Morgana Godfrey

There was no way of knowing what Morgana had been up to in her absence. Of course, part of her feared that she came to visit her step-mother once again and it was only the fact that she had not yet mentioned such that kept her anxiety at bay. Besides, it was none of her business, right? Wasn’t it better not to know?

Thalia nodded when the guard spoke again but even when she approved, there was mock and danger in equal quantities to be sensed in her voice. It was often difficult to know what to do. Should she laugh and agree or would that be too carefree for a slave? A lack of reaction on the other hand could easily be misinterpreted for lack of respect or awareness. Thalia was playing the lottery with every minute that passed. “I’m…” And once again, she was not sure what to say. How to better please others.  She had not been so arrogant to believe that she was the best she could possibly be, though she thought herself sufficiently talented that she did not need to engage in further training. And was it a mere question or an order? “I have had a few opportunities to practice, Mistress”, the girl said eventually as she stepped inside, closely following behind Morgana.

Thalia was perhaps one of the few, if not the only person from this island that entered her mind, once she had left it. There was something about her -- she truly did enjoy tormenting her. Thalia tried so hard to please Morgana, something she wasn’t particularly used to among the slaves, perhaps that was what made her memorable. Of course, she assumed that Thalia wished she hadn’t been on the mind of the succubus. 

Perhaps Thalia hadn’t picked up on it, but Morgana wanted details. She wanted names of people who have instructed her in her absence. If for anything, to know who to blame when Thalia didn’t act correctly. “I’m asking you very directly, dear. I want to know what you learned and who with,” she instructed. It was a very personal question, but she had no problem asking it. She loved the humiliation of it, forcing the woman to answer such intimate questions. She placed her hands on her hips, looming over the woman. “Since clearly you’re not interested in entertaining me with your words, begin to undress. Perhaps that will be able to hold my attention,” the succubus ordered with a roll of her eyes. She was clearly growing tired of her incompetence. 

Could she? Thalia was not sure how to answer the woman’s question. More so, she did not know what the other expected to hear. She had no trouble believing that Morgana would go out of her way to check on her once she left school, not after she had already visited her family. That was the scary part. Would she be able to hide? Was it worth ever leaving this island? “Yes, Mistress”, the redhead nodded with only a bit of hesitation. Did Morgana believe she would be coming back home to her family after this? Is that what her family believed? Thalia followed the Mistress inside. Little has changed, almost as if the school knew that she would be returning. “Of course not”, she shook her head. “A few Masters have kept me busy since, I think. If not, I would be busy studying”

Although revisiting the woman’s family had been something she thought to do on her vacation, she thought better. There were other places she’d have rather went to, although it was always nice to remind Thalia of her place here, and how much control she had over the slave. “That’s good. It’s what your schedule should look like,” she said with a laugh. Morgana wasn’t kidding either. When she wasn’t tending to classes, she should be tending to the staff and full paying students at the school. “Have you learned how to better please others? I’m dying to see how you’ve improved,” she added as one of the members of the help opened the front door for the two of them.

Kylie let out a sigh of relief as she moved the heel away from her back. Her breath was cut short as she felt the pressure against the back of her neck. “I’m a piece of furniture. To you.” She grimaced at the pain. It would be crazy to think that she would acknowledge that slaves would be anything more than furnitures. She knew there was no way she would change her mind about that but she just couldn’t help it. She felt the urge to just move her feet away but she kept herself from doing so, knowing it would probably make her situation get worse. 

Wade was intrigued by her answer. Most masters and mistresses that he ran into wanted things done the quick and easy way. But it seemed like that wasn’t her goal here. She was teaching the slaves their place. He nodded and smirked just a bit as he watched the slaves get to work. “I mean,” he said. “Fair enough.” He didn’t judge what she was saying or doing. He had slowly learned to be more open minded when it came to how things worked around here. He turned to her again. “I’m Wade, by the way,” he said.

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It seemed that Morgana had changed little during her absence. She hadn’t really expect such. It was difficult to imagine the woman behaving in any other way. “Yes Mistress”, she nodded in agreement as she was spoken to. Thalia had learned quickly that it was best to keep to herself unless Morgana demanded otherwise – which usually wasn’t the case. It seemed she cared little for her opinion on most matters, and when she did, it was only to make her even more uncomfortable.

Thalia tried her best to keep up with the older woman. “Of course not. It was just… surprising. I am glad to see you back and well”, she offered despite obviously feeling otherwise. It was however best to keep her in good spirit. Even so, the threat made her hear sink. Would she really? Would she ever be safe from her? “Yes, Mistress”

One thing Thalia could do well was address Morgana correctly. It was something so simple that many of the slaves couldn’t seem to grasp. “That’s correct. You didn’t think I would leave here without reminding you that I would be watching? Can you imagine once you leave here, how often I will be visiting you at your family’s home,” she said with a smirk. The succubus wasn’t kidding either, she would happily be doing house visits once Thalia graduated from here, knowing that Thalia would most likely be dreading when Morgana would show up at her doorstep. Morgana opened the door to her large estate, stepping into the large foyer. “Has anyone here been keeping you in line since I left here, or have you been able to manage yourself? You didn’t happen to find an enabling master or mistress to fill your head with silly ideas of being treated with respect, did they?” the succubus asked. 

Kylie never understood how some people thought it was fun to hurt other beings. Why not using all this energy to help other people and make the world a better place instead? She grimaced uncomfortably as she felt the heels against her back. She knew she wouldn’t stop even if she asked her to. Her soft side was probably shoved far away into the back of her mind. “I’m not a piece of furniture.” she said, standing to what she said earlier. A small noise of pain slipped out her lips as she felt the sharp pain against her spine.

Morgana only cared about one person. Herself. Everyone else was disposable as far as she was concerned. Once someone wasn’t useful, they were to be thrown out, something she regularly practiced while on her trips all over the world. Here, it was a little different, bound to assure no slave lost their life at her hand. It was a rule she truly did hate and Kylie was reaping the benefits of it. Morgana moved on of her heels up her spine, to the back of her neck. “Say it slave. Or I will simply have to rent you and have you as my coffee table for an entire week. And I enjoy it boiling hot,” she said with a smirk, digging the heel into the woman’s neck now.

Wade nodded at this. He wasn’t about to argue with the Mistress about how she was treating those he wasn’t responsible for, after all. He licked his lips a little bit. “I could compel them, if you like,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Sometimes, it can give them the extra nudge they need, without having to use too much energy.” He chuckled a little bit at this. 

To say Morgana wasn’t friendly would have been quite the understatement. But when it came to being around those without a collar, she usually was on better behavior around those without a collar. She gave them a baseline of respect, at least if she didn’t know them. Usually she was rather disappointed by their lack of integrity or their constant fixation with finding a romantic partner. “I would rather not. They need to learn to do things through other means. It almost feels like cheating. I could do the same to them if I truly wanted to. But that defeats the purpose,” she explained. 

Kylie had to admit that she shouldn’t have talked about her opinions with the mistress. But when it came to things like this, how people was being treated, she couldn’t help but had to speak up about it. She got the whole concept of this place and honestly, she didn’t really mind about most of it. She didn’t mind helping and doing what she was told to do. It was the whole being treated like garbage and getting hurt that she was not agreeing about. “Yeah.” she simply answered. She didn’t add anything else. 

Morgana was here to tear the slaves down, to make them reflection their actions. Any slave who didn’t think they had to be on their best, most obedient behavior around their superiors was a slap to the face in her mind. This sort of behavior needed to be corrected. She lifted her legs and pressed her heels into the woman’s back, using her fore a footrest. “Now, go on, tell me you aren’t just a piece of furniture. And ask me nicely to stop. Appeal to my softer side. Go on, slave,” she ordered, digging her heal into the woman’s spine. Morgana was enjoying herself, it was nice to be back. She had plenty of this on her trip sure, but there was something about abusing the slaves here that was unique.