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Tattoos

Every female had theirs. Each was a complicated display of lines and shapes with meanings only the woman would understand. Men had no such tattoos – no total absolute ways to grantee obedience. They had tried for years to figure out… how to obtain the indomitable authority the tattoo collar brought with it… draining power and pure harsh pain it would inflict on its wearer. It was a woman's tool, the reason some believed, they were winning the war. They used those collars to break the men they captured and turn them into perfectly behaved attack dogs. Pets.

Tori moved away from the aggressive one and moved to the unconscious male. Her sister stood back watching her sister. She couldn't interfere; this was her sister's time, her rite of passage. Trina had already gone through her last year. She felt bad for her sister who had such a kind heart, and hated hurting anything to have to tame more than one male would change her. Trina believed it had changed her, even though she barely showed it. Having to be cruel and break another human spirit was rough, but necessary.

They more than anyone couldn't let it hesitation be obvious, their adoptive mother being who she is, made it impossible to be one of the woman who didn't own a pet. Mary West is a very important woman in the eyes of the woman's republic and having even one of her daughters even hint at having questionable ideas would ruin the family's reputation. Mary had warned them about ruining her reputation when they were first adopted.

Tori removed a little round green container and rolled it into the cage through the bars. Thick green smoke filled the cage in seconds a little began to seep through the bars but it wouldn't affect her in the lease. A few minutes later the fog had dispersed and she lightly snapped her fingers and the cage came apart as the walls fell and the roof vanished, leaving the unconscious curly haired one lying on the moss covered ground. The green smoke would have taken him into a deeper sleep and would make her tattooing of him easier.

Tori sighed and tried to calm her racing heart as she took a step forward towards her first catch. She reached into her brown cloak and removed an ink bottle and her inking tool. Bending down she began her long complicated mark all around the male's neck with shaky uncertain fingers. An hour and a half had gone by, by the time she had finished. She was surprised to see how clean and precise her work had been accomplished through her nerves.

She examined her work careful to not look at her pet's face it was official, he was hers. For life. Moving back further she closed her eyes and clasped her fingers in front of her. She quickly mumbled a few words that had been drilled into her mind since her younger days. The mark glows a soft blue for a second before fading back to its inky blackness.

She turned to look at her older sister who was nodding her face was shadowed though by the thick leaves of the trees and the lowering sun. Something about her sister's body language told her she wasn't in the least happy about any of this. "Quickly Tori before it gets dark.

More nervous Tori rose to her feet and walked towards the aggressive male's cage. He glared at her from his position standing in the center of his cage. "It won't matter." He told her simply, calmly. "You can't break me."

Tori didn't like how confident he was sounding, not because in her mind she believed he could really withhold breaking, it was because the tough ones always break uneven. Her 'lessons' may drive him insane because of his pride and his refusal to bend. His taming would be hard on her, but harder on him.

Without a word she removed another green container from her cloak and rolled it into his cage, never breaking eye contact with him. It wasn't long before his eyes drooped behind the wall of green fog, and his body swayed before hitting the ground heavily.

The fog dispersed and Tori waited a moment longer before gently snapping her fingers making the walls fall away. She hesitantly walked near him, studying his breathing to make certain he was actually in a deep rest. He was.

The long process began again as she tattooed the marks on his tanned neck. When she finished his marks were clean, she chanted her words and they glowed for a few seconds. She gently stood and looked back towards Trina.

"What now?" She asked her sister.

"Wake them up for we can get back…" Trina explained and rolled her eyes. "Don't hesitate to punish, Tori." She gave her sister some advice.

"How… do I wake them?" Tori asked looking from the tanned male to the lighter one.

Trina looked up from studying her nails, hesitating. "The only way to wake a person from a fog rest, and that's water. I can get Mark to bring you a bucket."

Tori looked at her sister surprised at her mentioning her third pet who she had only captured about a month ago. "You've already tamed him?"

Trina shrugged. "I'm testing him right now." Her sister closed her eyes for a second.

Five minutes later a tall blond male entered the clearing carrying a wooden bucket. He fell to the ground beside Trina's feet. "Mistress…" His gruff voice lightly shook; fear was very evident in his voice.

Tori looked away uncomfortable. The ill feeling entered her stomach again; she couldn't ever make anyone fear her so much their body physically shook in her presence. Honestly she hoped she wouldn't have to. Trina ran her hands through his hair as if petting him. His body had stiffened as if waiting for abuse. It wouldn't come Tori was already aware of that, it was protocol. Confuse them with pain and kindness, never show too much of either.

Tori moved forward and he risked glancing at her. "I'll go to the river myself." She announced softly motioning for the bucket. He hesitated and looked towards Trina for permeation. The older girl nodded.

Tori walked to the river and got water coming back and dumped the whole bucket on the curly haired male. He woke up and instantly putting a few feet between him and Tori. He crouched on the ground his eyes on her. His gaze wasn't as intense as the tanned one, but hatred was there. He then raised a hand to his neck feeling the tattoos on his neck, his look slowly changed to surprise then rage and a tiny hint of fear. His body tensed and she could tell he was going to lung at her.

"Don't even think about it." Her voice came out clearer then she expected. The lump in her throat wouldn't go away though. "You're very aware of what's going on here, and you understand what my tattoo can do to you."

He wasn't listening and he made a move towards her only to freeze mid-step falling to the ground clutching his throat. Her tattooed glowed red around his neck, and he gasped for air and his muscles spasms. Tori bit her lip cringing lightly. She tried to lessen his pain and soon he was left only panting on the ground. "It wouldn't hurt you if you hadn't attacked me."

"I rather die than be a pet." His voice was still laced with pain.

"It won't let you… until I say so." She told him softly moving away from him to the other male. Trina had Mark go get her more water. Tori could feel the glare burning a hole on her face. They should never look at you in contempt, for that a punishment is a must. A voice inside her head told her. She then dumped the water on the aggressive male already dreading this encounter.

He was up in seconds and actually scratched Tori's face a little before the collar brought him to the ground grasps for air. She touched her bleeding cheek gingerly as the male gasped and cursed at her feet.

"If you're done with trying to attack me…" Tori says in one breath. "I would like to make it back before night." She glanced at her sister again. She hoped she was doing this right.

"I'm going to kill you." The tanned one made a promised.

"Yeah, just follow me." The girl began walking away glancing at her curly haired pet. Neither moved. She looked back towards them. The tanned one glanced towards the lighter one and nodded one time. The curly haired one nodded back before following her, the tanned one also followed.

"You can't let'em act like that." Her sister commented joining her on the beaten path. Tori nodded feeling sick. She was aware.

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