<br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NatalyaAvatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Nataliya Kobevko</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the 'trunk'<br/><strong>With:</strong>'Captain', Veronica Downing<br/><hr/><br/>I felt my Mistress tense around my head and knew that this meeting wasn't going the way that she'd wanted it to. Which was a shame, I liked getting a good fuck when my Mistress was pleased. I continued to lick and please her, letting out little breathy noises as if I too wanted some form of release even if I'd already gotten it. But then I felt her thighs shift, damn what had that man said to her? I was pushed away and I did my best to fall and make myself seem hurt and vulnerable, though as soon as her attention shifted I was up on my feet to help Mistress in what ever way she needed me to. Had that slave just tried to lunge at a slave salesman? WHAT AN IDIOT! I almost wanted to laugh at her, but I was more then certain that would get me a good beating if I did. Captain might take it the wrong way and thing that I was laughing at her, and at the hard time she was having at selling this stupid bitch off.<br/><br/>Really did a bullet cost that much?<br/><br/>I watched the Bitch start to sob, I was surprised when Mistress stopped herself from kicking her, then again, Mistress knew a few broken ribs could make quite a difference in price. Not every slave owner liked to hear their property screaming in pain while they were fucked. At least, that's what I'd been taught. As of right now, I'd yet to meet one that didn't enjoy it.<br/><br/>I followed my Mistresses orders and pushed and shoved the stupid slut into the back and into her cage. She looked at my Pathetically and all I could manage was to give her a cold grin. This is what she got for thinking she was better then me. She wasn't better then me. I was the better one. I was the trained one, the one worth more then she could ever hope to be. I was suddenly angry and I thought about kicking her cage to rattle her a bit. But Mistress wouldn't like that so I quickly forgot about it.<br/><br/>I closed the little gate as I sat in the back with her. When she spoke I sat up excitedly, waiting for Mistress to give me permission to punish her, joy clear in my eyes. But she didn't. At least she used me as a threat, that was always fun. I let my smirk turn into a sneer as we continued to ride and listen to Mistress talk.<br/><br/>I chuckled when my Mistress called the BAF a bunch of pussies, compared to her, yeah, they were. I could attest to that. After a while of driving we made it back to Mistresses home and I climbed out of the car ready to drag out the stupid cunt by her stupid red hair but Mistress told me to leave her which I did. With pleasure in fact.<br/><br/>I watched Mistress playing with her phone and wondered if she'd gotten a lead as to where she could unload our little problem. From the smile on her face I'd say yes she had.