Thread: A Pet for a Pet [Black Moon Rose x 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. --- 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.