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of a chained heart
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To play the game, for a slave, means to obey the rules...
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of fantasy, these stories are dreams, scenes imagined and events wished
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Submission Dance Performed for the girl's true Master, each dance is different and unique, as is each Freeperson. It can be done in many ways, from the kajira allowing her hands to roam her own body in throbbing lust for her Master, to the girl writhing in desire and submitting at His feet.
*krystynn paces in her cage, crossing side to side, muscles quivering throughout her slender frame with barely contained energy, eyes narrowed to slits of dark emeralds, sparking with indignant fury, darting from Master to Master*
*Tearing her gaze from the Masters, she flips her hair back with an arrogant air, her thick mane of dark blonde hair flying back from her enraged face, cascading wildly over her supple shoulders, the strong turning pivot of her step, she reaches one corner sending her silks to join in a state of fury with her own, her breath already coming quick, her chest heaves beneath the soft white silk, her pulse pounding visibly at her slender throat*
*she stops suddenly, fists curling around the bars, muscles tighten hard along her slender arms as she shakes the cage futilely, the iron's unyielding strength silently mocking her, stepping back, panting, turning her flush face away, she is determined to push the intensifying craving from her mind, with a will of their own, her eyes steal glances of the Masters once more*
*He approaches her rebellious form, a sardonic smile covering His face, glaring at Him, she longs to spit disgustingly at the evil barbarian that holds the key to her liberation, He reaches down slowly to the cage entrance knob, taunting her with excruciating sluggishness, then… suddenly, she hears it, a loud click as He unlocks the bars that bind her being, the sound floods steadily through the camp, all eyes, Master’s and slave’s alike, are cast on her, the music chimes in*
*Escaping her cage, as if she had enough strength to defeat these Monsters at Their own game, she darts into the sandpit, a primal beating coming from the drums accompanies her racing steps, wild mane of soft hair flying behind her, green eyes wide with rage, she tares her silks from her body, they flutter about her before falling swiftly to the cool sand, the panic is clear on her face as the imaginary Hunter draws near, she darts one way and then another, frantically searching for a place to hide*
*Closing her eyes tightly, allowing the reality of her true soul to drive her dancing body onward, she dives forward upon the sand in a clash of cymbals, tossing her hair from her face, her flesh luminous in the flicker of the blazing firelight, casting a slight orange glow to each soft crevice, chest heaving to the pounding beat, she crawls forward, body pressed to the ground, slinking like a stalking feline, she crouches low in her hiding place, trembling with fear in the chilled sand, tense, she cautiously lifts up, cocking her head as she listens, her body slithering to the sultry music, the Hunter is near*
*she cries out in fear as her Hunter, the one who is to be her Master, spots her hiding place, she leaps up in another clash of cymbals, quick as a thought, she flees, seeking shelter, finding none, she looks over her shoulder to see that the Master treads up upon her shadow, she fears the Hunter's mind, for even in her panic, she knows that He is playing with her, her body waves in her dance, rolling in a sway of passion, uncontrollable with fire, with a clash of obsession to deny her true soul*
*she turns and twists, leaping to the side, tiny body cavorting in the air as she dodges the Hunter, His breath hot upon the nape of her neck, she summons all her wit and speed to escape, only to twirl in a tornado of spinning light, she sees her efforts fail, she is brought hard to the ground, clashing cymbals mixing with her cry of agony and fear, rolling from her tight belly to her defined back over and over, attempting to fend off the Master who has captured her, the drum beats as fast as her pounding heart, both racing through the air, tantalizing each Masters vision*
*she writhes her body on the ground, heart beating a wild tango to the instinctive struggle between Male and female, her body rippling, the Master pins her hands above her head, she crosses her own wrists back to back, feeling His fantasy bindings on her, she thrusts her hips up in an effort to dislodge Him, twisting and whirling, He presses her body down with his*
*she shakes her head, wisps of blond hair flying wildly around her flush delicate face, she rejects the words He says to her, whimpering her fear that He is right, her body throbs in the need, forced from her by the Master, her hips grinding to the sand, circling seductively, she bends her head up, His hand entangled into her hair, He seeks her parted lips, kissing her resisting form until she resists no more*
*krystynn arches her trembling body as the Master claims her with a violent kiss, natural arousal coursing through her, she arches her body more, plunging up to meet His muscular body, animalistic needs urging her on, she slides her hands to her curvy sides, dainty palms up, firm thighs parting wide to reveal the hot need of her smoldering womanhood, her body shifts to sula-ki, hips lifting up, offering herself to Him*
*she moans softly, her wet lips parted in the fierce desire brought on by the Hunter, she fights it and loses, and then... is freed by the Master... she kneels up, body throbbing from her chase, the struggle, the capture, forcing her to acknowledge her craving to submit to him, her limbs swaying to the music, head falling back and returning up slowly, seductively, she looks up at the Hunter now standing over her, her bright green eyes dancing with exhaustion and content passion, begging to belong, begging for His touch, all is silent, the soft gasps of the kajira upon the sand encompasses the excited Masters staring in enchantment*
*she produces a helpless cry as she bends to the Master’s unspoken demand, kneeling tall, parting her thighs for his pleasure, her tiny hands falling between her thighs in surrender, sliding up along her wetness to rest quietly upon her upper legs, her back arched to offer up her firm round heaving breasts to Him, she raises crossed wrists to Him as she bows her head, submitting to her Master, acknowledging that He owns her, mind, heart, body, and soul*
*she holds her submission pose for a long moment, panting hard as she regains her composure, her green eyes sparkle as she lowers her hands to rest in open submission upon her parted thighs, a smile playing about her moist lips, her emerald eyes cast low, she bends at her slender waist, extending her arms outward, in one long elegant move, she places her fingertips only inches from His boots, her breasts sliding along the cool Gorean ground, nipples erect and aching, heart pounding, her soul racing, she rests at His feet*
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