Primitive for sure.

You continue into town with Copper and you can see people staring at you when they think you aren't looking. If you remember right raptors weren't overly common, and probably even less so in a small town like this. They were hard to tame due to their intelligence and often belonging to a pack of other raptors. Copper just happened to be alone for some reason and seemed accepting of being with anyone again. It gets you wondering about Copper being all alone in the middle of no where, but you aren't sure if you're going to find any answers in that query so you push it aside in your mind for later.

Thinking about your current situation you didn't like sticking out, but there wasn't much you could do about it. You had some goals you wanted to achieve if the town could provide them. Firstly being a place to sleep for the night. Hopefully a place for Copper to bed down as well, otherwise you were going to have to rough it somewhere.

You were making your way into the middle of town where you suspected any inn to be when you noticed something that caught your attention. It was a **** auction. Gathered around stage was a decent crowd of 20 or so people. You knew slavery existed in the game, but you never bothered to check it out. Curious and slightly disgusted you made your way over to see what it looked like. The auctioneer was on stage hyping up the slaves and pointing over to some chained up people. When you got closer you could see they were dirty and tired, and had little to no clothes on. There were 5 in total. 4 men and 1 woman. The men looked old and weak, but the woman looked young and in relatively good shape.

She stood tall while the others cowered. She was absolutely beautiful. Her hair was strikingly red, her tits were large Cs if you had to guess and had nice pink nipples. She was fairly pale of complexion, and if you had to guess you'd guess she came from the northern section of the continent where it snows a lot. You remember them being mostly barbarian like and almost all red heads. If you had to bet she probably knew how to kill you. She looked defiantly at the crowd as they jeered at her, but when she looked to you she stopped. You stared at each other before her chain was tugged breaking her attention from you.

"Bring the bitch up" you heard the auctioneer shout out and a guard dragged her chains towards the stage. She didn't resist, but she held her head up high as she was pulled up onto the stage.

"This one hails from the north. She may be born of ice but don't let that fool you, she'd be the perfect bed warmer". The crowd laughs at his joke, but judging by some of the looks she's getting that is exactly what they have in mind. You walk forward to see how this all goes down.

"Let's start the bidding at 50 copper, do I hear 50 copper". You raptor tilts his head side to side as he hears the currency called out, maybe his name might have been a mistake you wonder.

"50 here" you see a fat man wave his arm. He was one of the ones looking at her pretty lustily.

"75 here" you hear from another.

"100" the fat man counters. The price was getting pretty high if you remember right.

"125" someone else calls out.

"200 copper" the fat man counters again. Clearly he has some coin to back up his lust. No one seems willing to call over his large increase, and for the first time you see her demeanor turn to panic and revulsion.

"200 once" the auctioneer calls. Are you going to let this happen you wonder. You can't save every **** from situations like this. She scans the crowd. You can tell she is looking to see if anyone else is interested. Her eyes lock with you again with a pleading look.

"200 twice" he calls out again. You damn well can save this one.

"300 copper" you call out waving your hand in the air. Her face shows what you suspect to be relief. You hear some gasps and the fat man turns to stare daggers at you.

"400 copper" he counters staring at you almost daring you to counter.

"500 copper" you immediately call. He seems taken back that you'd dare do that and you can see him wondering if he should counter. Copper gives out a bark and the fat man notices your companion for the first time and lets some fear show on his face.

He delays long enough "500 copper going once" the auctioneer calls.

"Fine, take the bitch, for 500 copper I can get 10 just like her" and the fat man plods off.

"500 twice" the auctioneer calls.

"Sold to the traveler for 500 copper. Come back to the wagon to claim your prize, worth every copper if you ask me". You can see the woman staring at you as she's brought off the stage to the wagon.

You make your way back to the wagon where they are holding the **** you bought. You pull out your inventory screen which you finally figured out you can call up without taking the bag off, and touch the coins at the bottom. A window pops up and you slide the bar over to 500 copper which makes a bag of coins appear in your hand.

"Congratulations on your purchase young sir. My name is Quintus" an older man says as he takes your coin and deposits it in a similar screen.

"Hand out if you please, palm up" he motions the same with his hand. Confused you raise your hand palm up like he's going to put something in your hand. You glance at the **** and she is watching you intently. You aren't sure what her feelings on this are though, at least until a young man fits a collar around her neck. Defiance flashes across her face as she turns her attention to the younger man fitting the collar, but she doesn't resist. The collar is rounded metal and looks to be made of steel. On the front of the collar where it connects forms into a square shape that is split between the two ends of the collar. The two ends clink together, however you don't see any spot for a lock or something to keep the two ends connected to each other, and when the young man lets go of the collar the two ends break apart from each other slightly because of that design flaw.

"What is going on with this col..." you start to say, but before you finish the Quintus slices a knife across your palm. Causing a large gash in your palm to open up. You immediately assume a defensive posture and Copper steps forward and snarls his lips at Quintus showing his razor sharp teeth aggressively.

"Peace traveler" Quintus says dropping the knife and holding his hands up in surrender. "It is just part of the process of making your **** bound to you" he offers as explanation.

"Explain quickly" you snarl.

"The key for her collar requires your DNA, and only blood will suffice" he says. "So please hold out your palm again". You drop your guard down and Copper also relaxes albeit a little less than before. He keeps his focus on Quintus, and you can see Quintus sweating a little bit.

"Let's just forgo the collar then as I plan on freeing her anyways" you say looking at the ****. Shock and something else you can't quite tell spreads across her face. Confusion maybe?

Quintus and the young man look at each other with smiles creeping across their face. Suddenly they both burst into laughter and stare at you as if you said something stupid. Calming down a bit when they see you are being serious Quintus explains.

"Young sir" he begins.

"John" you snarl at him.

"John" he says with a disarming voice "you can not free her. She has been registered as a **** across the entire continent. Wherever she goes the moment she is scanned, and does not have that collar on her neck, she will be arrested and executed. Am I to assume this is the first **** you have ever purchased" he asks with a concerned smirk on his face. Regaining your composure a bit you just nod your head.

"As I thought" he replies nodding his head back.

"This collar" he motions towards the **** "will never be able to be removed. The only thing that can be done to it is that its registration can be changed to a new owner should you sell her". Well this was less than ideal you thought to yourself. Maybe we can just cut it off later you think going over your options.

"If you are thinking of cutting it off somehow" Quintus says guessing your thought process "just know that it is magical in nature and nothing has been discovered to be able to cut through it. At least not without also killing the **** in the process. Now may I have your hand again...palm up".

Disgusted with the situation you look to the **** again. Concern is on her face this time as she stares back at you which confuses you. Either she is worried about the cut, or worried about being bound to you in this way. You reluctantly hold your hand up to Quintus who flashes a pleased smile across his face. You briefly consider slapping his face with your bleeding palm, but think better of it. Quintus pulls from his pocket a small steel rod. It is no thicker than a paper clip and is about two inches long. He places the rod onto your cut, coating the length of it with your blood. Taking the blood coated rod he approaches the ****.

"Hold the collar together please" he tells the younger man.

The younger man holds the collar in place, bringing the two ends together again, while Quintus inserts the rod into one side of the square piece through a hole you hadn't noticed before. The rod looks like it is long enough to slide into the other side of the square as he inserts it fully. He steps back and you see a slight orange glow where the rod was inserted and then the glow disappears. The young man steps back releasing his grip on the collar as well, and this time the collar stays together as one piece. Both men are now a couple paces back from the **** and watching her. You watch her as well and you notice her eyes start to slightly glow red. Her face contorts into a grimace and she clutches the side of her head.

"What's happening, she looks like she's in pain" you yell stepping forward. Quintus holds his hand up without looking at you causing you to pause your step. Suddenly her eyes slightly glow green and a whole new expression streaks across her face. Her mouth shapes into a perfect "O" and she lets out a loud moan as she grabs her crotch. She falls to her hands and knees as her body twitches.

"That, ****, was a test of the collar. Should you disobey your master, try to harm him, or seek escape the pain you felt will **** you to stop. If you continue any of what I just listed it will kill you. At any time your master can command your collar to emit that pain should he wish it. Alternatively if he feels like it, he can command the collar to emit that pleasure you just felt." Quintus pops up an inventory screen and touches one of the sections. A small jar appears in his hand which he opens, and takes a dollop of its contents onto his finger.

"Please sir, may I see your palm" he asks. Distracted at your slaves condition you hold your palm up. Quintus steps forward and applies the substance to your cut. You feel a fizzy feeling in your palm and look down at the cut seeing it mend quickly back together. Soon the cut is gone like it was never there. Quintus steps back as the bottle disappears from his hand.

"Ownership of this **** is now complete. You may take your **** now" he says motioning to her.

"Additionally I would like to apologize for not recognizing you. If I offended you or made you feel lesser please accept my apologies" he adds.

Confused you ask "Recognized me, why would you recognize me".

"Her eyes glowed" he offers in explanation as if that explained anything. Seeing you were still confused he continues.

"I meant recognized you for who you are. I didn't know you were such a powerful magic user" he says bowing slightly.

"Explain more" you state tersely.

"We all have a latent magical ability even if we can't manifest anything from it. I myself can only summon enough magic to maybe light a candle or slightly chill a cup of water. For the collar this latent ability is enough to function. The collar forces a connection between the **** and owner's magic. It opens a tunnel for the magic to be sent into the ****. If the owner is of sufficient magical ability a glow will show through the ****'s eyes. Even more advanced users will not show this glow however, so you must be of considerable ability for such a glow to be possible" he explains bowing a little lower this time.

"So you fear me" you state.

"I would prefer to think of it as respect" Quintus counters. "Regardless, our business is done, and it appears I have more slaves to bind to their owners. Please collect your **** and be on your way, and may the Gods look favorably on you" he finishes with a deep bow. You collect yourself and walk past him towards the woman. You pause next to him and without looking at him.

"Fear is not the same as respect" and continue to your ****. Still on the ground recovering from the effect of the collar your **** looks up at you. You offer your hand to help her stand. She begins to reach for your hand but pauses before taking it. She looks up at you with uncertain eyes. You retract your hand and squat down next to her putting your mouth near her ear and whisper so only she can hear.

"This is not how I wanted this to turn out, my plan was to free you after I...bought you. I know you have no reason to believe me considering how this has gone, but you have no need to fear me. There must be a way to remove that collar and unregister you as a ****. I promise you that you will be free once again." You stand and reach your hand back down. She still looks a little unsure, but she reaches up and grabs your hand and you help her stand back up. Her legs are still shaky it seems, but she seems determined to stand now.

"Let's get you some clothes yes" you offer. You aren't quite sure, but you think you see her eyes water up a little as she nods her head.