<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Catherine acknowledged her Master's command by bending down and lifting Harper's body into her arms. She didn't hold the girl with any more care than a spoiled child would a rag doll; her inhuman strength made it easy for her to toss her over a shoulder and walk.<br/><br/>The shapeshifter exited the room, walking down the hallway and down into the Dungeon. In the centre of the room were two sets of anchored shackles. The thick chains were buried in the cement, adjustable lengths, and it's there that Catherine placed the girl, face-down. She didn't drop her, not wanting to damage her, inadvertently, but the manner in which she shackled the girl was anything but gentle. She tightened the chains and positioned the girl in a spread-eagle pose.<br/><br/>She stood again, and moved to a nearby table, where an assortment of... tools, lay, wrapped in protective leathers. After a second or two of thought, she found a metal collar amongst many others of different materials and sizes. Her Master had differing tastes depending on his meal, and Catherine attempted to match each with different garnishes, to the best of her ability.<br/><br/>She returned to the girl and kneeling, collared her, making sure the O ring was visible for a quick leashing. <br/><br/>Returning from the Dungeon, Catherine's bare feet barely made a sound against the hardwood floors. Of course, she didn't <em>need</em> to make any sound for her Master to know she was approaching. He knew everything, always. Yet years of hunting left her with the ability to walk in most places with an imperceptible gait; she entered the room again, stopping in front of his Throne.<br/><br/>Her dark blue eyes drifted over his muscled form, then,  mouth turning down at the sight of the mess that the girl had left in his lap. Head bowed, she moved forward to him. She placed her hands on his thighs, and lowering her head, dragged her tongue around the massive base of his sex. She lapped at the wetness that glistened off her Master's magnificent skin, eyelashes fluttering as she half closed her eyes, attempting to drag every droplet into her mouth, down her throat, into her body.<br/><br/>Her mind teemed with thoughts, but all fall into the same vein: <em>Master, let me please you. Master, I am yours to command. Master, I will clean you.</em></span>