Danced April 19, 2013
~Explorers of Gor~ "We continued to descend through various levels. The smell
and the dampness, never pleasant in the lower levels of the pens, now became
obtrusive. Here and there lamps and torches burned. These mitigated to some
extent the dampness, We passed a guards' room, in which there were several
slaver's men, off duty. I glanced within, for I heard from within the clash of
slave bells and the bright sound of zills, or finger cymbals. In a bit of yellow
slave silk, backed into a corner, belled and barefoot, a collared girl danced,
swaying slowly before the five men who loomed about her, scarcely a yard away."
/me lowers to the floor with a hint of nerves evident to the knowing
eye. A slight tremble of hips as they slightly shimmy, unsure, of what is
to come. Will it hurt? Slave beats race as body rises and falls upon
the air as if mirroring the dark thoughts drumming in the mind, as if echoing
what she sees in the devouring eyes upon her. Each stiff move trying to
will away the fears that cause slave beats to choke up high in a collared throat.
/me small beauty kneels before strong Men, thighs flex as the body knows...
knows the tantalizing abuse that will come from hard use, the bruising of tender
flesh from raw need vigorously and hastily subjected to brute force. Tosses
midnight tresses back in surrender as if even given a choice and arches on the
ground with a slow, low whimper as belly quivers and thighs part wider than
before... the body's unspoken answer to imminent danger.
/me sways ever so slowly before Men as fingertips caresses over wisps of
sunshine silks clinging like a second skin. Lifts hands sink into the
raven tresses tied up and sets them free. A waterfall of ringlets cascades
down bare shoulders in release which is the only thing that will escape
today... Legs part and hips move in a sweet dream of a self inflicted
tease as pulse quickens and flesh blossoms a blush red from desire's demand and
the music's command.
/me takes a step back from the looming inevitability in a lie to herself that
she can postpone an annihilating ravishment with sensual artistry. Fear mixes
with arousal as golden flecks in green hues yearn to undresses each Man in the
room. Tosses a blacken dream left and right as she kicks and fights off the
notion that she is, utterly helpless to the Men, that she will be put under use
at Your whims. Turns a slow temptress display of prey before each of You...
/me hips grind in a come-n-get-it rhythm, a feisty façade of empowerment that
she can take it! Snaps zills as if to say 'gimme all you got and it'll take it
and more!' Lowers to pounce as palms press against inner thighs opening wide and
excitement in glossy green eyes look to the Men with confidence that she
can! she will sedate the Beast in each of Them! Cocky arrogance shows
through each erotic move as violence rides the air like a kiss just above the
skin while she dances for Men,
/me palms criss cross over an inextinguishable belly as a hot pulse speeds
faster from the threat of utter carnal madness. Fingers trace over oil-slick
breasts which will be riddled with redden hand prints in mere minutes... Not
from playing slap and tickle either, but from pure unadulterated leather
domination, the might of Men unleashed from Them. Lowers before Them, hips
profoundly arching deep and wide to be the spark that sets the explosion of lush to begin.
/me Moves slow as desire rides thick upon the air making it hard to breathe.
With a slight tremble of anticipation, hands slide into the dense silken mass of
hair as eager green gems pleads to Them, obviously asking, 'now?' Body
holds enough heat to scald as she keeps dropping down low to the ground in a
sinful decadence of the stuff dreams are made. Quivers from what is about to
unfold as a low purr of a moan escapes a heated slave girl.
/me knees buckle as she lowers a final time to the floor, a ripple of
rhythm sways body in a surge of intense heat, reddening enslaved flesh ripe for
the taking. Closes eyes tight like a condemned slave that doesn't want to see
the blade coming as a barrage of Bodies will firmly press in the most intimate
of embrace. Falling back, she arches aching breasts up for the taking as she
lays back, strewn on the floor, ready and wanton for Their use!
~Explorers of Gor ~ "Then her back touched the stone wall, startling
her, and they seized her, and threw her to a blanket for their pleasure. I saw
her gasping, and, half fighting, half kissing at them, squirming in their arms.
Then her arms and legs were held, widely separated, each of her limbs, her small
wrists and belled ankles, held in the two hands of a captor. The leader was
first to have her. She put her head back, helpless, crying out with pleasure, subdued."