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

Oh that sounds delicious Chelsea screamed after Isabella. Even after she heard the door shut, and her walk away she screamed, and screamed and screamed until her voice was horse. Panting she let her head fall a back against the bed with a thud, eyes closing. Suddenly she felt her binds release, freeing her sore limbs. Painfully she pulled her stiff arms and legs into her, curling up on the bed in a ball as she tried to massage some feeling back into her extremities, get the circulation going again. After a few moments she looked around the room she was in, catching sight of herself in a mirror. She blushed. God what was she thinking wearing an outfit like this. She tried to adjust the short skirt and pull it down a bit to no avail. Pushing herself off the bed the little blond made her way to a closet. Maybe she could find something less vulnerable to wear. Opening the double doors Chelsea let out a gasp, her gaze falling upon a closet stocked full of clothing. All of it an assortment of sexy or kinky outfits. Chelsea saw a french maid get up right away, complete with feather-duster, tight leather skirts, and some sort of leather top that would be lucky to cover Chelsea's breasts, even if they were on the smalls side. Upon closer inspection, a chill ran down Chelsea's spine. Outfit after outfit, from the bra's, to the tight leather pants, to the panties, thongs, heels, everything, exactly her size. Oh god. This was planned. Her being brought here. Far in advance it looked like. Her heart lept in her chest as she eyed an assortment of tight looking corsets. Quickly she shut the door, leaning her back up against it and breathing heavily. She ran to the windows and yanked open the curtains and was shocked again. Three stories up at least, but what shocked her most was the amount of snow on the ground, and what looked like miles of deserted land. This house alone was huge she realized, absolutely gigantic. She threw her fist against the glass only to pull it back throbbing. Running and picking up a metal statue, she slammed it against the glass. It bounced off and back into her hand with barely a mark on the surface. Was this a house or a prison? Chelsea turned around and slumped up against the glass moaning unhappily. Ugggh! she shouted pushing herself off the glass and folding her arms across her chest. Who ARE these people anyway? She thought feeling her heart sink a little. After a moment of distress, Chelsea leaped to the door and nearly squealed when it turned under her hand. Dashing out into the hall way she spotted someone down the hall who barely seemed to register her presence for now. She crept down the hallway trying to act normal. Well as normal as she could in this situation anyway. The man glanced at her, sending shivers down her spin at how vulnerable she was dressed like this and at these peoples mercy, but the guy didn't blink an eye at her, didn't look her up and down, just a simple light not in her direction before turning back towards the hallway. That was defently a response the girl wasn't used to or expected, especially how she was dressed now or after her run in with that girl.