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Tyrant
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Thanks, yes, Noone makes some nice props.
I modeled a couple of my own yokes in blender, but I chose Noone's for this scene because it seemed to fit nicely.
Tyrant
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Hmmm, wish it was possible to edit posts, sometimes I like to redo or change things. Anyway, here is a bit of an improved render, fully naked as that's more accurate, a bit less dirty as she'd be getting scrubbed with a horse-hair brush in the morning before being shown to potential buyers, added a bit more interest to expression and pose, better camera angle, and better composition focus.
A Blacksmith who specialized in making swords for the army found himself down on his luck after his right shoulder had been severely injured when he was attacked by a group of brigands. After taking more than a month off to mend and consulting multiple healers, the man was not able to continue his trade, as his injury prevented from swinging a hammer. With his livelihood gone, it became necessary for the man to look toward other prospects.
Caesar’s war in Gallia provided a unique situation where tens of thousands of Gauls were pouring into the slave markets of Rome. The increased supply resulted in reduced cost of slaves, and in fact, the prices were the lowest that they had been in nearly a century.
The man reasoned that if he were to sell all of his equipment and tap into his savings, he may have enough coin to buy a young, pretty, female slave, something that would normally have been out of reach given his current capital.
After starting down this path and churning up as much coin as he could, the Blacksmith found that he had around 500 Denarii to his name. No huge sum, but no trifle either, as a year’s wages for a Legionnaire was around 225 Denarii. With money in hand, the man set out on his new business venture and made a visit to the slave auctions. He found however, to his disappointment, that most female slaves were still too expensive for his modest purse, typically selling in the 600-700 Denarii range at auction. He didn't give up however and continued to peruse the markets, later that afternoon, he came across a decent looking Gallic female who, to his amusement, had been securely locked in leg irons and equipped with a sturdy yoke. It seemed to be perhaps an excessive entrapment for such a dainty frame.
The Blacksmith inquired about the woman and the trader explained that she was a feisty Gallic bitch who came from some tribe in northern Gaul. The trader put her in the yoke and leg irons some three days past after she bit him and tried to attack his bullocks. He didn't even release her from her restraints at night, nor did he plan to as long as he yet owned her, adding that he would have whipped her tits bloody had he not wished to be rid of her and needed to keep her body unmarred for potential sale.
The trader explained further that due to the wench's barbaric attitude and facial tattoo, he’d had some difficulty finding a buyer, so had recently marked her price down to 475 Denarii. The Blacksmith, seeing his opportunity, haggled with the trader and managed to talk him down to 450 Denarii, with the yoke and leg irons included, as releasing the woman from her bondage seemed ill-advised before she had first been well disciplined.
On his part, the trader agreed to the deal, however, on the condition that the purchase be done without guarantee. That is to say, the Gaul could not be returned to him for a refund once the deal was struck. The Blacksmith, considering that he intended to register the Gaul as a prostitute, to turn her cunnus into coin and get a return on his investment in her as quickly as possible, convinced the trader to allow him to try the young woman out thoroughly before finalizing purchase.
And thus was spent the remainder of his afternoon.
A Blacksmith who specialized in making swords for the army found himself down on his luck after his right shoulder had been severely injured when he was attacked by a group of brigands. After taking more than a month off to mend and consulting multiple healers, the man was not able to continue his trade, as his injury prevented from swinging a hammer. With his livelihood gone, it became necessary for the man to look toward other prospects.
Caesar’s war in Gallia provided a unique situation where tens of thousands of Gauls were pouring into the slave markets of Rome. The increased supply resulted in reduced cost of slaves, and in fact, the prices were the lowest that they had been in nearly a century.
The man reasoned that if he were to sell all of his equipment and tap into his savings, he may have enough coin to buy a young, pretty, female slave, something that would normally have been out of reach given his current capital.
After starting down this path and churning up as much coin as he could, the Blacksmith found that he had around 500 Denarii to his name. No huge sum, but no trifle either, as a year’s wages for a Legionnaire was around 225 Denarii. With money in hand, the man set out on his new business venture and made a visit to the slave auctions. He found however, to his disappointment, that most female slaves were still too expensive for his modest purse, typically selling in the 600-700 Denarii range at auction. He didn't give up however and continued to peruse the markets, later that afternoon, he came across a decent looking Gallic female who, to his amusement, had been securely locked in leg irons and equipped with a sturdy yoke. It seemed to be perhaps an excessive entrapment for such a dainty frame.
The Blacksmith inquired about the woman and the trader explained that she was a feisty Gallic bitch who came from some tribe in northern Gaul. The trader put her in the yoke and leg irons some three days past after she bit him and tried to attack his bullocks. He didn't even release her from her restraints at night, nor did he plan to as long as he yet owned her, adding that he would have whipped her tits bloody had he not wished to be rid of her and needed to keep her body unmarred for potential sale.
The trader explained further that due to the wench's barbaric attitude and facial tattoo, he’d had some difficulty finding a buyer, so had recently marked her price down to 475 Denarii. The Blacksmith, seeing his opportunity, haggled with the trader and managed to talk him down to 450 Denarii, with the yoke and leg irons included, as releasing the woman from her bondage seemed ill-advised before she had first been well disciplined.
On his part, the trader agreed to the deal, however, on the condition that the purchase be done without guarantee. That is to say, the Gaul could not be returned to him for a refund once the deal was struck. The Blacksmith, considering that he intended to register the Gaul as a prostitute, to turn her cunnus into coin and get a return on his investment in her as quickly as possible, convinced the trader to allow him to try the young woman out thoroughly before finalizing purchase.
And thus was spent the remainder of his afternoon.
Nice work. If it’s a matter of small but significant changes, it’s possible to PM a moderator about editing something in or out of a post.
Tyrant
Guard
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.
Tyrant
Guard
After getting his new slave registered with the local Aedile, the Blacksmith led her naked through the streets back to his old shop where he intended to brand her, marking her as his property. Upon arriving, he fastened her leg shackles firmly to the floor and then wrapped the chain connected to her yoke around a heavy anvil, forcing her to bend over somewhat uncomfortably and fixing her in place.
The branding irons were made by another Blacksmith that worked in the shop, there was a basket that had dozens of them of all different types neatly placed inside. Looking through the brands, he found the one that he was looking for, it had the letter 'M' on the end, the first letter of his family name, Magnus. There were already hot coals in the forge, so Magnus buried the end of the branding iron into the coals and waited.
The girl tried to look and see what was happening behind her, but the yoke blocked her view. As the minutes rolled by, she whimpered and tugged on her chains, wondering how much longer she was going to have to endure this uncomfortable position that was straining her lower back.
After several minutes, Magnus pulled the iron out of the coals, and, seeing that it was red hot, he grabbed the young woman by the hip to steady her and quickly blew the incandescent dust off of the tip of the brand before burying the heated end into her right butt-cheek. Shocked at the sudden assault, the girl let out a guttural scream and bucked against her restraints, but there was nowhere to go. The brand sizzled on her smooth skin and sent up a jut of smoke as it seared her flesh. After holding the brand in place for around five seconds, Marcus removed it and was happy to see a mean looking 'M' distinctly marked.
The girl, on the other hand, was breathing heavily and started complaining in her native Gallic language. Her tone was partially angry and partially pleading, with her voice cracking a few times as she spoke, as though she was fighting back the urge to burst into tears. Whatever she was saying, Marcus couldn't make heads or tails of it, but, as he looked at the brand, he thought to himself, "Shit! Nobody will be able to see a brand on her ass!"
Sighing, he put the iron back in the coals, "I'll have to do another one some place more visible."
The learning curve of being a first-time slave owner...
The branding irons were made by another Blacksmith that worked in the shop, there was a basket that had dozens of them of all different types neatly placed inside. Looking through the brands, he found the one that he was looking for, it had the letter 'M' on the end, the first letter of his family name, Magnus. There were already hot coals in the forge, so Magnus buried the end of the branding iron into the coals and waited.
The girl tried to look and see what was happening behind her, but the yoke blocked her view. As the minutes rolled by, she whimpered and tugged on her chains, wondering how much longer she was going to have to endure this uncomfortable position that was straining her lower back.
After several minutes, Magnus pulled the iron out of the coals, and, seeing that it was red hot, he grabbed the young woman by the hip to steady her and quickly blew the incandescent dust off of the tip of the brand before burying the heated end into her right butt-cheek. Shocked at the sudden assault, the girl let out a guttural scream and bucked against her restraints, but there was nowhere to go. The brand sizzled on her smooth skin and sent up a jut of smoke as it seared her flesh. After holding the brand in place for around five seconds, Marcus removed it and was happy to see a mean looking 'M' distinctly marked.
The girl, on the other hand, was breathing heavily and started complaining in her native Gallic language. Her tone was partially angry and partially pleading, with her voice cracking a few times as she spoke, as though she was fighting back the urge to burst into tears. Whatever she was saying, Marcus couldn't make heads or tails of it, but, as he looked at the brand, he thought to himself, "Shit! Nobody will be able to see a brand on her ass!"
Sighing, he put the iron back in the coals, "I'll have to do another one some place more visible."
The learning curve of being a first-time slave owner...