damionsdance

Scene One

All the lights and fires in camp are put out, it is pitch dark and perfectly silent. Suddenly a strange barbaric drum beat comes from beyond the camp, rhythmic, loud, primitive “bampa, bump, bampa, bump, bampa bump”.

Slaves light a circle of torches around the dance pit, the pit is illuminated but nothing else, because of the night air, smoke from the torches is trapped on the ground, like a white fog. It is an unworldly scene, the air is tense with anticipation

Out of the corner of your eye you see a male slave moving in the fog. He is naked except for a brief leather thong that covers the male slave heat, his buns are exposed, round and firm, there is no body fat on this one, he wears a matching leather head band, pulling back his fine dark brown hair that cascades in curls down his back. He is slim yet muscular, sculpted, beautiful. He is shiny from body oils and moves athletically around the edges of the fog.

He is bent over slightly and moves like an animal would move, fluid, sure, confident of his terrain. His hands are shaped as claws. Animal stripes accent his face. He dances at the edge of the fog, running and turning, jumping high into the air and landing without a sound as if he has mastered gravity itself. He is enjoying moving in the shadows and the light. His body is a beautiful thing, he is free and master of his forest.

Just as suddenly a hunter appears out of the fog. She is a Panther Girl and draws her bow and fires at the larl. The larl goes down into the fog wounded by the arrow

Scene Two

The fires and lanterns have been re-lit the torches are out, the fog is gone. The larl is in the middle of the dance pit, kneeling in front of the Panther Girl now. There is a chain around his neck. The Panther Girl is holding the chain and a whip. She says to the crowd, “you Free Men do not know how to train a larl, it is different than a kajira, only a strong woman can tame this one. Let me show you how it is done.”

The Panther Girl pulls up on the chain, the kneeling larl resists but rises on his strong legs and runs as far as he can. There is fear in his eyes, he has never known the chain before, he does not like it. He moves his head from side to side as that would release him. The Panther Girl lets out the chain with a smile.

When there is no chain left, the larl dances with a jerking motion at the edge of the pit, running this way and that, arms out hands appealing to the slaves for assistance. But the Panther Girl reels the larl in a little at a time. He resists, and strains with every muscle to stay away for he knows what will happen when he comes into the radius of the whip. Every muscle pulls and stands out in relief, in the light the muscles shine and become beautiful. But she is strong and, soon covered with sweat, he is in striking distance of the whip.

The Panther Girl yells “stop”, and cracks the whip. the larl stops in fear of the whip. she says, “you will learn to dance for your Mistress tonight, and we will reveal your true nature here”, “close your eyes and start to feel the music, feel it in your slave belly then let it take you” and she lets the chain out again, frightened the larl does as he is told. he starts to sway to the primitive beat, his hips start to rotate, his arms go out from his sides and above his head.

The Panther Girl says to the larl, “when I pull the chain to the left you will take two steps to your left, your right leg crossing over your left in a side step, rotate your hips starting with your knees and finishing with your chest, while you are rotating your hands will be at your belly with the fingers point up, you will run your hands over your belly, up your chest and finish with then over your head then bend to the left”, “now do it.” She jerks on the chain and the larl starts to move sensuously to the music. He side steps two steps to the left, his body has no bones and he moves sensuously from the knees to the pelvis thrusting out the slave heat, rotating it, then his hands go to his belly, chest and shoulders and above his head, he bends to the left. He does it again and again to the slow beat as a snake would move, becoming the Panther Girl’s trained snake.

He is caught in the dance now. One can see it in his face, the abandon of his veneer of civilization, the surrender to his primitive side. The tempo increases the chain pulls him to the right and he expertly side steps to the right, left leg crossing over right then the knees sway the pelvis thrusts the upper body shimmies and shakes, the hands move seductively across his body, the crowd can see he is stimulating himself. The Panther Girl says, “see how easy it is to train them, how quickly they response to the chain and the whip.”

“Now keep your eyes closed, turn around and dance for your Mistress.” The larl turns, eyes still closed, and dances for his Mistress. He is alive with the dance and with the beat. Sweat is pouring from him, his hair is wet and each motion causes the spray to fly, he feels the soft sand of the dance pit under his feet, the music speeds up the larl is panting but his eyes are still closed, he is still swaying and thrusting and dancing, moving left swaying thrusting, moving right swaying and thrusting, being guided by the chain, a tamed animal on a leash.

The FreeWomen and the kajira in the group are not making a sound they too are breathing shallow they are caught in the beautiful dance, they want to touch this beautiful larl, be held by him, be torn apart in his arms. They never knew that a thrall could dance like this, masculine yet beautiful at the same time.

Finally when the larl is obviously exhausted, the music stops and the Panther Girl yells one word, “Nadu” and the larl falls into nadu position before his Mistress, knees wide, back straight, head high to show the collar, eyes down in submission. She gives the end of the chain to the Mistress and says “he will be a more obedient slave now, we have uncovered his true nature

At that point, the Panther Girl administers the slaver’s caress to the larl, and before he can think he moans loudly and long and shivers from one end of his body to the other. For the first time the larl opens his eyes and is shocked that he is aroused. “No,” he says but his body has betrayed him. “See”, says the Panther Girl, this one will make a fine slut. Won’t you lil larl? The larl can do nothing but say, “yes Mistress.” He has been tamed. The Panther Girl disappears into the night.