My Master commanded me to dance last night.
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••Venturous Tuchuk••
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°Cátoñ°
Saddle Makers
MTC
is at the main fire and says to .:| amore |:.{Caton}| ma: takes a swig from bowl of paga.....have you been trained to dance from your past experiences on Gor?
(21:03:00 )
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.:| amore |:.
{Caton}
| mat ~ tp |
is at the main fire and says to ••Venturous Tuchuk••°Cát: -Sapphire pools burned, lifted slightly when she heard the question poised to her. The girl felt the catch at her throat, and nodded her head- "I was the favorite of Pashas, Master." -And pirates too, and the girl shuddered for an Ihn-
(21:04:08 )
••Venturous Tuchuk••
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°Cátoñ°
Saddle Makers
MTC
is at the main fire and says to .:| amore |:.{Caton}| ma: lifts the bowl up as a feeble attempt in gesture......well, let me see you dance, amore, have at.....*grins*
(21:05:15 )
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Vala
Clan of Hunters/Clan Elder
O O O
~MTC~
is at the main fire and says to .:| amore |:.{Caton}| ma: feeling an old tugging in My heart as I glanced to you then looked back around to My Ffamily and followed the converstations
(21:05:36 )
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.:| amore |:.
{Caton}
| mat ~ tp |
is at the main fire and says to ••Venturous Tuchuk••°Cát: -An intake of breath, the girl exhaled, and nodded her head- "Yes... Master" -A lithe sinuous beast, the girl knew she was, raking her nails across the smooth flesh of her thighs, palms resting upon the ground, lifting her haunches high, and crawling slowly back, turning her sleek, curves to face away from him, feline in her movements, the rounded curves of her ass kissing the air, her supple spine deeply arched, so that too her heavy, swaying breasts were well displayed. Too, having thrust her chin high, even as she crawled, displaying the steel locked about her slender throat, long, flaxen strands spilled around her form, offering a sort of veil to tease the eye. After crawling a few mere taunting paces, the girl then pushed herself to rise, unfolding her legs, her luscious form tensed with nervousness and excitement both. The girl loved to dance, it was her outlet, it was her forte... As she turned away, she tossed back the flaxen strands that defiantly swept over bare shoulders to hide her breasts from view, a flash within the darkened storm of sapphire pools glimmered, and she walked first to two women, leaning close, and brushing her soft lips across their cheeks as she growled to their scent, whispering in their ears, and felt their nods as they hurried off. Upon their return, items they laid near the dance pit, simple things that might be needed as the girl progressed in her dance. At this time, she knew not which, for it would be the belly of her that would lead her onward, divine the course of her dance-
(21:06:47 )
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.:| amore |:.
{Caton}
| mat ~ tp |
is at the main fire and says to Vala Clan of Hunters/Cla: -As the girl turned away, she felt eyes falling to her, observing and she turned, seeing the woman there, and felt the stirrings of a place long ago left. The girl offered a smile, a nod of her head, lifting fingers to her soft lips and cast a thrown kiss to her-
(21:08:22 )
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.:| amore |:.
{Caton}
| mat ~ tp |
in the sand dancing for ••Venturous Tuchuk••°Cát: -The girl then turned, watching the women hurry off, and walked to the dance pit, the gentle sway of her hips framed by the caress of flaxen strands curled against the lush curves of her body. With her stance tall and proud, her chin tipped high, the lights casting off the band of steel encircling her throat. Sapphire pools sparkled their dark stormy depths, her full lips pursed holding emotions within her in check. As she reached the pit, she turned to face him, twin pools of sapphire coolly regarding, as she, sliding her right foot forward in the sand, raked her toes gently, her sculpted right thigh extended now. In tandem, the girl slowly lifted her hands upward, stretching them high above her silken head, flashing heated glances of sapphire hues, as hands kissed back to back, slender digits fully extended, the heat of the flames reaching out to caress the sweet curves of her slave flesh. Displayed well now before him, the slopes and rises of her slave curves taunting, the girl then parted her full lips, and exhaled a soft heated breath, before drawing in another deeply, and thought it was too bad she carried not the marks of his whip to enhance the dance, but then, the girl kept silent her thoughts, and knew she had best be careful exactly what she wished for. Another soft exhalation of breath from her pursed lips, remaining still, waiting for the music to begin-
(21:10:21 )
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.:| amore |:.
{Caton}
| mat ~ tp |
in the sand dancing for ••Venturous Tuchuk••°Cát: -The drum beats seemed to drive into the very ground itself, beneath the bare pads of her feet, almost consuming her to be a part of them in her dance. And so she did, her feet moving within the beat itself, the fullness of her hips swaying, her hands remaining so poised as when she readied for this dance, that he could see the undulating of her lush curves, his eyes to follow the gentle sway of them, alluring, sensual, intoxicating. The girl knew she was desirable and beautiful and proud --- she had danced before great Pashas, before pirates of Thassa!! Slavers applauded and fought in their bartering for her!! --- and the way she held her chin tipped high, professed this pride without words. As the girl danced, tips of flaxen strands danced against her naked flesh, teasing the sweet swells of her round, firm ass, the flesh of them rippling, mirroring the beat of the drums. She danced for he alone, wanting, needing him to see the beast he owned, to lust for her sweet treasures, and to be pleased that she was his, that she would be found worthy to live another day. Brushing away the teasing wisps about her delicately chiseled face, the girl was swept deeper into the dance, the sheen of perspiration already glowing upon her tender flesh, small toes leave their soft breaths shaped as cloud swirls within the sands, as she glides effortlessly in sweeping twirls, pausing to lift long willow arms high above her entwined-
(21:12:37 )
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.:| amore |:.
{Caton}
| mat ~ tp |
in the sand dancing for ••Venturous Tuchuk••°Cát: -As the girl swayed her hips in those gentle sweeping motions, her feet finding the rhythm to offer a force to each thrust of her hips, slender fingers entwined, unraveling themselves from the tangle, twin pools of sapphire glittering the dark mysteries of her. The girl slowly turned her stance, the curves of her waist tantalizing in this seduction of dance, captive to the rhythm within and allowed it to take her deeper still. Stepping slowly, feet against each other, causing the fullness of hips to thrust, eyes hot, wide with an almost fury within them, her hands lowered slowly. The girl stopped save for the perpetual pivoting of hips, her hands reaching the ripe swell of her hips, sliding along their smooth soft sides, the nails of her fingers marking her with faint lines, drawing his eyes to gaze upon this flesh that he owned. As the delicious swell of womanly hips sway from side to side, the beat of the music compelling, her feet move over the sand lightly, the movements tight and deliberate, slowly, as if a weight was being lifted, stretching her slender arms to the sky, moving against each other, the whisper of flesh as they seemingly kiss, a challenge beheld within those dark pools of her eyes, recalcitrant, impetuous ... As the girl danced nearer to the flames, she gasped softly, the flames seemed as if to consume her, surround her, draw her to their embrace, and she lifted then, her hands, to hold them near the flame, the burning heat torturous ----- yet, it invigorated her and mesmerized at the same time. The girl knew she could not afford to become damaged and quickly pulled her hands back, lifting them to trace fingertips along her face, the heat searing delicate skin as the girl was forced deep into memories. Wild-eyed, the girl stepped back from the fires, frightened that any might have noticed those thoughts mirrored upon her face, shivering with emotions raw and compelling-
(21:15:03 )
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.:| amore |:.
{Caton}
| mat ~ tp |
in the sand dancing for ••Venturous Tuchuk••°Cát: -The girl swept her head in a sudden arc, bowing the supple spine of hers, the jarring of her body against the sand unfelt, for her body continued to sway in beat with the music, dancing her silken form, knees sliding, impregnating the sand with the deep groove they created as sleek thighs parted widely, and eyes slowly close, the curves of her waist seductively rolling, the left hand lifted as slender digits trailed over the soft ridge of her jawline, joined by her right hand, as fingers splay, sliding over the mounds of her breasts, a gasp heated from the girl's plush lips as blood-thickened nipples react with a sharp ache. The girl's hands continue their journey, that slow, tormenting downward arc, dancing against the softness of her belly, the heat scalding the delicate pads of her fingers, as she exhales heated breaths, fighting the raw emotions of grief, of despair, of outrage, of vehemence, of turmoil. As the girl continues the sultry dance, her thoughts drifting to days past, the many lands she had traveled and lived, leaving behind the tragedy of her home, the tumultuous exchange of hands her flesh had grown accustomed to, those days of hunting in the forests ....... As her spine bowed deeper into an arch, her full breasts swollen, thrust to the sky, her hips still gyrating in tandem with the beats of the drum, the girl still fights with her emotions and feelings, what she has had to endure, who she had lost. As her body remained held in this yielded pose, moving still with the music, the girl sobbed, felt the raw sting of tears, for she knew she was but a mere beast, a whore, a slave of passion and lust, and she thought of those men she had been thrown to upon the ships, commanded to taunt them with that which was her being.-
(21:17:46 )
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.:| amore |:.
{Caton}
| mat ~ tp |
in the sand dancing for ••Venturous Tuchuk••°Cát: -Raising her torso, the girl lifted again her arms above her head, the swaying of her hips continue their delicious taunt to the eyes watching, sapphire pools slowly opening once again, revealing glittering orbs dark, enigmatic, haunted by abandonment, the storminess held in sapphire orbs mirrored the storm within her, but still the girl was undaunted, still the girl kept the rhythm of swaying hips, deliciously slow in movement, still the girl offered him the sweet song of her body singing its beauty and desire, the breeze of the plains teasing through billowing, flaxen strands, small hands tremble with uncertainty and fear. Sapphire pools glittering in the light of the fire and the tri-moons, thrusting her chin high in the air once more, sliding her orbs as they narrow, the girl felt the anger rise within her, burning within her eyes once again, and she wanted to yell at him, to kick the sand up at him, to scream, to fight, and the girl felt her heart pounding faster, yet even still, the sway of her hips remained constant, undulating the flesh of her belly, fingers clenching white-knuckled. It wasn’t fair!! The girl screamed out, howling those words to the wind, her face lifted to the sky and saw the stars twinkling their joy!! The girl suddenly pitched forward, flinging herself to her belly upon the sand, her long flaxen strands spilled around her to cloak her nakedness, her fingers digging at the dirt, fighting …. so much fighting within her. Why? WHY! Hands delved into the softness of the grains, and lifted them, spilling them from her fingers, the girl felt the heat risen within her, the burning that consumed her, and her silken head lifted from the sand, turning and looking over her shoulder, fists unclenching, the sand spilling, the tears wetting her cheeks as they freely fell and a soft growl erupted. A primal growl, and slowly... the girl smiled... a long, slow, smile... a swipe across her face, fingers pulled away moistened-
(21:20:37 )
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.:| amore |:.
{Caton}
| mat ~ tp |
in the sand dancing for ••Venturous Tuchuk••°Cát: -As the girl smiled at this man who now owned her, and as her breathing remained deep and slow, tendrils of flaxen strands clinging to the supple curves of her slave flesh, the shimmering light of the tri-moons above bathing her sinuous form, sapphire pools dark and blazing, the girl slid her knees beneath her, the sand coarse against her already-raw flesh, folded now, as slowly, gracefully, tauntingly, she raises up, and slides those shapely thighs of her wide, her flesh glittering with the tiny gems of sand that clung. As the girl kept her eyes toward him, that heated gaze of a she-sleen, the sweet cradle of her hips rocked in that delicious dance of raw sensuality, her navel moist and christened with the beads of the sand, she grasped the nearest bucket, half-filled with water and lifted it high to the moons above, her head tipped far back, an arch to her lissome spine as the girl urged the bucket slightly, sending a cascade of water falling to her wanton flesh, splashing droplets of the cool water from the heat of her and to the sand below. The supple flesh of her lips parted and a guttural growl vibrated over them, exhaling the moans of anguish that she could not abate that fire, those purrs of sweet desire and the vitalness of a woman knowing who and what she is, slowly opening those dark pools of sapphire gems feral, awakened in that hunger she had almost thought no longer existed-
(21:23:27 )
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.:| amore |:.
{Caton}
| mat ~ tp |
in the sand dancing for ••Venturous Tuchuk••°Cát: -As the girl's hips sway and taunt to the beat of the music still, the water clinging to her heated flesh, unable in her desire to cool the burning of her being, curls of her hair caught in the waterfall tenaciously caressing those lush slave curves of her, her thighs unashamedly wide, the folds of her sweet sex parted, revealing the effects of this dance, her loins wet with the dew of her being, she lifted her hands again, teasing them over fevered flesh, nipples thick with her heated slave blood, taut and erect. With a deep exhalation of warm breath, the tendrils of silken hair falling about her, slender digits working intricately upon flesh pebbled, sliding them upwards to meet the silken strands of her thick flaxen mane and lifting it high, displaying that steel that encircled her neck once again, sapphire pools smoldering with the heat that surged within her. And as she danced there before him, her beauty and her need, her body moving sinuously, her naked flesh rippling, her head falling back as her fingers entangled in her hair, exhaling raspy heated breaths and she sobbed again, those silent whimpered moans, the tears that could never be explained in words. As the girl dared to lift those flickering orbs of dark, rich sapphire, she laughed suddenly, and thought "Let him whip me!!! Yes! Let me feel that sting of his leather!" and still her face beheld that rapture of knowledge -- she was a slave, and rejoiced in that, arching her back deeper, thrusting her swollen breasts high, the girl continued to dance before him, unashamed of what and who she was, the slickness between sleek thighs glistening, trickling-
(21:25:54 )
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.:| amore |:.
{Caton}
| mat ~ tp |
in the sand dancing for ••Venturous Tuchuk••°Cát: -Then it came, the ebbing of beats of the drums, the ceasing of music, only the soft kiss of the plains breeze, a wisp of hair latching upon the golden veils of her lashes, fingers tugging the errant wisps that teased about the delicate contours of her face. The girl simply glowed before him, her lush form glistening from the moisture of perspiration, particles of the earth clutching to her flesh, twinkling those tiny prisms of sandy gems. The whisper of her flesh as she slowly, deliberately, positions herself before him, her torso straightening, hands supple in their movements fall to slide between those heated thighs, up along those sleek curves of them to rest, exposing to him those sensual curves of the palms' arc, the glistening sweet dew of her coating the delicate tips of fingers, she could feel the ache and burn of muscles, her heart-shaped ruby lips part, allowing her tongue to curl to the soft edges in a hungry sweep. As those stormy-hued sapphires again lift for an ihn's breath, the flesh of her belly quivering, the scent of her sex pervading, thick and musky, sand-captured tears staining her cheeks in glittering formation, the ache of her loins making her feel heady, she slides her hands along her thighs, lifting them high to offer him that sweet nectar of her, then folding her torso in half and stretching to reach his boots, brushing those parched, full lips across each boot of his, her tongue lashing across the leather, tasting the dirt that clings to them, kissing them in the purest supplication with the knowledge that he is her Master, and she only his beast. The girl then eases back enough, that she might fold her arms crossed before her and rests her forehead to the ground, wet strands of hair clinging, though the slope of her spine offered, should he not be pleased, her flesh his to strike his displeasure, her heart hammering, racing through her as if touched in her mind by him, her voice but a melody whispered from parted lips, small but heavy with the need to have that fire within contained, controlled, by him.- " .... my Master"
