at the man before glaring at the mongrel. "You can kindly go to hell." she whispered, summoning up every ounce of courage and stubbornness she had, and knocking the mans hand away before struggling into a sitting position. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, but letting your mutt attack me isn't what I'd call a good pickup line. And when I get home, I'm calling the police on both of you." she growled, the poor girl not yet fully realizing what situation she was in.

( :p )
 
Toulouse had very little patients even with those who knew him on a personal level and with his intentions for this girl he had no problem in hurting her, breaking her.

"Oh sweet child. I'll take you home." In his hand he had held a cane Nd with it he hit her across the head hard enough to knock her out for a few hours but not so hard to split her skull. He looked over at her shaking his head. He placed the cane on his arm and lifted the gi into his arms and began to head back to his home. His dog following close behind.

Once they arrived he placed the girl in a cage in Nanet's room. She was his first succeful expirment and he intended to do the same with this new one but had no desire to tend to her in the way he did with Nanet. He would leave his new test subject in her care.
 
A few hours passed as slowly it seemed, and the little red ridding hood lay, still dressed for her party, in a rather over sized kennel type cage, secured with a padlock and by a collar locked tightly around her neck. A pair of tags with her name on them, as well as the status of her new owner dangled from the leather device, jingling lightly with her breathing. A sexy little prize for whoever was to be her new owner, that was for certain. Her chin, and mouth were hidden by a large, leather muzzle, again locked tightly around her head to keep her quite until she was seen to.

Slowly her head turned to the side, eyelids half rising to see her new world from behind think cage bars. "Mmph." she muttered, although whatever she'd meant to say was lost to the leather muzzle as her eyelids closed again, as if she'd only been disturbed from a nap. Another few moments passed her eyelids flew open again, her eyes, deep pools of blue suddenly looked far more panicked as she took in the bars of the cage again.

Streams of muffled cries, partly from the throbbing pain now forefront in her mind, and the terrified realization that she had no idea what was going on. She peered out through her cage bars, trying to make out what lay past the shadows of her cage. A bed? Some furniture? Was that a bookshelf? What was going on? What time was it? What day was it? And what the hell was she doing here?

Chelsea squirmed around, starting to panicked, finding her wrists locked tightly behind her back, her ankles fastened together, rending her helpless even if she hadn't been locked in a cage like a mutt, a low stream of terrified, whimpers epped out of her muzzle as she thrashed about the best she could in her prison, desperate for someone to help her.
 
Nanet had been finishing dinner when her master came back. She gasped looking at the girl he carried in his arms. She watched her eyes wide and jumped when he commanded for her to follow him. Nanet nodded and did as she was told.

"You will care for this girl."

"Care for her?"

"Yes. She will be responsibility and you will train her as I did you."He said locking the cage he set her in and then placed the key around Nanet's neck. Her eyes widened and ears flattened against her head. She touched the key grasping it.

"M.Master are you certain?"

"Can you not do it?"He said not turning to look at her once as he left Nanet locking her room door behind him. She frowned taking the key off of her neck and then looked at the girl who laid in the cage. She crossed the room examining her but did not touch her. I will tend to her wounds when she awakes. Nanet climbed in to her bed and grabbed the book she had been reading. Nanet read until she fell asleep waking to the whimpering of the girl.

Nanet blinked her eyes rubbing her eyes. She moved the covers back and walked across the room. She shifted her weight from one foot to another watching her. "You need to stop whining." She said watching her.
 
Chelsea squeaked and pressed her back to the bars of the cage, startled for a moment. Her eyes peered through the cage and took in the strange girl before her. What? What was going on? Did she have fake ears on her head? Chelsea watched a long furry tail wish around behind her and blinked, shaking her head as if she wasn't sure if she was still asleep. "Mmmmphh!!" she yelped shaking her head harder and thrashing around in her cage, causing a sharp throbbing of pain in her head. Her struggles slowed as she let out a painful whimper, a tear falling down her face. Owwwww, she thought. Her head felt like it was going to split open -- what the hell was going on?

The poor confused girl let out another whimper, eyes wide - obviously confused, and terrified.
 
Nanet frowned her tail swaying back and forth sweeping the floor. She could still smell the girls blood. "You need a bath." She said with a nod looking around for the key she walked over to her nightstand grabbed the key and walked back to the cage. She unlocked the door and grabbed the girl by the wrist pulling her out. Nanaet pulled her to her feet and looked at the clothes she wore. She shook her head and puled her along towards one of the other two doors in the room. She opened the door and turned the light on revealing a bath room. She made Chelsea sit on the floor and closed the door behind her and ran a bath of hot water. While the water was filling the tub Nanet reached into a draw grabbing a pair of sciorros. She neeled in front of her and began t cut away her clothes until she was maked and only wore the muzzle and handcuffs around her wrist.
 
Chelsea squeaked and protested diligently through her muzzled, a growing frustration at the device silencing her cries. A part of her amazed at the strength and dexterity of this.... girl who was handling her. Her muffled cries of protest intensifying as her clothing fell away, revealing her skin to the stranger, her small but perky round breasts, nipples standing at attention in the sudden cool air, her smooth silky legs, and round tight bottom, abs stretching and contracting as she struggled helplessly.

Without much difficulty the strange woman lifted her body and placed her in the warm, calming waters, some splashing out as she flailed uselessly, the water covering her bare skin and sending a relaxing chill through the captives skin. She could feel her cramped and stiff muscles star to relax and soften under the waters. Peering down the girl could see her tags floating in the water, and read the inscriptions of her name, and the title of Pet, along with Mistress Nanet engraved on a tag beside it.
 
Nanet pores some water over her head. She watched with eyes and touched the collar. Janet gasped reading the tags.

"Oh. That is what he meant." She said and frowned. Her hands dipped into the water grabbing hold if her ankle where the bite was. She washed away some of the dried blood and shook her head. "You won't be able to walk for a few days. So do not try and fight me " she said her tone even and acute.

Nanet continued to bathe the girl not speaking. She unplugged the water then helped her out of the tub. She troweled her off then removed the muzzle.
"What is your name?" She asked pulling her back into the room. Nandt walked over to a chest of drawers and pulled out a black thong for her to wear. She helped her into them her fingers tracing across her pussy and shook her head feeling the little bit of stuble. "I'll have to shave you." She said
 
Chelsea's face imedialty grew red and she tried to wiggle away from her touch, letting out a sharp cry of pain as weight was settled on her injured leg. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Y-you'll do no such thing!" she shreaked out embarrassed by her comment and trying to pull away, only succeeding in tripping over her injured leg and crashing down to the ground with a great thud. She whimpered and rolled over onto her back, to curl up in a tiny ball. "Why are you people doing this to me?! What the fuck did I do to you?!"
 
"You peeked his interest and that is all. Be glad you are in my care and not his. Now stand up and do not put weight on to your injured foot." She said pulling her to her feet once more. Nanaet bit her lip touching her hair and scrunched her nose at the color and how lip it was. "I'll do your hair as well" She then walked around Chelsea examining her. Her hands romaed over her body once again She was curious why this girl had sparked his interest. It was obvious she did not come from the same place Nanet had or even one similar.

"Have you had a mistress before?" She asked going to the bathroom and returned with the first aid kit. Nanet put Chelsea on to the bed and lifted her ankle being gentle so that she did not put her in more pain. She opened the kit grabbing and alcohol wipe. She then wiped the bite holding her ankle tightly for when she tried to jerk away it did not bother her. She wrapped her ankle with gauze and then a wrap to keep the swelling down. "In the morning I will put some ice on your ankle.
 
"Uh thanks though, but I think you and your master have done enough for me thanks." she half growled. "And you can kindly tell that ass that he can take his spark and go play in traffic." she muttered, when Nanet came back, growling lightly as she was handled again by the stranger and placed on the bed like she was a child. A sharp yelp blew out of her mouth as the woman cleaned her wound, unable to jerk her ankle away. "How about you just show me a phone, and I'll be on my way so my boyfriend can take care of me?" she muttered, eyes narrowing at her.
 
"It was not a question if you want your hair done. I don't like it!" She said placing the pin in place to keep the wrap from unraveling. She then looked up at her narrowing her eyes. They where cold and emotionless. The tone she carried shone bright in her eyes. "When I speak you listen and speak only when spoken to. You have no boyfriend. You'll have noting unless I say so. That's how it's going to be from now on!" She said standing her hands going to her hips and her ears perked up to show she was serious and had no problem with pushing her authority upon the girl.

"Your my pet. Pets are to listen to their mistress." She said a smirk crossing her lips. She turned and retrieved her muzzle and placed it back on Chelsea. She fasted it tightly so that no matter how hard she tried she wouldn't be able to take it off. "Much better. Until you learn to answer me properly you'll keep that on." She said with a nod.

Nanet gave a yawn and stretched her arms seeing it was two in the morning. "I'm going back to sleep." She smiled and pulled her off the bed and put her back into her cage locking the door. "Goodnight Pet." She said her tail swaying excitedly. Nanet had come to the realization that her Master gave her power over this girl. Complete power and she was going to enjoy it. At least until the girl had been broken.
 
Chelsea rattled around in her cage, screaming against the muzzle and yanking at her bindings. Her body slammed against the door hard, again and again, useless against the steal bars and the bolts locking it in place. She whined and cried and screamed into the gag for a long while, eventually collapsing on the floor of her cage, panting as she curled up into a tiny ball. Angry, humiliated, and exhausted the little pet soon passed out into an uneasy slumber, hopeing, praying this was all just a nightmare and tomorrow would find her awake in her own bed, safe and sound.

Sometime during the night Nanete's master slipped into the room without a sound, smiling at the sight of his pet asleep on her bed. His eyes drifted around the room, settling on the little blond in the corner, squeaky clean and naked, cuffed and locked securely in her cage. He glided over soundlessly, and knelt next to her, pulling a needle from his pocket and pricking the blond quickly in her rump, pushing the plunger down. Quickly Chelsea's eye's sprang open, before fluttering closed again without another ounce of knowledge about what was going on.

"Good girl." he whispered with a smirk, reaching his hand in and stroking her head softly. "Yes, I think you'll prove to be a wonderful addition to my brood little one." he chuckled lightly and stood up, making a note on a chart he carried of her dosage from the first round of treatments to prepare her body for his experiment.
 
Nanet woke a few hours after her master had left the room. She did her daily routine in cleaning and preparing breakfast for her master. After doing her daily chores she returned to her room with her own food. It was a sandwich and a small cup of soup. She figured she would give the soup to her pet if she was behaved.

Nanet placed the tray on her bed and folded her legs underneath her beginning to eat.
 
Chelsea's delicate nose sniffed the air at the addition of a pleasant new aroma, her stomach growled in response. Eyelids slid open, bright blue orbs seeing a world through bars once more. She let out a pitiful whimper and rolled over to her side. A low groaned followed, her body cramped and strangely sore again. She felt as if she'd fallen down and bruised her tailbone. The events of last night hit her like a train and she put her head back down on the floor of the cage with another sad moan.

Her tongue brushed back up against the hard leaver of her muzzle and she slowly lowered her head, a blush rising in her face at this treatment. She wasn't a damn mutt but as her tags jingling lightly she remembered she might as well have been - in this house at least. A blow to her pride the young girl wasn't accustomed to.

Chelsea took her foot and kicked against the cage bars, rattling them, trying to get Nanet's attention.
 
Nanet looked up from her food and over at cage. She smiled sliding off the bed and walked over to the cage sitting in front of it watching Chelsea.

"Stop kicking the cage. If you keep doing that I'll never let you out." She promised. "You look hungry." She said with a smile
 
Chelsea returned the felines playful attitude with a quick glare, eye rolling despite the condition she was in. A disgruntled "Hmph!" eeped out of her muzzled lips as she settled back against the cage wall. She tried to look away, but her stomach growled angrily, betraying her hunger.
 
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