(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>Behind the emperium<br/><strong>With:</strong>Linda Tuchamba, Veronica Downing<br/><br/>I knew what was going to happen once I'd cum, after I'd smeared her face in it, I stumbled back to take a few deep breaths and make sure my legs didn't go all rubbery on me. I leaned against the wall, my breathing heavy and smiled as I watched my Mistress come back with the gear for the stupid little slut, I was especially pleased to note that she wouldn't be able to wipe my cum off of her face.<br/><br/>I stepped off of the wall, moving forward as my Mistress got her into position, she didn't need much help with all of this, but I would step in if she looked like she did. For things like this, I didn't need to wait for a verbal command, she'd probably beat my until I couldn't walk the next morning if I actually<em>waited</em>for her to say something.<br/><br/>But as my Mistress bared the tazer I took a step back, I enjoyed being hit with it every once in a while, for purely sexual purposes of course, but I would hate to be accidentally electrified becuase I was touching the red headed cunt. I watched the girl jolt when it hit her, oh~ lucky duck. She'd been hit with the low setting. I listened to the noises she made and shook my head, if she thought that was bad, wait until she got hit up with an injection of V.<br/><br/>I did as I was told and lifted her up, letting her lean against me. I considered the option of playing with her a bit, but decided that Mistress probably wouldn't like that. So instead I just waited like the good fuck slut I was.<br/><br/>When the door opened and the man came out, I stepped back a bit, I put a bit of pressure on the red headed cunts shoulder. Letting her know that she should really consider kneeling. I moved away from her, to let the girl move to her knees. I had no pity for her as I watched how she was dealt with. We'd all gone through something similar, and this wasn't half as bad as the standard process of getting your market value.<br/><br/>When he called for the other slave, my face fell and I took in a quiet breath. I felt bad for these girls, for the girls that would probably never make it out of the BAF program, or be sold off to a home. I looked over her skin and had to close my eyes. She had a fair amount of damage, and it seemed to me like that was all some form of self harm. I didn't often find my self feeling pity for other slaves that were in worse off places then I was. Better them then me after all. But for the ugly ones (And believe me there were just as many ugly ones as there were pretty ones), they were almost always guaranteed a worse off place then the rest of us. I could still remember in school the way the teachers would tell us to pity these girls, becuase they will never be able to hope for anything other then a place to sleep at night, if they were even given that much. Her eyes met mine for a moment before quickly looking away from me. Poor number seven, she couldn't even be afforded a normal name like fuck slut or cunt licker. I shook my head for a moment that the girl would never have a master and watched her walk back inside.<br/><br/>But my thoughts were soon on other things when my Mistress called me over to her. I knelt before her and waited for her to sit in front of me, when she did I moved in with gusto. With my hands behind my back I licked and kissed my way from the outer portion of her right thigh towards her heavenly tasting pussy lips. I enjoyed the taste of others sex's against my tongue. In school when I'd started learning to pleasure others, I held my first girl down and continued eating her out even after she'd cum and our teachers had instructed me to let her go. They had to physically remove me from her in order to make me stop. I just enjoyed the feel of a woman's thighs around my head, or a mans hands wrapped tight in my hair as he face fucked me.<br/><br/>I was vaguely aware of a man's voice as the door opened again, someone was talking to my Mistress. I didn't stop though, nor did I let up in my assault as I ran my tongue from ass to clit, pressing my tongue in along her slit as I passed over it. I loved the smell of her sex, and the fact that someone else was watching this made it even more fun!