Gracely's stance had faltered a bit when the shock tore through her body once again. She released a sharp cry through the fabric and staggered as the woman gripped her nipple and tugged hard enough to force Gracely to take a step forward in order to relieve some of that strain. A whimper was soon to follow as her body was buzzing from the shock. However, there was little time to wallow as the Mistress took stride without waiting for Gracely to recover. She staggered a bit, but by some miracle she managed to keep herself from falling and followed. A pang of irritation rang through her fogged mind at the repetitive tugging at her collar. She hated the damned thing.<br/><br/>Once out of the slave auction house, Gracely took a deep breath. The fresh air -not so fresh as smog was a large pollutant in the cities- was enough to clear her head slightly. Though, this was not necessarily a good thing, because some portion of shame returned and she just so happened to be entirely topless, as well as hardly covered below. Her thighs still glimmered with juices of her arousal -blame the damned vibrator- and the thong was darkened with said juices. Gracely swallowed hard and shot a glare at those who stared too long. She was so tempted to place her hands over her breasts, but fear of her Mistress' wrath was enough to keep her from doing such.<br/><br/>When they reached the station, Gracely's shame diminished a bit and was replaced by something of wonder when she realized that they would board. In her previous life, Gracely had never actually ridden a train before. Train stations, however, were prime territory for pick-pocketing in her early days as a thief. She left petty thievery such as that behind when her skills improved in her mid-teens. But she had never been on a train, finding that traveling was easier and cheaper on foot. She watched intently as one of the copper monsters rolled up and let a plume of steam rise from its stacks and fog the surrounding air. Jerked sharply on board, Gracely lifted her hand to rub her neck.<br/><br/>At last they were seated, or rather her Mistress was. Gracely's weary and now bright eyes shifted to look at the other passengers before she looked to her Mistress' cunt. With an inward sigh and a lowering of her eyes, Gracely leaned forward and pressed her face between her Mistress' legs without question. She was sure that she now had burns on her leg were the shackle was still fastened firmly.