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Age Of Worn Bronze

"Right, time to go retrieve Cleo," sighs Terrowne reluctantly. "Bear in mind that these are combat slaves, the ones they couldn't break. The bigger and heavier the collars and restraints, the tougher they are. So we'll be looking for the heaviest gear of all."

~*~

The area is surprisingly clean and dusty, without the usual goings-on. The male buyers know better than to try out the females, and most of the male slaves are just waiting patiently under the sun for the next weakness in security that they can use to attempt an escape. Both genders have impressive scars from where initial purchasers tried to keep them in line, before they learned better. It is, thinks Terrowne, like a pack of lions waiting, and he can kind of understand how she'd end up here.

There are heavy leather collars around the perimeter, for the well-trained and more obedient, then bronze and black iron as they work their way further in. Near the middle is an actual werewolfess, hugely buxom and busty, with enormous muscles collared by heavy rings and three sets of chains. "I'm so strong they needed steel to keep me in line," she observes, a boast that is also a statement of fact, as she stretches under the weight of all the chains and cuffs. "Think you're tough enough to take me?" she leers as they pass.

What they've got on Cleo, when they finally find her, is little short of armor in its own right, a huge steel collar, wrist, waist,and ankle cuffs, all so large and ridiculously thick that they require an inner layer of leather that sticks out nearly an inch from the edges of the metal, forcing her to hold her chin up and meet the eyes of passers-by. There's only one chain, thin gold-plated silver, more of a statement than anything else. The idea seems to be that it would be better to slow her down with as much weight as possible, rather than waste time and effort on a chain that wouldn't hold her for a second.

So she's been decorated with an extensive range of matching piercings, probably for convenience in restraining her. That single chain runs through a thick silver ring hammered into her clit, up to a second ring punched through the sensitive curl of her nostril. All the metalwork features the same decorative carved patterns, to make it part of a matching set. It must have cost at least as much as a house, and required all the expensive efforts of both a jeweller and an armourer.

"Hello honey," she purrs casually when she sees them, and her current owner yanks on the chain. She shivers in a combination of pain and apparent delight, flexing her hips.

"I'll whip you again," murmurs her current owner threateningly in the local dialect.

"Yes, please!" she begs, and he looks vaguely disgusted, then just yanks the chain some more.

The negotiations are moderately intense, and while it would be fun to intimidate the local dealers by demanding to try her out and showing them exactly what they would need to do to really keep this kitten in line, it's not what they're here for. Terrowne pays with a bag of uncut diamonds after several hours and far too many small cups of the local beverage, while Cleo angles to up her price at every turn and messes with him by casually pissing into the dirt whenever she feels like it, setting loose her scent to mess with everyone's mind. She seems to be having enormous fun.

~*~

"Do you really have to keep track of your self-worth by how much people will pay for you?" he chides her, just as soon as he's led her around the nearest corner, dancing slinkily around the pull of the chain tugging between her legs. "Honestly, if I couldn't just dig up whatever I needed, I'd have to trash the regional economy whenever I wanted to get you back."

"You bought me for a whole bag of diamonds!" she exclaims excitedly, kiss-licking him on the side of his face. "It's making me all wet just thinking about it!"

"Yes, well, at that price I'm going to keep you in servitude for a couple more weeks. Since it seems to be your current fantasy and all."

"Ohhh, thanks!" she yowls delightedly, putting her paws on his shoulders. "I knew my new master really loved me. Would my master like a nice shoulder-rub?"

"No need to go that far. What I really need is to take a leak. Can I trust you not to run off and get yourself recaptured for a couple of minutes?"

"Honey, what I'd really like to do is watch," she purrs.

"Well, that works out nicely for everybody then."