Thread: What happens on an Airship... (Sheena-Tiger x MessedupRp)

Sheena-Tiger said Eniola could hear the door behind her again. It had to be a rather heavy door, metal most likely and secured in some way. She had heard the door already a few times by now after she had been released from her crate, people coming in and going out, most of them had walked around behind her, without talking to her and she had known better than to ask. It was far to likely, one of them was free, compared to her, and talking to them without being asked was not a good thing, usually followed by some kind of punishment. This time though, she could hear the person slowly getting closer. Eniola herself, despite having nicely shaped long legs herself, was only about 5', roughly a head shorter than Mila. The red haired girl gulped, looking Mila up and down, feeling the fingers of that other, white haired, woman wandering on her skin. As trained she did not dare to look right into the eyes of her mistress, she just generally looked into the direction of the lower face, everything else once more was likely to end in punishment. Eniola could feel and barely hear the sound of the leash being clipped to her collar. The collar was quite simple, a mass production with not even decorative or even functional clockwork on it. What she wore since her enslavement was a simple band of steel, as used by most slavers. Being well enough trained, she stretched for a second after being freed but then dropped down to her hands and knees after she was sure everything was in order, no cramps or anything else. Yes mistress! she replied, ready to follow, despite the clear unwillingness in her eyes which as well resonated in her voice, but she was actually following her orders. Click to expand... Mila smirked, hearing the voice. She liked knowing the girl was unwilling now. She planned to make her into a proper listening slave soon enough. She led her through the airship's many rooms and chambers up to her private suite. Specifically, to her bedroom. Outfitted with state of the art unbreakable glass so that she could look out onto the city. She walked in and closed the door. Leaving her automaton guards outside. She took Eniola's hand and helped her to her feet When we are alone girl. You may stand and sit as you please unless told otherwise. You will call me miss, ma'am or mistress unless told otherwise. You will do exactly as I say when I say it, no questions asked unless I say otherwise. She didn't wait for a response but instead led her to a chair by the window. Overlooking the city she had been recently bought in, the city was brightly lit at night by lamps. She sat Eniola on her lap in the chair and motioned to the window you will never return here belonging to those slavers. Wretched people treating a delicate orchid such as yourself like that She unlocked Eniola's slave collar and locked a new one in place. Leather with small brass gears that turned and clicked softly as the locks were engaged, the inside was lined with fluffy fur and it was overall much more comfortable. Mila's hand ran down your shoulders from your neck much much prettier... A slave like you deserves to look pretty. To make everyone jealous that you are not theirs