Avabelle would moan, whimper and groan accordingly as her newly bought pet began to work on her once again though this time in a different way. After a little while her hands would vanish under her dress along with Gracely and found her hair. She gripped her hair tightly and used it to pull her more forcefully against her. The lady also began to grind against her slaves face covering her in more of the doll maker's juices. As often she was still soaked and definitely creating more fluid. She hoped the girl would give her a good ride. Every time Gracely slacked off, if she did, she'd get a strong hair pull, if she did it enough she'd get a slap. A couple of the passengers were watching with mild interest, public sex wasn't rare in Dystox so Avabelle didn't care. Eventually, towards the end of the ride she gave out another loud and wailing orgasm that made another mess on Gracely's face, this time though she could do nothing to swallow it. There was still around five minutes of the ride left and she kept her play thing under her dress for the duration. Once she'd gotten off she let Gracely rest against her thigh for a while rather than work.<br/><br/>There was a blow of a steam whistle and then a loud screech as the train pulled to a halt. Avabelle pushed the other out from her dress and signalled she should get up. “Come now, we have a bit of a walk” she giggled. Avabelle then led the way with the leash once more on to the platform. They were in the valley where most of the richest lived, a while away from the main city. There was a river running through the centre and plenty of trees every where. The walk took them over a large bridge that arched over the river and down several streets surrounded by relatively large houses. At the end of a rather long lane littered by trees a mansion that was bigger than any they'd passed so far was situated. It looked like it held at least twelve bedrooms and had various balconies, pools and statues. The name read “Poppyrow” and there was a large gold gate that required a key which she withdrew and opened. “Your new home” she explained. There was a rather large wooden crate in the middle of the garden that had been dropped in while Avabelle was away, it was held shut by several ropes and bands. She reached in to her bag and pulled out a small and rather blunt knife. She let go of Gracely's leash and pointed at the box. “Open it” she ordered before giving her the knife to do it.