(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>driving from Nice BAF office, to her Mistresses' home<br/><strong>With:</strong>Linda Tuchamba, Veronica Downing<br/><br/><br/>I stood by the car and watched as they dragged her back to us. I was displeased by this, very displeased. If it would have been left up to me, I would have tied her back up, and thrown the bitch in the water to drown. No one would care. She was a woman, she was a slave, we could do with her as we wished. no one would ask questions, no one would care enough to ask questions, not about this stupid, red headed cunt.<br/><br/>I felt my jaw clench and I had to take a moment as the van rocked and they put her back in, strapping her down in the car. My Mistress didn't want to have wasted any time or money on this cunt, which was why she was still alive. I wondered if she knew that, if she knew that the better she behaved, the better she'd be treated, and the more money she'd be worth. Didn't she want to fetch a high price? She obviously did not do well in her classes.<br/><br/>I climbed in when my Mistress did and considered telling her that she should have just killed her, and saved herself the trouble. But it wasn't my place to tell her how her business should be run. I felt my hand lift up, as if to reach out to her, and put a hand on her own in some sort of comfort. She seemed to tired. But my hand did not stray and instead went to the steering wheel. "Yes Captain." I responded back, a small smile on my face. She'd called me Sweet. Not Sexy Bitch, not sex slut, fuck slut, cunt licker, or anything else. Just sweet. It was, endearing. I don't know why but it was soft moments like those, when she was too tired or worn out to realize it, that I treasured the most. I'm not sure why, a slaves life does not include compassion, that is not given to my social class, but for the small moments like those, I sometimes wish that wasn't the case.<br/><br/>The smile was still on my face as I began to hum softly, I tried to relax my mistress more and put her at ease in her sleep. The drive from Nice to Cap-d'ail is a short one, this late at night it would usually take me about 20-30 minutes to get us there. Which is nice, because I have had to drive the D2204 and the D2564 during the day and during the times of high traffic, and it is not something I much enjoy. Even more fortunate, there were little to no other female drivers on the road with their masters, which meant that I didn't have to deal with terrible drivers.<br/><br/><br/>When I saw the turn off for our home I took it, taking care to slow down considerably, I didn't want to jostle my Mistress. She'd had enough to deal with for today, I didn't want to make her have to punish me when I can tell that she's already worn out and tired. I parked when I saw our home, and took a moment before I spoke gently to my Mistress. "Captain~" I whispered to her. "Captain we're home."