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This is set in the world Ambrosia, which was created by Zolaerla. All characters except "S" are mine, everything else is his. If you like the setting, tell him!

Tarizira shifted her weight and sighed. She was back in the slave stalls. Again. Of course, getting your head cut off did tend to keep people from buying you. Then again, most slaves didn't try to irate their owners enough to get their heads cut off, but Tari was not like most slaves.

She grinned at the memory of the shocked look on her owner's face as she sank her teeth into his penis and testicles. He couldn't shock her, since her jaw would involuntarily snap shut at that point, nor could he rip her off of him, for much of the same reason. So he decided that he was tired of putting up with her and cut her head off. Which was what she wanted, since then she would be free of this, of being bought and sold at the humans' whim.

Most of the humans didn't care what happened to a dead slave, or even where they ended up. At least most humans didn't. It figured she would end up at Sparky's, the one stall that tended to buy dead slaves, no matter the reason of their demise. After all, just a quick rebuild of the body, a resurrection and they were ready to go. Some needed a bit of extra healing, or curing of diseases, or some such nonsense, but a healing item wasn't too hard to come by, not anymore. Cleansing items were popular too, along with other... items designed to make slaves more amenable. Dragons were next on her hated list right after humans, for teaching the humans magic in the first place. Of course, dragons and the nature bound tended to not get along anyways, since the Dragon Trials tended to be a bit vicious...

Still, at least she wasn't being used by her previous owner, or his friends. She wished she could go and sink her teeth into him and rip out his neck, or Sparky's neck for that matter. Of course, that wasn't going to happen, but one could dream. Just like how she could dream of going on a wholesale slaughter.

She looked around at the others in the stall, who looked as bored as she was. They were all wearing skimpy, barely covering robes, like she was, and a lot of them seemed nervous, or really depressed. The clothing was cheap and a dull grey, and really couldn't be considered clothing at all, except for the fact it covered their genitalia and breasts, though just barely at that. A few were still crying during the night. Well, they'd either grow out of that soon enough, or be one of the ones that were constantly suicidal, which wasn't fun to have to watch a master deal with, either. One of her old masters didn't want to have to deal with them being like that, so if they ever showed signs of deep depression, he'd mentally alter them so they couldn't be depressed anymore. At least she had gone though her depression stage before then. She heard the laws in Calder prevented slaves from having their minds altered, but really, who would care enough to report someone about it?

The area that the stall was set up in was where the rich part of town connected to the marketplace, so they had a lot of the rich humans wander by. The stall itself was cheaply made, some simple wood boards with poles to drape canvas over so the sun wouldn't beat down on the slaves. It was easily taken up and down, since Sparky would so hate to miss a sale.

They were forced to stand all day, although recently they were allowed to wear the robes, since too many of the rich humans that wandered by felt offended by the nude slaves, and the people groping them randomly. Not that they were offended at them being there, or being bought like animals, which to the humans, they were, they were being offended that their offspring could see. A more private area was covered with a thick cloth, for any prospective buyer to check out what his forthcoming purchase looked like without the robes on.

She stretched her legs again, and grimaced at a couple of prospective buyers walking up. Onezvita, she thought, they're the brothel owners that were here yesterday. Please tell me they don't want a Telaina...

Fortunately for her, they were interested getting a new Athrati. They looked around the stalls a bit, comparing this one's breast size to that one's coloration. They noticed one of the new Athrati Sparky had managed to acquire.

She couldn't be more than six or seven, and looked like she was half starved to death. This was probably how she died in the first place, food being rare in the sewers. Her breasts were just starting to come in, but with the way they were shaping up, with some good meals in her, and a couple of growth spurts, they'd probably be huge. And while she was the normal brown color, she had some tan stripes on her back, a rare marking. Her eyes were larger than normal, too, but if it was just natural for her, or being brought back from starving to death, she couldn't tell. It made her look even more childlike than normal, though. Tarizira grimaced at the thought of her being sold to a brothel, for the disturbing things humans could think up. After all, since the original Athrati curse was made to make them more rat-like than they looked now, they were thought of as disgusting. But one Arc-mage wanted to have sex with one, so he decided to make them "cute". And add the bonus, which was why so many females were so quickly turned into sex slaves. As the humans seemed to like to say, "Once you go Rat, you never go back."

Damn humans. They like keeping everything besides themselves and the Caliohi as slaves, and that's only because the Caliohi were winning the damn war. Trezt as labor slaves, and us and the Athrati as sex or labor slaves, that's all they think we're good for. Although I really doubt I'm going to be bought for any heavy lifting... Brutes and Rats and Dogs, oh joy.

But you couldn't sell children as sex slaves, not legally anyways, unless you wanted to sell them for a lot less than they would normally be worth. And since Sparky's was right across from one of the guardhouses, he tended to do things legally. And dragging dead Athrati children out of the sewers was perfectly legal. She listened into their conversation, with her arms crossed and frowning.

"Well, now, this one here, she's been decently well used. Well trained, and has a ticker so she doesn't ever complain, or talk back, and enjoys everything you throw at her. She's also got the disease free one, and has enough stamina so your clients will get tired of her before she needs to rest. I can sell her to you for about, say, thirteen thousand?"

One of the males from the brothel, which seemed to be the one in charge out of the two, looked rather shocked from the suggestion. He looked over the Athrati Sparky had pointed out. She was a plain brown coloration, with size D breasts, which were a bit larger than normal, but nothing special.

"And why in dragonfire would we pay THAT much for this one? The ticker's interesting, but even with that, she's still only worth about one thousand gold."

"Well, I'll give you a special deal. If you buy her, I'll throw in this one," as Sparky clapped his hand on the child Athrati's shoulder, "for just one hundred more. She's not been broken in, so not much use to me, right?"

Tarizira groaned as the two men started furiously haggling over the "expensive" adult. Onezvita, the kid's a virgin? Sparky must have wet himself finding that out. And her first time being a slave, she's being sold to a brothel house. And from the sound of it, it's one of the richer specialty ones. Ugh, the rumors about those places, I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Except the bastards who put us in this position in the first place. And she's going to learn a LOT of new positions now, isn't she?

Apparently the young Athrati didn't want to go with them either, trying to break out of their grasp once she got re-collared. She managed to break out into the street, and she got shocked for her efforts. The scream from the pain turned into a gurgle as one of them, a tanned, lanky fellow punched her in the neck, right where the slave collar was.

Tari winced, and looked around. The slaves had learned not to show any outward signs. She could imagine on the outside, some humans being angry, but that was mainly for showing that kind of display in public. No sympathy for the slave. She sighed inwardly again. She reminded herself; can't show emotions, can't try to help her up, can't do anything. Just stand still and look pretty and wait to be bought. She watched the two men drag her off and wondered what would be her fate.

It was two weeks later, and she still wasn't bought, not that people weren't interested in her. She was slightly taller than most Telaina, and rather thin. Her coat was almost uniform black, but with a few silvery grey streaks on her muzzle and ears. And to top off her very rare and expensive coloration, she used to be nature bound. Her ears were slightly streaked as well, but her tail wasn't. However, it was slightly fluffier than other Wufran, as some humans liked calling the Telaina, a corruption of Wolf Friend, though most humans just preferred to call her a dog, mutt, or hound. Still, she would have been worth a small fortune, except for one detail.

Her gold eyes looked angrily out from behind the metal muzzle that was clamping her jaw shut. She was wearing something besides the normal robes, a loose loincloth and very small top, so anyone could remove them without having her need to. Which she couldn't anyways, since her hands were shackled behind her.

The first time a buyer had ordered her clothes off she looked at him and told him, emphasizing every word.

"I am not going to do so."

Sparky shocked her for her insubordination, and she jittered a bit. She was ordered to take off her clothes again.

"You can't make me do it myself."

That earned her another shock, harder than the last one. She fell to her knees and gasped a bit, then looked at Sparky directly.

"Bastard."

Another shock, and she screamed with the pain, her eyes tearing.

The purchaser looked with disdain at her and told Sparky, "I'm not buying this one, she has too many issues."

Sparky shocked her one last time, and left with the man to find another slave for him. He came back later, as she was still gasping. The smell of slightly roasted Telaina flesh wafted around. Sparky sniffed and grimaced. "Damn it, you smell terrible."

. Stupid human, you should try smelling through my nose. Maybe then you would cleanse yourself off more often, too.

"You like being shocked, is that it?"

"Better the pain, and denying you your precious gold, and not being used for the other humans' sick pleasures."

"Well, I'll just tell my guards that you're available for their 'sick pleasures'. Maybe then you'll learn some manners."

"I'll never behave for you, you demented, twisted beast."

Another, harder shock, and she screamed as she blacked out.

The next day, her neck was still sore, but healing, from the ticker she had in her. Nothing short of actual death could kill her with that thing her chest, but she still felt all the pain. She was grumbling, and trying to rub her neck under the collar when one of Sparky's guards walked up to her. Great, now it starts. This one doesn't seem too bright, though...

The guard walked up to her and grinned. A big ugly brute, he was also one of Sparky's "collectors", willing to go into the sewers and kill any females he found, to be brought back up, and brought to life to be sold.

He grinned, and cocked his head slightly. His face looked like it was made out of a pasty dough, that had been mixed with red clay, and cooked for slightly too long.

"Well, now, ain't you a pretty thing. Sparky said you were pretty, but I didn't believe just how pretty you were. I bet you're a better lay than those vermin I gotta bring up. Don't worry, I clean up after usin' them. How about a smile? I bet you're even prettier when you smile." He said, and brushed his hand on her cheek.

She turned quickly and made as to kiss his hand, then clamped her jaws around his index finger, closed as tight as she could, and pulled. The taste of blood in her mouth, combined with a fleshy tearing sound, let her knew what happened before he did.

"Dragons, she bit off my finger! She bit off my damned finger!"

She spit it at him as he was spinning, clutching his bloody hand, and went to claw at his face, when she got shocked again, and blacked out. Again.

She woke up, rather groggily this time, and rubbed her muzzle, or tried to. There was a metal muzzle around her muzzle. She grimaced, and tried to pull it off, but it was strapped on rather tightly. It figures. Still, just one bitten off finger, and I get muzzled? Usually I'd have to have bitten off a whole hand, or something. I guess Sparky isn't the type to fool around. Well, I'll have to show him that neither am I.

. She put a few buyers off with it and with her growling and drooling through it like a rabid animal, but there were a brave few who tried to see what she was like under her clothing, and to see if she was 'trained' properly, supposedly since a well-trained Telaina was better for sex than a virgin Athrati. One of them was rather unlucky, as she managed to get her hands around his testicles. He had this look of pure pleasure on his face, right up until she planted a foot on his chest and kicked off. That earned her the shackles on her hands, and some more shocking. Kicking Sparky in the chest got her legs shackled as well, and more shocks. Still, she wanted to make it painfully obvious she wasn't happy with her situation, even if it made her situation literally painful.

After that, there weren't any buyers for her, since even though she was an attractive Telaina, and previously nature bound, she was obviously too much of a danger. Her price had steadily dropped too, but still, no one was interested in the growling, drooling, chained up female. Sparky was definitely unhappy with that, but there wasn't much he could do.

Another two weeks went by as she was like that, and she was starting to get bored, although she still struggled and caused problems when she could.

She sighed and adjusted her weight. The chains were causing cramps in various muscles, but there was no way she was going to apologize, or behave, so she just had to deal with it.

I hate this, I hate being here, and I REALLY, REALLY am starting to hate Sparky. Ugh, I can't decide if the endless waiting is better then being raped constantly by my owners. At least then I'd have something to do... and I could relax when I'm not in use. But I'm not going to back down. If they want me as their slave, they're going to have to work for it. The owner before my last one wasn't too bad; at least he let me have some freedom while I wasn't being used by him, or the others he forced me to accommodate. It's not like I did anything physically harmful to them, even though I could have, especially the one that liked me being on top of him. Still, he didn't have to say what he did; on that line, he didn't have to whip me for it either. It's not my fault I got that song stuck in my head all day. Still, I didn't need to sing it while he was forcing me to service one of his friends, but it was so worth the scars I probably would have except that I regenerate. I guess I'm glad for that, since I'd have scars and missing fur all over... Still, I didn't think the song was THAT bad...

She started humming the song in question, a kid's song about a robin singing about what it wants to have for breakfast.

Gooshy little caterpillars,

Tasty little bugs

Chrunchy little snaily bits

And chewy, slimy slugs

All of these I like to eat

I gobble them just fine

But squirmy little wormies

Are what I want to find!

Nummy tummy worms

A squishy tasty treat

Find them in the ground

They're what I like to eat!

Tarizira was humming this to herself, and managed to forget where she was long enough for a small smile on her face. She quickly snapped out of it when someone clapped their hand on her shoulder and said, "So, why is this one so bound up?"

She unconsciously went to bite at the male, but just managed to nudge him in the gut with her muzzle, which caused him to take a step back. She glared at him, and started growling. She couldn't move towards him, since her shackles had been locked to a metal pillar near her.

Sparky looked at her and grimaced.

"Truth be told, sir, she's really messed up in the head. Won't obey orders, likes to bite, kick, and basically cause havoc. She'd be worth ten times what I'm asking for her otherwise. Got a ticker in her too, but not like that does any good. She's managed to cause damage to a couple of my other customers, lost me a bit of money. If I weren't such a law-abiding citizen, I'd take her to the mage's guild and get her mind fixed. Of course, part of her ticker makes it so she has to tell the truth to a direct, or indirect question. Handy, but it makes altering her mind difficult, and more expensive. Not that I would suggest doing that, of course. But I don't see why many other people would buy her. Not like she's good for much of anything besides being a vicious bitch."

Tarizira looked at Sparky and tried to lunge at him, but the chains pulled at her, and she staggered back. She managed to speak through the muzzle, "I hate you, you bastard."

Sparky shrugged with feigned helplessness.

"See what I mean, sir? Nothing much I can do with her."

"Yes, I see you would have a problem with her. I'll take her off of your hands, though, so no need to go to all that trouble with the mages."

Both Sparky and Tari looked at the man like he was some sort of idiot. Sparky shrugged again, and passed him the slave band for Tari's slave collar after the man handed him the check.

"All yours. And if something happens because of her, it's not my fault."

"Yes, yes, I understand. Well, let her out, so we can be off."

The shackles around her legs were undone and removed from the pillar. She steadfastly refused to move at his command. Sparky, who had gone out, came back with a thick, leather leash.

"I figured you might need this. Just hook it up to her collar."

"Right, thanks."

As she was dragged away, leaning against the leash, she imagined what the scene looked like from the outside, by all the humans gawking at her: a large, angry dog being dragged on a leash by its master. And that, sadly, was pretty much the truth.