It happened by accident, an overheard slave discussion, a sleight kajira talking to another in hushed whispers, Delia's heart shuddering her body paralyzed in shock. They were talking of HER, once a babe found in the desert, and left for dead...not of Gor, but of earth, a babe blessed for some reason by the priest-kings from fire, the only thing that saved the child in the blistering heat. The love her parents had for one another and desire for a babe of their own. They took her in as one of their own, raising her to the merchant class, her intelligence and base instincts at wars in her training with the instructors. There was always an edge running along her, setting her apart...she thought of this..and now she knew why.
Finding her legs she turned running from her parents and through the busy streets a spectacle for a FW to conduct herself so...crying thoughts racing through her head, not of Gor, not of Gor, not FREE, not kajira, just a barbarian!!!!!
She ran to her beloved Paulus and told him the story of her past, trying to make sense of it...he turned away from her, gave her an Ubar's fortune in Gold, waving her away..."you are never to approach me again," he said tonelessly....gasping she took the heavy trunk and fled the city, purchasing a horse and riding until nightfall...waking with the wind against her face sand in her mouth, she hooked her veil up, walking against the wind into the desert, into where she began here, trying to find an answer within herself..trying to understand..the third day she stood in the desert...hot heat blazing down at her, long hair sweating along her neck...throat cursing the priest-kings, until rasping she could no longer talk..she felt she would die here..and at that moment she was trapped..no longer a free woman, what was she?
It was then she stripped her robes from her curvaceous body, the sun beating down on her luscious curves for the first time, shakily she stripped her veils from her face, feeling the heat of the sun..back aching from her journeying she fell to the ground and with a dagger began to dig a hole in the floor of the desert next to a landmark..dragging the trunk to it she dropped it in, then her veils, just in case she thought, lastly rising from the hole, she looked up at the sun squinting, and turning around she twisted the long cord of hair along her left hand, with the right she pressed the dagger...breathing softly..saying she will be deli a slave of her own creation...and with that she cut off her hair.
Dropping it into the hole, their glory cascading around the veils and trunk, dropping the dagger into the hole she kicked the sands upon it, heart pounding and continued to walk. If she survived, if she survived.
Walking to the point of collapse, she neared the city of Talmont, and water, collapsing into a bosk trough she drank and bathed herself, falling from the trough and continuing to walk, exhausted at nightfall she sees the respite of an Inn (the_Masquerade_Inn). Stepping inside, hearing the laughter of the room, she asks to enter and proceeds, asking if any would require service, Master Gila said aye, ale..and for the first time on Gor she served a man (not very well either)..for whatever reason he collared her that night..her heart thudding the metal collar burning her neck..and she spent an evening with a slave learning how to serve. She was now deli{GA}t
It was not an easy time, there was much to learn, and Gila was in a hurry for her to finish her training, after a month and a half he sold her unexpectedly to TMI for 5 gold tarn disks and 50 quiva. Such a failure she felt, crying miserably, she stopped eating, then grew used to her environment, and the kindness of her Mistress. Her name was changed to caylla{TMI} and how difficult it was to hear the strange name applied to her..gradually she grew to love her Mistress Masque` and trust her not of fear but of consistency...here she met other Masters who she grew fond of, and one she became devoted to, he purchased her for an evening for one gold tarn disk, making use of this girl for her first time on Gor (pulse racing just with the thoughts of Him)...she loves her sisters and brother, and is devoted to her Mistress.
Many hours it took of studying before she passed yellow silks and happily she travels in them..hoping with each journey to improve herself for her Mistress and keepers. She keeps her history to herself until now, and still seeks what it is inside herself , she has discovered she is a kajira and not a princess, and that she cries real tears for the disappointments she causes on Gor.
Gradually she is becoming comfortable with her scantily clad body, thrilled at the pleasure her form gives to the Masters she visits, she has found she comes naturally to this slavery.
She is 5'8 and muscular, firm thighs enable her to rise and fall into nadu. Her breasts are large, and tips pale and soft, she is gentle but resilient. Her hips are sweet and ripe for breeding, waist tapers in accentuating her curves, and short hair is growing out and is now at her shoulders, curling along her collar, and hugging her neck. Her eyes are of the softest moss green, sparkling with intelligence and humor, or clouding into desire and passion. Her lips are full and naturally peach. Her nose is a button nose, her teeth straight and even. Her lashes long and dark..she awaits the Masters pleasure, and has restrictions as to her use. She has yet to dance, and is being trained in the next level by Tegne's and fg teya.
Her four months
on Gor have only just begun
