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

[Sheena-Tiger]

For Eniola it was not of much importance what day or time it was. She could only guess how much time had passed since she had been captured, 2 months maybe? Or was it more like 5? She had tried to keep up with the passage of time but if you are kept in tightly locked places without a window it gets quite hard and at some point she just gave up.

A few days ago, at least that timespan was known to Eniola, she had finally been sold. She did as well know, that her price had not been very high. Most slaves were sold for at least 10 times the sum, but they had been trained for a much longer time and far better than herself, but the buyer had been insistent. Now the young woman looked around herself, right after a blindfold had been removed by someone that looked like a maid, if not for the collar around her neck.

The red haired young woman blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light from gaslamps all around her. She was not sure what kind of place this was, she had been brought here in a big box and the moment she had been freed, she had been pulled onto her feet and secured to whatever it was she was standing at. From her experience she would say, her arms and legs were secured to wooden beams propped up in the shape of a X while she herself was naked, unlike the blonde maid who just left the room through a door behind her.

Eyes wandered around, Eniola could not make all that much sense out of what she saw. From her point of view, she could see some windows, round ones like she had seen in her hometown on some ships, but she could not see any water but instead clouds and stars. It had to be night and they had to be quite high, like on an airship. Eniola gulped. Being on an airship meant, there was no way to get away, a thought that had mostly been trained out of her but that still popped up every now and then, but she did not plan to die, which included falling from an airship.

 

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For Eniola it was not of much importance what day or time it was. She could only guess how much time had passed since she had been captured, 2 months maybe? Or was it more like 5? She had tried to keep up with the passage of time but if you are kept in tightly locked places without a window it gets quite hard and at some point she just gave up.

A few days ago, at least that timespan was known to Eniola, she had finally been sold. She did as well know, that her price had not been very high. Most slaves were sold for at least 10 times the sum, but they had been trained for a much longer time and far better than herself, but the buyer had been insistent. Now the young woman looked around herself, right after a blindfold had been removed by someone that looked like a maid, if not for the collar around her neck.

The red haired young woman blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light from gaslamps all around her. She was not sure what kind of place this was, she had been brought here in a big box and the moment she had been freed, she had been pulled onto her feet and secured to whatever it was she was standing at. From her experience she would say, her arms and legs were secured to wooden beams propped up in the shape of a X while she herself was naked, unlike the blonde maid who just left the room through a door behind her.

Eyes wandered around, Eniola could not make all that much sense out of what she saw. From her point of view, she could see some windows, round ones like she had seen in her hometown on some ships, but she could not see any water but instead clouds and stars. It had to be night and they had to be quite high, like on an airship. Eniola gulped. Being on an airship meant, there was no way to get away, a thought that had mostly been trained out of her but that still popped up every now and then, but she did not plan to die, which included falling from an airship.

Mila walked slowly and gracefully through her giant zeppelin-style airship. It was a magnificent craft, fitting for her, at least in her mind it was.

She walked her way down to the storage chamber where her slave was being kept. With a few taps of the button on one of the many control panels. Gaslamps in the ship were replaced with her own, specially designed electric lights. These kept there from being a possibility for the ship to explode. She smiled as she entered. The room

Looking her new slave over, letting her hand trail down her thigh. She smiled. Wondering what the slave was thinking of her. She was of decent size, 5'11" she had long white hair that was currently pulled into a neat bun at the nape of her neck while two teldrisl of curly hair trailed down the sides of her head. Framing her pale skin and her elegant face.

She had feminine features with pronounced cheek and collar bones. Her body was fit and toned, her ass plump and firm and her breasts not overly large but also shapely. She had long luscious legs, most of which were shown off by her skirt. On her head pearched a bowler hat with her goggles wrapped around.

She reached up and stroked her slave's cheek "mm you will be fun" she slowly clipped the leash to the slave's collar and unlocked her shackles. Letting her get down "come along pet. You will crawl behind your new mistress" she smirked at the word mistress. Her new life was one she looked forward to.

 

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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.

 

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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.

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"

 

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The young woman followed to the best of her ability. Crawling was not that easy as it might look like but Mila was not walking to fast and the floor was, for most of the way, even covered with carpet, once they had left the lower deck of the airship with its storage rooms and all the other less glorious things needed to maintain an airship. At the same time Mila showed Eniola through the whole ship, showing her how big it was and all the wonders Eniola could glimpse at. There was not that much she could see from her rather low position, mostly feet and legs, the carpet, doors and pipes. All of that was not very exciting and she wondered a little bit how the people might think about her, all those people whose shoes and legs she saw.

When she finally was allowed to stand again Eniola was stunned with the room around her. It was ... a bedroom. Not just any bedroom but likely her owners bedroom, filled with expensive furniture and decorated so nicely, making Eniola wonder why Mila might have stuck to such a cheap slave like her instead of buying one fitting her purse. Of course, the redhead, whose long hair was almost reaching the floor while she had crawled, had no clue what her mistress might have planed for her.

Hearing that her mistress allowed her to stand while they were in private was quite reassuring and sparking a little bit of hope within her. Her trainers sometimes had have quite the rough methods sometimes, of course all well established so the 'goods' never were damaged, but this rule was something else. Eniola wondered a bit why Mila would tell her to ask questions, but she simply nodded to everything. Just stay quiet and do as told, should not be that hard, but the words almost sounded as if the ship might never land, which would make an escape rather hard. Keeping up with being good, avoiding punishment, she had followed Mila to the chair and sat down in her mistress' lap.

Feeling the heavy slaver collar being taken off was a good thing and she immediately reached up, rubbing the slightly chafed skin, something hard to avoid without a soft lining on the inside, but lowered her hands fast. She had only seen the feet of the automatons, but they might be a rare sight but easy to recognize, running away was no option, even without collar. When the new collar was lifted up, Eniola lifted her head, tilting it ever so slightly, making it more easy for Mila to place the collar properly and instantly lowered her head again, with sadness in her eyes while she looked down to the lights of the city. The redhead shuddered, feeling not just the more snugly sitting collar but the gentle fingers on her skin as well. An ever so slight blush crept up on her cheeks upon being called pretty and that people should be jealous, but she kept her silence up, she had only been allowed to stand, not talk, when alone with her mistress.

 

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Mila kissed her neck and loosened her collar so it was comfortable but not loose enough she could escape. She pulled the girl aside and looked at her.

"Dear, please relax. You will be very comfortable here so long as you are obedient and do as I say. My sexual desires are rather unorthodox but you will become accustomed to it or maybe even grow to enjoy it. Regardless, I have big plans for you dear, my sweet little thing."

She holds her close and gently picks her up bridal style "it's late. Time for us to go to bed" she carried her and layed her down gently on the bed. She took white lace lingerie from her closet and slowly dressed Eniola, speaking as she worked, "We will be going to the port of Ceruss for a business deal I'll be doing. You and I will be staying in my home down there"

After Eniola was dressed, Mila stripped down to her own pace underwear and climbed into bed next to her. She smiled and pulled her close. Cuddling her "mm now. You will also be allowed to speak freely while alone with me, of course unless told otherwise. Bow how about you tell me your name dear"

 

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Eniola shivered, she could feel the warm and soft lips on her skin and how the gears moved, loosening the collar just a little bit and letting it sit just a tiny bit more comfortable around her neck. It all worked well on her, she relaxed, mostly with the kiss on her neck.

The red haired young woman leaned into Mila as her mistress pulled her in and suddenly shrieked, wrapping her arms around the white haired woman as the other suddenly stood up and carried her the short distance to the bed. It was quite unexpected and she did not really understand at the moment what was happening, but calmed down.

Ceruss, she had heard about that city several times. It was said to be a big city, filled with the newest inventions, most lamps on the streets even working without any gas, it was said while big automatons guarded the walls, some even 2 stories tall. A city full of wonders and she would be able to see them... well, maybe, depending on the exact plans her mistress had.

Of course, even with that hint of excitement, after all one might have a more easy time to flee in such a big city, she just laid there on the bed, it was rather comfortable compared with some straw in a cold cell, and watched Mila picking pieces of clothes. Knowing it would be for her own good, she helped Mila with dressing her, there was not much sense in making it hard for her mistress. Lifting the arm, lifting a leg or turning around. A happy mistress was a mistress that did not dish out punishments but maybe even rewarded her.

Despite being trained for long enough, Eniola felt a little bit awkward when Mila pulled her in and cuddled her. The redhead felt a bit awkward but at the same time it was good. Her mistress was warm and... soft... and smelled quite nice. It did not took long and Eniola leaned into her mistress and almost purred. "The slavers gave me the name Eniola.", she answered, giving the trained answer which would not hurt her mostly mentally, thanks to all the training. A slave had to answer to the name that was given her, if she was given any at all.

 

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Mila smiled and stroked Eniola's hair slowly "mm Eniola. Such a lovely name for such a lovely girl. Listen to me Eniola and listen well... If you behave and do not try anything I will give you everything you could desire, within reason. I will do anything in my power to make my slave and lover happy. But you must be good and not try any funny business"

She reached over and presented Eniola a box. She opened it. The box filled with delicious looking chocolates. Mila pocked one and fed it gently to Eniola. "The more you prove that you are a good slave and loyal to me, I will give you more and more freedom. Now for your first choice. Woudl you rather we make love here. Or would toy prefer a bath be drawn and we make love in the bath.

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

The red haired woman closed her eyes. The last time someone had been gentle like that, it had been her mother. Yes, she was no child anymore but come on, it actually did feel nice, far better than other things she had experienced, so why not? She simply nodded in response to the indirect warning hidden behind the offer. There was no need to tell her she would be a good girl and all that, it was expected from slaves anyway, and she feared her voice might betray her. Eniola was not sure which would be more a reason, her plans to still flee into freedom or the gentle tingling in her stomach from hearing the word 'lover' in this constellation.

As the hand wandered away from her hair, Eniola opened her eyes again and watched, observed carefully and blinked in confusion. Chocolate? For real? Her mistress was eating in bed like that? She... no stop! Eniola raised her eyes to Mila as the Chocolate did not made it's way to her mistress' mouth but to that of the slave. She was fed, this situation, no one prepared her for that! Gears were clicking wildly in her head while she tried to compare her training to this situation. Being handfed was nothing new, no biting... but this were Chocolate, sweet stuff. Clearly showing signs of insecurity, Eniola opened her mouth and accepted the chocolate, feeling how it melt away on her warm tongue, making her smile and almost purr as she enjoyed the taste. If this was part of the rewards of being a good slave, fuck freedom, this was sweet and almost like heaven.

For the moment Mila had the most loyal slave she could ever wish for, chocolate was quite the good bait at the moment to get her attention, even though her eyes kept wandering to the box every now and then. Upon hearing her options she thought but found a quick answer. As making love involved at least some sweat, a bath would be in order anyway and her last warm bubbly bath was ages ago, so... "I would chose the bath, mistress." Eniola said while she nuzzled her head into the shoulder of her white haired mistress, thinking about the way Mila had phrased the last sentence. She had been called 'toy' and... it simply felt odd, nothing she could describe but, odd.

 

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(( didn't mean toy. meant to type you but I mistyped))

Mila smiled warmly at her slave and called a servant to have a nice bath drawn, ahw continued to feed Eniola her chocolates for a bit longer before turning the redhead over to face her. She leaned in and kissed the Eniola deeply, slipping her tongue in and exploring her mouth. She continued the show of passion for several minutes until the servant knocked on the door and announced that the bath was ready.

Mila helped Eniola to her feet and led her to a bathroom in the suite. It was large and very elegant. The big bathtub was filled with soapy water.

She slowly took of Eniola's clothes and sat down in the tub. Making her slave sit down on her lap, still only coming up to her neck "so Eniola. Before we begin. Do you have any questions?"

 

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(that is a typo that even worked ^^)

Eniola watched the servant, guessing as Mila had called her, it was okay to stay in bed with her but she decided not to talk, just to be safe. All the while she really enjoyed being fed the chocolate, it made it so hard to come up with the will to fight. The kiss came as a bit of a surprise. Not an unwelcome kind of surprise, she simply did not expect it to happen and at the first moment stiffened up but the second every gear had clicked into place she closed her eyes and opened her lips up some more, willingly allowing Mila to deepen the kiss. The redhead was responding with her own tongue, but let Mila take the charge and lead, she was her owner after all, and she made Eniola's will to get away melt some more. The noise of the knocking servant was not very welcome, it meant that Mila was breaking away from the kiss. Eniola could not remember the last time someone kissed her anywhere close to what just had happened and came up with "never". She had a few lessons on it but not one kiss had nearly that kind of natural passion and love, the slaves had been forced to do it after all and while Mila's technique might not been up to her teachers it was fueled with something that made it much more enjoyable.

The world was slightly spinning around her as she stood up, so Mila's help was welcome, but it quickly faded away and Eniola followed her mistress, happy to be allowed to walk the short distance. The last time she had seen a bathroom that size, it had been filled with tubs and slaves had rushed in and out to get themselves cleaned, nothing compared to this place. A place of relaxation and silence with only a minimum of visible gears and tubes, giving some extra space for decoration. It was a bit irritating though that Mila was dressing and undressing her, but Eniola let her do it, feeling a bit pampered, leaving these decisions in the hands of the white haired woman, giving up more of her own freedom to her mistress. The redhead followed her into the tub, feeling a bit awkward, sitting in that lap, but within the hot water, she relaxed backwards, feeling those shapely breasts pushing into her shoulders and arms wrapped around her waist while her own head came to rest on one of her owners shoulders. The clear difference in size they had showing even now, leaving Eniola with a feeling of weakness but increased the feeling of security, she felt with Mila's arms around her, as well. "I... I don't know, mistress. This is quite overwhelming." she replied. Her voice not showing the resistance and unwillingness from before but resonated with some confusion and insecurity. "I may walk and speak, without being asked, when alone with you, mistress. This... I never expected something like that. What other rules are there, mistress?" Eniola asked, placing her hands on Mila's but not daring to grab or even guide them between her legs.

 

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Mila smiled and guided her own hand between Mila's leg. Slowly rubbing her slit while her other hand rose to squeeze and caress her breast sweet Eniola. You are indeed a good slave. The rest of the rules are simple. You do not object if I tell you a command. They are for your own good. As I said before, my sexuak desires are unorthodox. I might bind you, gag you or similar things. But I promise you. You are completely safe in my hands"

She slipped her fingers inside of Eniola "a good slave will be rewarded. Maybe someday you will be enslaved to me in a different variety. She lifted up Eniola's left hand and slowly caressed her ring finger. "Now... You will behave yes?"

 

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Eniola slowly opened her legs a bit more wide as one hand really was wandering down between them and touched her at this so private place and despite all her efforts, a slightly stifled but clearly audible moan escaped her full lips. The red haired young woman clearly was enjoying the touch and Mila could feel with the hand which had wandered up how her slaves nipples hardened and pushed into the warm, soapy wet hand. Her cheeks were quite red itself, rivaling a bit with the color of her hair and the compliment was not helping her one bit to fight the boiling feelings. What Mila was describing was putting her a bit off, being bound and gagged did more sound like methods the slavers had used to break the fresh slaves and it made her whimper slightly, enforcing her will to flee for once.

That thought was pushed away though in an instant, the moment the fingers slipped from just touching her right into her increasingly heating up opening. "Mmmmh... I... I like rewards..." she whispered, fighting the obvious moans signaling her increasing lust from the gentle touches. The meaning of the caress to her finger escaped her, at least for now, while she tried to stay calm and level headed and get her hips under control again. It felt as if her body wanted to betray her, moving on its own to increase the pleasure from those fingers down below. "Yes, I will... will behave... I promise!" She said, not sure herself if she really meant it or if it was simply to earn the reward.

 

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Mila smirked and kissed Eniola's neck "I know being tied up sounds scary but trust me dea, it will be fun. Those mean old slavers would tie you with rough ropes or with chains. I plan on tying you with soft pieces of silk. I want to keep this beautiful body of yours in top condition. I really do" she pulled her fingers away and rubbed both of Eniola's breasts, kneading and squeezing them gently "mm and your breasts are absolutely wonderful dear. Those slavers must not have been overly intelligent to try and sell you for such a low price."

She gently slid away and began rubbing soap over Eniola's body, cleaning her gently and laying kisses on her neck. Before long the soap was washed on and her hair was washed just as gently.

Mila smiled and stood her up, drying her off in a fluffy white towel then drying herself off. She led her back to the bed and layed her down. She began missing her gently. Kissing down her neck, across her collarbone and slowly traveling down until she reached her thighs. Kissing the inside of each thigh gently and teasingly "before I start dear... Put your wrists together above your head"

 

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The young short woman shivered and moaned every time those evil lips of her mistress touched her soft skin. Luckily she was sitting in Mila's lap and not standing, otherwise her legs could as well have been made from jelly with no bones. It was a bit hard to follow Mila's words in detail but she understood while enjoying being so close to someone without the fear of a bad surprise. Sadly, there came a bad surprise nevertheless, the hand between her legs was pulling away, fingers leaving her most private, and right now most hot, place. That both hands were giving her shapely breasts the best attention she had felt in weeks was no real replacement, even though soft moans proved that Mila was locating just the right spots to keep her girl aroused.

"They decide on time trained... how well trained we are. Good looks mean nothing, they said, if you are a bad behaving slave who has no skills." Eniola explained what little she knew about it, her mind a bit more clear without the fingers keeping her distracted, though the arousal was quite audible in her voice. A certain redhead was craving more, she was horny, and it made it rather easy to get her to cooperate with the cleaning and if Mila was at least a bit experienced with reading another person, she would realize how easy it was to keep her slave in that state of arousal with well placed kisses around the collar.

Eniola let Mila help her with getting out of the tub again and let the taller white haired beauty dry her off. Without the need of a leash or telling her to, she even followed Mila the short way back into the bedroom and found herself in the bed rather fast. Mila could see in her eyes and feel with every touch and kiss how aroused the red haired girl still was. Her skin hot and herself ever so lightly pushing her body into each and every kiss, gasping and moaning and finally whining as Mila simply stopped after kissing those sensitive places on the inside of the once more spreading legs. She thought for a moment, should she reach down and just try to force that lovely face between her thighs and make her go on or should she follow the order? A short glimpse to the door, memories of automatons in front of the door, brought the decision and she raised her hands above her head, wrist to wrist, wondering why she would take such a position. "Like this mistress? W...will you start... please?" she asked, her voice pleading, dripping with need.

 

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Mila smiled and took a length of crimosn ribbon. She had seen the looks and knew what she wanted to do. She kissed Eniola's neck softly. Nipping and biting lightly as she bound her wrists together. The silk was muchsofter and more comfortable than the ropes slavers used "ribbon is much more comfortablex and much more erotic"

She kissed back down again slowly. Teasing her thighs again before letting her animalistic desires out. Burying her face in Eniola's she attacked her pussy, taking long licks first, across the slit. Then using her tongue to batter and play with the lips and specifically the clit. Next she snaked her hands around Eniola's thighs and pushed her tongue in and out of her pussy.

 

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Eniola watched, shivering in anticipation and looked at the ribbon. She had at that point no real clue what her mistress was about to do but her personal confusion was fast forgotten, kissed and nibbled away in seconds while she let out a purr. The feeling of the ribbon around her wrists was lost for a few seconds but she registered it and tried to pull, finding herself quite well secured despite it only being a mere ribbon and no strong ropes. "It's ...strong..." she muttered about her discovery, genuinely surprised.

The redheads surprise did not hold up for long though, thanks to soft, gentle kisses working down her heated skin which still smelled like soap. The moment Mila buried herself between her lovely slaves shapely legs Eniola instinctively pulled her hands, which had not been secured to the bed just to each other, down and tried to hold the head of her mistress in place. With all the arousal that had built up inside her during their bath Mila did not even need to work much with her tongue, the brave redheaded slave was tipped over the point of no return within seconds while Mila could taste her slaves female juices. "Oh mistress!" was all she could moan in her excitement while her whole body trembled and she bucked her hips into Mila's busy tongue.

 

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Mila smiled and wrapped her arms tight around Eniola's thighs as she worked her tongue in and around the girl's delicious slit. Her female wetness was like a drug and she was a junkie.

She kept working. Loving with her slave's blucking body and eventually managing to work her body to rotate around so while her dace was still in Eniola's crotch, Mila's slit rested, very very damp on Eniola's mouth.

 

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Eniola was quite wrapped up in the waves of pleasure running through her body, making her twitch and tremble. Caught up as she was her mind did need some time to realize what Mila was doing there. Through the fog that clouded her she looked up between the taller ones shapely legs, her arms and hands trapped between their bodies, leaving her rather helpless. Nevertheless she understood the signal well enough and extended her tongue, lapping away at the damp slit presented to her. The redhead was not well trained and not as filled with animalistic lust like Mila, but her tongue was surprisingly long and Eniola was quick in picking up the signs when she hit the right spots, quickly aiming for them to repay the pleasure she continuously felt.

 

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Mila pressed her damp slit against Eniola's mouth, moaning into her slit as Emiola worked. Sending lovely vibrations through Eniola's body along with her animalistic style of love-making.

 

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Eniola worked to the best of her abilities. Being well taken care of by her mistress helped her digging with increasing lust into the presented opening. The short redhead herself was trembling hard, the poor young slave short before her second climax within this short amount of time.

 

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Mila moaned and moved her mouth to Eniols's clit as her right hand slid off, her forearm and bicep still gripping the thigh as her middle and ring finger slipped into the slave's slit. She pumped the fingers in quickly while licking, kissing, nipping and doing anything else she thought of to her clit.

 

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Eniola was squirming helplessly below her mistress. She kept up her work with that nicely long tongue which snaked as deep as the redhead could get it into the white haired woman without the use of her hands to properly spread her mistress open like Mila was doing with her slave. Being so much at the whim of whatever Mila cooked up while exploring the warm and wet tunnel of her slave with her fingers, Eniola could no longer hold back and suddenly exploded into her second climax, moaning deeply while she still tried to keep her tongue busy to pay back.

 

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Mila smiled as her second climax hit and once again lciked and swallowed her slave clean of her own feminine juices. She would stop eventually. She stood up and gently tied her slave's hands to her collar using more of the silk.

She went to a large cupboard and drew from it two odd looking objects. The first was what looked like a handheld bronze cylinder with a rounded bulbous top. "This is a special device. I call it a, 'vibrator'" she put extra emphasis on the word. The second object looked like a male cock only this was made from some semi-soft material, like the round head of the 'Vibrator' she took the straps attached to this cock-like object and wrapped them around her waist. Locking them in place.

She strutted forward with the toys and lightly grabbed Eniola's hips. She slowly thruster the strap-on into Eniola's slit while she set the vibrator to low and pressed it to her clit.

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

The young redhead was smiling happy, licking her mistress in return while her body trembled below the white haired beauty, bathing in the afterglow. Eniola was still catching her breath while Mila stood up and looked up at her mistress. She let the young white haired woman lift her hands, only to find herself secured to her own collar, looking up at Mila with huge eyes, pulling gently on it, feeling the pull on her neck and deciding it was better to stop this. Slowly gaining her breath back, Eniola's eyes followed Mila to the cupboard and blinked, looking at the items. If she had not been aroused as she was, she would blush even more. Not because of the 'vibrator', an object that was lost to her at that very moment, but seeing her mistress with that cock-like thing attached to her hips. The message sent was not lost to Eniola. She squirmed on the bed, already moaning in excitement. Oh the tongue had been good, her climax had been proof, but the cock promised even more. There was no resistance as Mila grabbed her slaves hips and pushed into the wet slit, making her moan. Someone clearly loved the feel of being filled who suddenly shrieked as the vibrator touched her sensitive little nub. That sensation was new, no one could have prepared her for it and seconds after the shriek, she squirmed on the bed, thrusting her hips as much as she could into the fake cock while attempting to stay in contact with the vibrator. The shorter redhead was quite overwhelmed from the sensation which was intensified by the helplessness she felt thanks to a single ribbon and her collar.