(Or what a Kajira would prefer to be saying)
KAJIRA: ~sullenly kneeling, not really wanting to serve, but preferring to sit and chat~ please may this girl serve?
MASTER: Paga girl!
KAJIRA: damn..~sighs and rolls her eyes~....yeah ok...~getting up and walking into the servery~..it's always bloody cold in here, can't someone turn up the heat? ~finding a bowl of dubious cleanliness right at eye level for a change, giving it a quick spit and polish...that'll do~
MASTER: ~Eyeing the girl's grace and form, the way she makes My chaq grow with her beauty and care~
KAJIRA: ~chucking the bowl on the counter, barely missing a stray urt munching on the cheese that no tart remembered to put away last night..turning for the coldest place in the Galaxy...and that's including a Kataii Master's furs~....
MASTER: ~Smiling and grinning at the girl~
KAJIRA: ~pulling open the door and moving in behind the door hidden from view...sneaking a smoke out of her cleavage...having a few puffs..OHHHHH...THAT'S SOOOOOO GOOOOOODDDDD..kicking a bota off the racks with her foot~
MASTER:.~hearing My girl and grinning...damn I have the best kajira on all of Gor~
KAJIRA: ~looking around for somewhere to throw the smoke butt...Hmmm...uncorking the bota and throwing the butt inside..leaving the coolroom or the equivalent of winter on Mars..swishing the bota around..trying to break up the damn smoke butt~
MASTER: ~watching My girl approach~
KAJIRA: ~throwing the bowl under one arm, and the bota under another..rubbing her legs together as she moves....Hell....prickly shins..I really gotta shave..looking to the gate..YUM...who is that guy with the new AV?...answering ICQ messages, PMing with her sisters, and the Ubars of two other camps~
MASTER: ~smiling at My girl's obvious devotion and care~
KAJIRA: ~tearing a girl's eyes away from that AV...damn..backscroll...where was I?..oh hell..ICQ wayyyy behind..oh what the hell..~...Master, this girl is stuck..she is just reloading..
MASTER: ~Ahhhh...My poor girl~
KAJIRA:..Ok, that bought me some time...~kneeling at Your boots, throwing the bowl on the ground...biting the cork off and sloshing it into the bowl...rubbing in the bits that spill....OH HELL..the smoke butt came out..Moaning really loudly...breasts heaving...averting Your eyes, and quickly flicking the butt under Your furs~ Picking up the bowl and taking a hefty swig....damn...pouring some more paga into the bowl..taking another swig....damn...prouging smoe more gapa...looking up at the six moons of Gor and thinking how beautiful it is tonight.~Hiccup~...
MASTER: ~Watching My girl perform a perfect she sleen~
KAJIRA:..Hope He doesn't want Me up off the ground..counting to make sure the paga is safe...1 - 2 - 6 - 15 - 7..oh hell...I'm alive aren't I?..~breathing paga fumes hoping she's not too close to the fires, or she'll ignite..trying to focus on the four spinning rims in front of her..hoping she can hit the real one...slobbering her lips on it~ Master, here's Your paga...Bottom's up!
MASTER:..~Taking the carefully prepared drink that My devoted little one has so thoughtfully brought Me~..Well done girl..You have pleased Your Master..
KAJIRA:...~passes out~
MASTER:..My poor girl is so overworked she must be exhausted..~picking her up and carrying her to the furs to rest~
Master: slave, you have no tits and your box is too tight. slave: Master, you need to get off my back. |
9. One man had to
quit after joining Kataii eight hours earlier for honorable reasons. He wanted me to believe he forgot he had joined another home one full day earlier.
8. One FW wanted it belived she could not be in camp because she was in a coma. Was told later by people that knew her, it was her third coma that year.
7. One slave wanted me to belive her sister who announced she, the slave, committed suicide over role-play tragedy. Six months later the slave returned, apparently her condition improved from death to alive.
6. Richard wanted me to believe he thought it best to whip himself with a necktie when v/t punished, always knelt before the computer when he was supposed to be on his knees, and thought FM should stand on milk crates when role-playing so as to be actually seven feet tall as the books say.
5. One man wanted me to believe he had to leave Gor, for r/t. At the moment he was telling me this, he was noticed in another camp in another site. Twenty-minutes after he left my camp, he was in the other...as camp second.
4. One FM wanted me to believe he lived r/t Gor 24/7, had an FC and a chain of three slaves, but wanted to join an online wagon camp to fill-in his free time, while his slaves were out working to support his life style. He was from Missouri.
3. One FM wanted me and the camp to believe, while he was whipping a slave online for infractions, he had just whipped another of his slaves visiting him r/t and that the slave was lying on the floor beside his chair, bleeding, waiting for him to finish with the role-play before he would give her permission to tend to her wounds.
2. A FW wanted me to believe she could not be responsible for her dualing because she has been diagnosed as having seven different personalities. She wanted to me to believe one of her personalities got married, and when another of her personalities emerged, this different personality was shocked that there was a man downstairs watching TV. She discovered only later that the man was the husband of one of her personalities.
1. A man wielding a Chinese scimitar attacked a FM of Kataii, as this Free Man wished me to believe, at the order of some Ubar. To be clear, an online Ubar ordered some man to assassinate a real man over virtual time role play. The FM, wanted me then to believe, he ripped off the arm of the assassin who was arrested, but the FM was worried he will be charged with assault and battery, therefore, would take a break from Gor.