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A Pet for a Pet [Black Moon Rose x Wolfy]

Wolfy

Wolfy

Supernova
Joined
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 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.

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Thunder rolled across the neighborhood as Jessica walked towards her targets home, taking long, cool strides as she tied her red curls back in a bun. She licked her lips in anticipation, pulling her jetblack coat closer around her lovely hourglass frame as she looked upon the home at the end of the street. It was late enough at night that most of the neighborhood at turned in, and she'd worked tirelessly to ensure that a few of the houses neighboring would be empty tonight, sending out mockup free dinners from a number of her shell companies and ownerships, providing a far easier time to get into the area unnoticed.

Silently she scaled the privacy fence and hopped into the backyard, ducking close to the house before creeping to the backdoor and picking the lock with little difficulty.

It wasn't long before she found herself at the door to the room Chelsea was in, smirking to herself as she leaned up against the frame, watching her newest acquisition doll herself up.

"Ready to meet your new owner princess?" She said with a laugh as Chelsea spun around and let out a startled scream. "Oh come now, don't be like that...." she cooed before rushing towards her and knocking her on her ass. She was on the fallen girl in a flash, pinning her arms down with her knees and holding a gloved hand over the poor girl's mouth to muffle her cries.

"Now, don't make this hard sweetie, I wouldn't want to give my pet damaged goods." she whispered, as she produced a syringe and jabbed her in the thigh. "Night, night princess." she sneered as Chelsae's terrified eyes and struggled slowed, before she finally passed out. "A lot of fight in you sweetie. My little one's going to have her hands full." she cooed, patting the unconscious blond before turning her over on her stomach and proceeding to bind her ankles and heels. She fitted a black leather muzzle over Chelsea's slumbering lips and locked a tight collar with her name across around her neck. A pair of dogtags dangled from it with Chelsea's name and property of her new mistress across them.

Hours latter Chelsea started wakening crammed inside a steel cage inside her new owners room, wrists and ankles bound tightly together with cuffs. Slowly at first her drugged body let out a moan as she struggled for control as her drug addled mind started to clear. It was nearly 3 am, and while it was dark outside still, her cage was kept covered by a thick black cloth.
 
Yasibell nodded after hearing her Mistress' instruction and curtsied, staying in the position until she left to go to bed. Her face split into an excited smile and started towards her room, her clothing whisking as she walked. She was in a simple outfit for the night, more play clothing than her normal uniform. A black lace bra and matching panties hid her unmentionables, and a black, see though top covered her elbows and down to her belly button. A silver collar was around her neck, with her name imprinted on the metal. She sighed softly as she ascended the stairs to her room, unlocking the door and letting herself in. She was uncertain of what her gift would be, but she knew her mistress had worked long and hard to get it. Her head cocked to the side as she saw the fairly large cage in her room, covered in a black silk cover. "What is this...." She whispered and ghosted over to it, taking the letter that was on top and read it.

Dear Yas,
For your loyalty and care for my body and mind, I hereby present to you your own little outlet. She took me awhile to acquire, and I hope you will treat her well but also keep her in her place. She is a fiery girl, so don't be afraid to crack down on her.
Love and Kiss,
Jessica

She giggled at the letter and tossed it onto her bed, getting to her knees easily and pulled the cover off, exposing the near naked girl in the container. "Well, hello there..." She saw the collar and tried the name out, "Chelsea."
 
Chelsea blinked uncomfortably at the sudden brightness invading her vision. She let out an undignified squeal and kicked out against her cage bars with a moan. She lay crammed inside the tiny steel box, dressed only in the black heels, white thigh-highs and matching thong and bra, her sexy little outfit tossed over a chair in the corner. Her head was throbbing from the after effect of the drugs, and even her still foggy mind knew enough to feel venerable and scared in her current position. "Mmph mmphh!" she yelled again kicking the bars once more, with far more anger behind it. A jolt of pain ran up her body as she tried to cry out in pain.
 
She shook her head and sighed, this was going to be a lot of hard work and dedication. She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest and waited for the girl's temper tantrum to subside before she said anything else. "If you wish to be free, then you better know your current situation." She paused, letting the girl calm down and listen to her, and smiled as sweetly as she could. "You have been....acquired by my mistress to serve as an additional servant. I will be your new boss, though you will still do anything and everything that my mistress says to you. You will listen to me and do what I say, got it?" She waited for a response, circling around the cage, her feet daintily ghosting over the carpet.
 
Chelsea narrowed her eyes, confused and gurgled a response though her tight muzzle. Her eyes never left the strange woman's face until she started circling the cage. A blush rose up in Chelsea's cheeks as she realized her skirt had rode up to her waist in her struggles, exposing her bare bottom covered only in a white tong to Yasibell's eager eyes. With much effort she squirmed and umphed herself around in the cramped cage, turning herself to face the woman once more. Another stream of mmphs and cries escaped out of the tight muzzle locked around her face as she wiggled her bound wrists and ankles, demanding to be let free.
 
She reached through the cage and pulled the gag off, and pulled her hand out so the girl couldn't bite her. "So, what do you say? Will you listen to me and be mine without complaint? If you don't...well....I have been instructed to show you who is boss." She smiled again and moved over to a chest, opening it and popping out a long, black whip. She cracked it expertly and walked back over, eyeing her present. "What say you?"
 
Chelsea glared up at this strange woman, anger coursing through her tiny frame. "What did you just ask me to do princess?" she spat out, shaking in her cage. "Look I don't know what kind of fucking joke you're putting on but whatever friend of mine put you up to this, if you let me go right now I'll wait till after I kick their asses before coming back for you!" she fumed.

(so yeah I sent the one before in via my phone, I forgot she was just in her undies, whoops, she's definitely just in bra/thong/thigh-highs)
 
She shook her head, knowing her work was going to be a pain to bring the girl into line. She did like the passion though...definitely a nice turn on. She expertly flicked the whip, cracking it inches from the girl's face, causing her to yelp and fall back onto her ass. "I said, you will be my and my mistress' bitch. Do you fucking get that you skank or do I need to beat it into your ass." She yelled back at the girl, her eyes blazing with her own passions. She liked the idea of no longer being the bottom girl...that there was someone below even her. This girl was going to learn to be below her and like it.
 
Chelsea fell back on her bum with a thud, eyes wide in shock at Yasibell's harsh words. No one had ever spoken to her like that before.
Her eyes darted around the room, (errr...I don't know what type of room Yasibell has yet...) taking it in quickly. Where was she? Who's place was this? How'd she end up here anyway? She struggled to remember what happened, she knew she was preparing for a party, and she'd been home... but.... beyond that she didn't have a clue. Chelsea felt her blush fade as her shock faded, replaced by her fiery temper again. "I'm not a skank and I'm no ones bitch you fucking whore!" she raged back, glaring daggers at Yas.
 
Huh....she thought that her words would work. Well, I guess she would need to think of something else. Her eyes looked around her room for some inspiration. It was a semi-small room, about 30 x 30 feet all together. Her bed was located in this room, a simple affair of red sheets and white pillows, the letter flung onto the middle of the covers. Her chest of "toys" were located at the foot of the bed. On the left side of the room was her vanity and dressers, a red stool in front of the vanity. On the right was a balcony that gave a view across the forest outside, the current weather of rain and night obscured most of what was outside. She tapped her lips lightly, making a slight pout, and shrugged. "You will be, or you will be broken completely, simple as that. I want to be your friend, I really do, but at your current rate you will just be made into a cumdump for my mistress' guests."
 
Cheslea glared hard at the girl before her. "Friend hun? Funny way of showing it." she spat, squirming around in her cage and slamming herself against the door before falling to against the floor again with a groan. Her feet pushed hard against the back of the cage, desperately trying to break the lock and free herself. After a few minuets of intense struggling and grunting she fell back against the floor, panting before letting out an aggravated scream. "I am not a fucking mutt!" Little did the poor girl realize how true those words could be applied to her if her captors wanted.
 
"You won't be treated as a mutt, you stupid girl. This is my room, does it look like a cage to you? You will be treated like a princess, and the only thing that is required is a little work now and then. Of course, there will be the occasional sexual release as well." She sighed and sat down next to the cage, cupping her chin in my palm and kept looking at the girl. "You can stay in there all night, I can go sleep in the living room comfortably. The sooner you promise not to hurt me or try to escape, the better."
 
Chelsea felt her face flush with heat and pulled her chin away quickly.
"No but it looks like I'm in a freaking cage now doesn't it, and who the fuck was the one in the muzzle a few moments ago? Next you'll want me to wear a collar and tags!" she muttered, becoming more and more frustrated by this woman and opting to ignore the sexual release part of her statement for now.
(Hrmmmm try to escape she says.... that might be interesting :3)
 
"Actually, you wouldn't be wearing tags, your name is on your collar." She motions to her collar and taps the silver etched metal. "This will be much better than your old life, trust me." She shrugged, "If I can't convince you, I will just have my mistress change your mind in the morning. What I am doing here is humane when considering what she would do to you." She stood up and walked to her door, locking it, and to the balcony door, locking it as well. She pocketed the key in her bra, and went over to the cage, unlocking it with the correct combination on the lock. She threw the door open and sat on her bed. "Just try it, for a day."
 
Chelsea looked taken aback at the woman's casual nature about this whole ordeal. Like it was just a matter f fact that Chelsea was hers now.
"I'm not 'just trying' anything for a day." Chelsea shouted, wasting no time in scrambling out of the cage and running for the door, twisting and turning at the knob frantically before resorting to banging and screaming on the unrelenting wood. A few moments passed of Chelsea's outburst before the door flew open, knocking the poor girl back on her ass as an enraged Jessica barged into the room, glaring daggers at the poor girl on the floor.

"Already having trouble with your mutt Yasibell?" she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest, obviously annoyed at Chelsea's outburst.
 
She stood at once and bowed to her mistress, before straightening and nodding. "She is a bit tougher of will than I was expecting. I threatened but...you know me, I am a bit too soft." She smiled and moved over to them, reaching down and hauling the girl up by her neck. "She didn't believe me that you would break her." She shrugged, "I warned her."
 
Before Chelsea could realize fully what was going on, the woman had crossed the room and backhanded her hard across the face, without giving her a moment to recover she'd nestled a large blue ballgag behind her teeth and secured it round her head with a padlock. "Mmghgff!" she let out surprised, her mouth forced open as far as it would go by the cruel gag.

"Maybe a day worth of drooling will help the mutt learn her place." she said with a sneer, easily forcing Chelsea's arms behind her back and tieing them together between her shoulderblades. Chelsea moaned in pain and fumbled in the stronger woman's grasp. Yasibell, go grab a proper tail for this mutt, I'm sure she'd like to have something shoved up her rear for a while." she grinned, noting how the color drained from Chelsea's face at her words.
 
She nodded and skipped to her chest of toys, rummaging around in it for a moment before bulling out a long cat tail with a string of beads to secure it in place. She came over to her mistress and helped yank the girls thong down, and then rammed the beads up her ass. She smiled as the new girl wiggled around wildly under their grip, and whispered in the girl's ear, "I told you."
 
Chelsea's poor face was burning red more from utter humiliation or a stinging slap she couldn't tell.
As the beaded toy was forced up her tight virgin ass she let out another gurggled scream, tears threatening to fall.

"Such a tight hole... well fix that mutt." the cruel woman let out a laugh. "It's all about putting them in their place my pet. If she didn't deserve to be treated like a mutt, she wouldn't be in this position. but don't worry, she'll thank you for it eventually. Once you've gotten this beauty trained." she turned back to Chealseas silently sobbing state. "Now mutt for acting like a brat you get to sleep outside by the shed. Leash her outback dear and make sure she can't get free. It'll be your hide if she ever escapes." she warned, giving Yas a long look. "I'll expect you in my chambers afterwords, and you should be ready to collect her and wash her down with a basin and hose tomorrow. She'll stink after a night out, even if she gets caught in the rain." With that she gave het pet a long kiss and left her alonr with Chelsea.
 
She nodded and smiled at her mistress, before hooking a leash to the new girl's collar and tugged on it. Making her walk on all fours, she made her way down to the first floor and pulled an umbrella out of the holder next to the door. Opening it, she stepped outside, covering herself from the rain while the mut got soaked quickly. She walked over to the dog house and tied her leash to a post right outside of it. "Learn to obey orders, and this won't happen." Was all she said, before leaving her there and going back inside. She shook off the umbrella before walking inside and placed it back into the holder. She shook herself off, and smiled, heading up to the mistress' chambers, basically skipping with expectations.
 
Tears finally started to fall down Chelsae's face as she gazed up at the dark foreboding mansion, her prison. She sobbed freely now, alone with her thoughts, although one couldn't distinguish her tears from the now pouring rain. Matted curls clung to her face in a sopping mess. Her ass still throbed with the girth of the sextoy wedge firmly inside her, glancing back she could see the faint outline of the tail against her skin, knees hurt from crawling around and her arms ached from being wedged up behind her shoulder-blades and bound.

The poor girl could barely believe what had happened to her in such a short time. Bruised, sore, humiliated, muddy, shivering, and having taken one to many hits to her pride tonight, she finally curled up in as small of a ball as she could, and with the scent of hay and rainwater in her nostrils her exhausted mind fell asleep.
 
After a furious night of lovemaking, leaving a bruise or two across her pale flesh, Yasibell knelt over the sleeping girl and gently tapped her nose. "Wakey wakey there." She said sweetly, and kissed the top of the girl's head. "Now, to stay out of the dog house, you will listen to me and obey my commands. Do you understand me?" She hauled the waking girl out and got a bucket of hot water, dumping it over the girl's head to clean her.
 
Chelsea coughed and sputtered, murmuring a gagged reply as her head snapped up, momentarily disoriented. "Mmphhh!" she screamed, scared and confused as to what was going on. Laying on her back in the soaking wet grass, the poor girl was left just gazing up into the now clear blue sky breathing heavily and all too soon, memories of last night rushed back in a flood. A gurgled, pathetic whimper fell from her lips at the realization that the entire thing hadn't been just a horrible nightmare.

As shock and dismay passed, she started registering the aching pain of her stiff, bound writs, the soreness of her poor mouth, stretched open wide all night by the cruel ballgag. Her back and legs sore and cramped, it seemed no part of her soaking wet body had been saved from from this mornings stiffness. She lay on her back in the grass, squirming until l her eyes fell upon Yasibell and she let out a soft, sad whimper.
 
She crouched down and pulled off her ball gag, and untied her bonds letting her sprawl out in the grass. Sitting down next to her, making sure her skirt didn't get ruffled, she gently ran her hand over the girl's back. "Just relax, tonight you can sleep in my room, as long as you don't pull another stupid mistake like you did last night. "
 
"I want to sleep in my own bed!" Chelsea whimpered sadly, flinching at this woman's touch. "How long do you think you can keep me here like this anyway?" Her parents would be home eventually. They'd call the cops. But... Chelsea suddenly realized she had no idea where she was... at all. Or even what day it was, or how long she'd been knocked out. What day was it? What state was she in? What country? "You and... and... that.... woman...." Chelsea hissed. "You can't do this to me."
 
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