Veil Dance
At a languid gesture from Ibn Saran, Alyena lifted herself from the scarlet tiles, gracefully turning from her side to her knees, and then, head back, hair to the floor, slowly, inch by melodic protesting inch, arms before her body, lifted herself to a kneeling position, erect, the last bit of her to rise being her head, with a swirl of her blond, loose hair. Then, looking to Ibn Saran, suddenly she bent forward, as though impulsively, as though she could not help herself, and, hands on the tiles, head down, kissed the tiles at his feet, before his slippers. She looked up at him. I gathered she wanted to be bought by him. He was her "rich man." He lifted his finger for her to rise. Her right leg thrust forth, brazenly, and then, from her kneeling position, slowly, hands above her head, moving, high, she rose swaying to her feet.
'May I strip your slave?' inquired Ibn Saran.
'Of course,' I said.
He nodded to the girl. To the music she unhooked her slave
halter of yellow silk and, as though contemptuously, discarded it. I saw
she was excited to see his interest in her. Only too obviously was she
interested in him making a purchase of her. The churning of milk and the
pounding of grain were not for lovely Alyena. That was for ugly girls and
free women. She was too desirable, too beautiful, to be set to such labors…
…Alyena, now, slowly, disengaged the dancing silk from
her hips, yet held it, moving it on and about her body, by her hands, taunting
the reclining, languid, heavy-lidded Ibn Saran, to whom she knew, at his
slightest gesture, she must bare herself.
He regarded her veil work; she was skillful; he was a
connoisseur of slave girls…
…At a signal from Ibn Saran, Alyena drew the veil about
her body, and around it, and, with one small hand, threw it aside. She
stood boldly before him, arms lifted, head to the side, right leg flexed.
The veil, floating, wafted away, a dozen feet from her,
and gently, ever so gently, settled to the tiles. Then, to the new melodic
line, she danced…
… Alyena now to a swirl of music spun before us, swept
helpless with it, bangles clashing, to its climax.
Then she stopped, marvelously, motionlessly, as the music
was silent, her head back, her arms high, her body covered with sweat,
and then, to the last swirl of the barbaric melody, fell to the floor at
the feet of Ibn Saran. I noted the light hair on her forearms. She gasped
for breath.
Tribesmen of Gor, Page 104
Veil
Dance
performed by drifter{RRC}
This dance was performed within the Palace before Master Ubar purchased drifter, please keep in mind slaves of Tyros dance in third person.
~Rising to the full height in a
flowing motion without hesitation the movement reminescent of the tides
as they lap at the shore line~ Yes Ubar, do you have a preference as to
the type of dance? ~bowing at the hips allowing my curls to fall forward
as i stop and wait for your answer~
~Watching the girl as she dances for a moment as i move to the center of the floor, pulling about me the low slung belt, the only adornment the long scarves that flow freely from about the tiny coins attached to the chain, one that looks as if it were once part of the netting of a ship from theTamber Bay. AS the music of the other girls dance reaches an explosive crescendo, my feet lift me from the floor onto toes that through many seasons have carried me over many floors to the beat of many songs, My hands rise above my head, the long curls flowaing around my waist pooling there as the serpentine motion of tiny fingers draws the eye upwards, my lips form into bow which as the starliit eyes rise brazenly to meet yours seem to blow a kiss at you~
~With a sudden flare of my right leg caught in time to the music as ordered by the Ubar, my hand sweeps down to flicker across my left shoulder tossing my hair back into a wild mane, the eyes growing darker if that is possible as the meaning of life for me is revealed in its truest essence. To dance is to live, to displease is to die... the sense of fear, or is it, shows upon my face as my hand draws lower, across the firm flesh of my breast, teasing the nipple to a sugary peak of brown candy.. and trails still lower, along the golden expanse of belly to hook in the chain at my hip. just above a ribbon of deep blue... the hips rolling crashing forward towards you in a rhythm that seems to mimic the waves against the rocks of the Cliffs of your home~
~Seeing the heated passions rise within the hall, my feet carry my form towards you, seemingly i float over the polished floors, my right hand still hooked in the belt hanging low on my hip as the left flutters over head like a butterfly , catching the light and hopefully your eye as i come ever closer, my shoulders dipping to you as the starlit eyes come up, fully to meet your gaze, my lips full and lusterous crimsoned as if kissed once too often form a smile that seems to beckon. The sound of the music still crashing around me as the first deep blue ribbon is torn from the belt and with a flick of my right wrist sent on the night breeze toward you but never released from the tiny fingers. turning completely away from you as i bend backwards my shoulders still flaring towards you the ribbon fluttering at the end of an extended hand.. offered to you as a prize~
~As i allow the deep blue ribbon to fall away from my form a wink is sent to the other before my eyes brazenly move to your form having heard your voice raised as well, the long fingers trail upwards as my form rises from it bend to the rear, rolling one over the other like so many papers caught in the sea breezes of the Port of Kar. The mahogany curls whip upwards as again my hand travel over the flesh which now seems to glisten from the sheen of droplets upon the bronzed silk. Each thumb winds its way downwards along the taut belly circling lower and lower still drawing tiny moans of joy from deeply crimsoned lips until they find the belt and yet another ribbon, this of scarlet and gold. Ripping it loose the fingers extend as i am just out of arms reach from you my hips writhing with the beat of the music~
~Glancing up as i see another enter, the wicked lil smile forming upon deeply stained lips, my hands flutter out allowing the ribbon offered the other to drop at the edge of the pit, long gliding steps seem to circle about the fingers again dragging thier way along the bronzed flesh, the mahogany curls sticking to the droplets that seem to travel the same paths along the shoulders, over the chest, between the breasts and then lower to the belt where they disappear under the remaining ribbons. But nothing can hide the scent of woman that drifts up as i dance closer still to you... the fingers now latching onto a ribbon of purple... pulled loose and up through the valley of my breasts around my neck to mimic the collar that adorns me... my eyes held up, still brazen and filled with a fire that few women will ever know as the ribbon is pulled again between my breasts and left to land there as i sink to my knees before you the shoulders swayng in a serpetine manner~
~ Waiting long enough for the other to take his prize.. or leave it draped about my form, i rise slightly and lean forward onto my hands, my form rolling now with the music that the Ubar ordered for such things... my hips seeming to crash and rise like the swells of waves beneath the hulls of the great ships upon the Thassa, twisting so that now my breasts point towards the skies, there are but three ribbons remaining.. one red one gold and one of white. Each laid across my lower abdomen and attached to a chain slung low upon my hips. And each in its own way sheilding that which makes a woman truly a woman...My form undulating as my eyes rise to yours begging for you to take your choice as my breathing forces my breasts to rise and fall as the passions seem to rise from deeper than before~
~Having saved the last two for you I rise slowly almost languidly from beofre the Warrior, and with deliberate steps and brazen haughtiness i slink forward towards your dias, my hands having once more found the weighty yet firm flesh of my breasts lifting them up towards you for inspection, my thumbs clamping over them for a brief moment as a gasp escapes my lips.. Closer still almost prowling as my hands slide along my torso and then to my hips, spinning as i draw closer they find the flesh of my ass and squeeze just a bit for your eyes only to loose their grip and flow around along the line of my hip to the juncture of leg and thigh where now glimpses of mahogany can be seen where the last two ribbons now seem pressed to the flesh.. slding still closer my form melts before you as my head lays itself back, my feet folded beneath me so that as i slide downward my thighs, trim and bronzed flow open before you, as my hips undulate, my hands fluttering over one another again and again.. each sweeping the ribbons up towards you before sliding along my thigh and beckoning your touch~
~The smile practiced for many men seems to melt a bit and become more genuine for you only too see me rise again, pulling the last ribon free of the belt, the white one, drawing it tight around one wrist i let it sail forth as i begin to spin around the hall once more, this time in a frenzied passion spurred by the men in the pit and the grin of an Ubar. Long curls of mahogany clinging to breasts and ass, only to be flung out a moment later and replaced by others, my lips forming a perfect bow as before yet the eyes now seem mere slits, as the breathing has become shallower, more needy, the deep curve of my hip coming into view as I pass the last ribbon that accursed white piece of cloth over the shoulders or faces of each man assembled before returning to face you eyes now blazing once again.. the ribbon still wrapped tightly about my wrist as my hands are thrown forward and the ribbon lands upon your boots. The deep heaving of my own breath seeming to echo the clash in the pit~
