"The adorned 'virgin' stands nervous upon the warm sands as an expression of
fear transforms the beast into a quivering slave dancing before Masters for the
first time. The attached chains, bells and bracelets clink softly as
muscles tremble. Dark blue orbs, anxious for any sign of who was to be her
'use Master', move from face to face while toes clench the grains tightly."
Lithe arms weave with languid ease. Low moans slip from the collared
throat as the kaska's demanding beat forces its way to the burning belly,
inflaming the wanton slut within. Sinfully curved hips sharply snap side
to side to the commanding pulses of the wild, barbaric music of Gor. Face
clouds with apprehension for a brief ihn then a smile of excitement spreads like
wildfire at this day.
The clash of bangles on muscled limbs draws attention to each movement as the
flushing beast flows, shimmying close only to retreat in a flurry of fiery
tresses and jingling bells. Playful kicks and spins enveloped by the
primal beats of the tabor. Each undulation of the slave's belly begs the
Masters to sample the sweet slut as flesh burns from steely gazes upon her.
Suddenly aware of where this beast finds herself, hands feebly grip at the
strands of bells, trying to cease the metallic call. The fiery headed
nymph turns wildly about, seeking escape. Body writhes, resisting her true
nature but the embrace of the music winds about the sinuous beast, each powerful
beat feeds the fire of the slave belly.
Whirling in a swirl of chain and bead, the vixen dances her beauty and desire
just for one Master then moves on to the next, displaying succulent mounds of
golden flesh aching for a Master's hand. Helpless before Their will, the
siren peddles a succulent figure sparkling with the sheen of sweat.
Hands brush lightly along shaking hips and down toned thighs feeling the
effect the pulsating beats have on her. Pointed toes pivot the vixen,
accentuating each rock and sway of a decadent body. Tousled waves of
scarlet are thrown back as the she-sleen dances unabashedly, embracing the need
devouring this awakened slave!
Completely obedient to the music's voice, the molten heat of the minx's belly
engulfs the wanton beast! Body electrified with need, comes alive as she
sways before the observing eyes, her pink tongue creeps from its hiding place to
taste of a slut's lips yearning to be crushed beneath those of a Master.
"Abandoning any idea of remaining white silk, the passion-filled slut begs
for use. Surrendering to the totality that is the kajira, the whimpering
bit of chattel falls to her wanton belly. The pulsating slut extends, submitting
utterly to the whim of the Gorean Master."