(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>from her Mistresses' home into Monaco and towards the backdoor of the Emperium<br/><strong>With:</strong>Linda Tuchamba, Veronica Downing<br/><br/>I will admit, sometimes my Mistress catches me off guard, when she kissed me as soon as I woke her up, that was one of those times. I let out a muffled little squeal and giggled to her, returning the kiss for as long as she would allow it. When she pulled away I nodded to her. "Yes Captain." I smiled and waited for her to leave the van before grabbing the cattle prod. I turned it on and pressed it against the metal of the van, waiting for the sign that it was on.<br/><br/>The cattle prod (http://demo.physics.uiuc.edu/lectdemo/descript/251/PIC00026b.jpg) was my favorite toy that my Mistress allowed me to use on some of our stupid sluts. This girl was definitely one of them. I stayed on the ground and stared at the bitch that had spat at my Mistress, and attempted to hurt my Mistress. I gave her a deep dark look, one that showed how unconcerned I was with her well fare, I reached the prod in and zapped her, sticking it against her skin for a good 10 seconds. I'd made sure it was on its lowest setting, so as not to cause any unseemly burns where the metal of the chains touched her body. The cunt was shocked to be sure, and outraged looking, but she would be over the pain in a moment, I knew from experience. I climbed in and held out the prod, letting her know that if she tried anything, she would get shocked again. I undid her bindings and grabbed a hold of her hair, tugging harshly, attempting to drag her forcefully out of the kangoo. She followed willingly. A shame considering I wanted a reason to throw her against the concrete wall.<br/><br/>I sneered at her and spat at her face before I walked out of the garage and into the house, joining my Mistress happily. I snuggled against her and slept until my body woke me up, which seemed to be a few hours before my Mistress wanted to wake up. I laid there in the bed next to her. Waiting for the signal that it was time for me to start our day.  I picked out her clothes for the day, and then we showered, washing all of last nights escapades off of our bodies.<br/><br/>I didn't take any time to worry about clothing myself. I was a slave, what good are clothes when your owner has bought you specifically to enjoy your nakedness? Once breakfast had been finished we got the red headed cunt and threw her into the cage. She was much less compliant this time and I took more than a small amount of joy in roughing her up.<br/><br/>When my Mistress gave me that look I knew what it meant. I hoisted myself up and into the back and took on the perfect posture that would be expected of a Slave of my quality. Even as the car began to move I somehow managed to seem as if I was not affected by the bumps in the road. And even when the wind whipped at my hair, I made myself look as if I was just caught in a breeze.<br/><br/>I looked over at the slut when she made a comment about me not being worth more then she was. "Нет. You are wrong." I told her, my accent thick. "You, are one in cage. I, am not. I am worth much more then you will ever be. Slut." I spat the last word at her, my face changing into a stern look. One that my teachers would often wear when dealing with my class.<br/><br/>We sped on and finally stopped. My Mistress came to let me down and I smiled, sliding out easily. My Mistress gave her the options, truth be told I'd hoped that she would pick the second option as well, and as far as I was concerned, when she had the nerve to spit at MY Mistress yet again, she'd picked option number two. I reached in and grabbed her by her thick red hair, pulling her out forcefully and making sure that she was below me. She didn't struggle, which was probably a good thing. I held out the collar and made her look at it before snapping it onto her neck.<br/><br/>Her fate was sealed. She was one of us now. A fuck toy to be dealt with as someone else saw fit. I should have felt sorry for her. Too bad I really thought that she deserved much worse.