Countless miles above the mall, Warhorse rose through earth's upper atmosphere, her mouth tightly set in a frown, her cheeks reddening with irritation. To be called back so soon was bad enough, but worse still was what she knew awaited her. The forboding silhouette of her master's command vessel grew rapidly closer as she sped towards her waiting humiliation. She flew at top speed, knowing that delay would only make matters worse.<br/><br/>Landing gracefully on the ship, she found two handlers waiting for her there. She made no moves to resist as they approached, but one of them threw a small restraining loop around her just in case. With a casual gruffness normally associated with handling animals, her arms were roughly fastened tightly to her harness behind her, and a leather bit was shoved into her mouth and fastened to her head. The restraining loop was released as she was led by her reigns into the ship's stable to be prepared. Her handlers walked her down to the cleansing stall, a sterile white room with tiny drain holes in the floor and a large restraining rack in the center. Nozzles for various hoses extended from the walls. Her arm restraints and harness were removed roughly as she was locked into the restraints, now completely nude. With a bored, disinterested look, the two female attendants turned the hoses on her, spraying her down with cold water and washing the sweat and other fluids from her skin before lathering her down with sponges and shampooing her hair. While some would find it luxurious to be bathed by servants, Xeela knew that these were not her servants. She was being bathed like a common beast, at the command of her master, and she hated every second of it. After another cool rinse to wash away the lather, she was left alone for a few minutes, silentl seething at her humiliating treatment. Another attendant entered to dry her off, his hands lingering briefly around her breasts as he sponged away the moisture from her skin. He left abruptly, returning a few moments later with a fresh harness and two more attendants, much larger this time, who held her in place as they locked her back into her harness, boots, and bit.<br/><br/>Her preparations finally over, she was led to the chariot room and lashed to Omaru's finest chariot and left to wait for his arrival. It seemed like she was there forever, bound to this humiliating service, watching as stable boys and guards peeked at her degrading harness and laughed amongst themselves. Finally, Sub-Commander Omaru entered the room accompanied by his favorite consort, who favored Warhorse with a spiteful grin as she entered the chariot beside Omaru. Grabbing the reins, he snapped them dismissively. "Hyah! Onward to the Excellency's vessel! She would have words with her greatest servant! Make haste!" he commanded, the bay doors opening for Warhorse to speed through space once more, bearing the dread chariot of Omaru through the inky vacuum.