Post by zelia on May 20, 2007 18:09:42 GMT -5
(05/20/07-15:39:11)
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... the Master out and about during the carnival. one of his crew brought me from the ship.. a few dragging along since the Master had ordered I dance this weekend to try to draw an eye or two so he could make some money.. I was nervous and glad at the same time.. I was led along by the men tethers already attached to my body for the dance.. we moved through the crowd, a small ensemble.. and found some space to dance in, not far from the musicians. one of the men wnt to get the music started.. *
(05/20/07-15:46:57)
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... and so, a hood was pulled off my head.. and I found myself in the center of the busy grounds.. looking to the ropes that had been secured to my wrists, ankles, and the two around my waist.. I realized quickly it was to the be the dance of the six thongs.. seeing that one of the Pirate Masters was already speaking with the musicians.. I moved into a starting pose.. I pushed my head up.. and up.. till my chin was all the way as high as it could go.. my long black hair hung to sway in the wind, slightly damp from being beneath the hood for the walk here.. the light of the moons bathed down upon my richly tanned self.. casting silver highlights to already glowing skin.. a silver oil had been rubbed in to show off the smoothness of my skin.. so down from my face, which now held eyes closed, a pert nose and lips that were parted in a slight pouted manner to show the fullness of lips, was my neck.. encased in a simple turian collar that sat loosely upon my neck.. that slender column that blended into narrow shoulders.. which shifted now as I moved out my arms before me, crossing them at the wrists.. my arms pushing breasts together and up as I arched back a little bit to better display my lithe form.. the pert breasts were unadorned, I was granted no clothing this eve.. so skin tingled in anticipation and this could be seen in the slight hardening of rosy nipples that contrasted the silvery lighted sky around me.. as I bent back that slight bit .. this only showed off the lean planes of my belly even better.. the flare of hips subtel but present.. and tapering down into a long pair of dancers legs. .which I parted to shoulder width.. my left leg turning out, a toe pointing to display that exquisite line of slaveflesh, a brand high, near my hip, it was the belly beneath the swords, which showed at one time I had had a brush with the lands of Torvaldsland.. I held this pose.. and then the music was set to begin.. I waited. holding my breath.. *
(05/20/07-15:50:39)
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... and the music began.. just a simple beat of some drums to start.. thud..
thud
thud..
my heart began to beat in time to the sound of the approaching footsteps the drums suggested.. I lifted my head from its starting pose slowly.. giving the illusion of waking.. blinking a few times.. and then giving a slow glance down to myself, so displayed.. the bite of rope felt everywhere.. I looked.. left.. right.. rope and more rope! how had thsi come to be?? confusion began to show in my eyes. and then slowly but surely it was overtaken by anger.. the emerald green depths of crystalline gaze slowly darkening.. so that by the time the 6th Master returned to take his tether, the one to my right hand.. I was glaring at him.. I hissed and snarled low.. speaking in a haughty tone.. all for the act of the dance of course. * YOU SLEEN! release me at once! *this brought only laughter from the men that surrounded me. *
(05/20/07-15:57:50)
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... and of course there ws no pity to my plight.. after all I was just a branded slave at the end of all things.. a flute joined the drums.. and I began to move to the melody it provided.. I lifted my right arm in a slow snaking motion.. it moving through the air in a serpentine wave.. and I glared at the rope that was bound around it.. ugly, confining rope.. I hissed at it and turned my head sharply away.. only to notice my other arm had started to snake of its own accord and bore the same ugly rope.. I tried to pull my arms down.. but the men holding the ropes would not allow this.. and I snarled in anger as they pulled my arms out.. harshly to either side.. this exposing my entire torso now.. my breasts bounced as the support of arms was taken away.. I gave a twist.. to the left and then to the right.. trying to free myself from the embrace of these d**nable ropes. .but to no avail.. the twisting only made muscle writhe sinuously.. displaying even more of the flesh that was me.. petite , yet lithely muscled 5 foot nothing me.. I growled in frustration. and then tried to back away from the men tha held me captive.. and it was then I remembered the ones on my ankles.. so they pulled those taut, which had me falling.. falling.. a SCREAM left my lips.. and the men pulled the ropes taut to suspend me just above the sands by the ropes.. my eyes squinched shut as I expected to hit the ground at any moment. but no.. I just hovered there.. in a sort of back bend in the sand.. the drum beat began to increase *
(05/20/07-16:03:27)
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... to the increasing pace. my body responded naturally.. i was a dancer after all.. my hips snapped back and forth in time to the renewed tempo.. belly muscles writhing to snap my entire body into a smooth undulation.. I was slowly pulled up by the ropes.. just a writhing slave..but I shook my head.. this was too easy.. this was what they wanted.. no.. I had to put up the fight.. I could not just give in so easily!.. so I began to thrash... the tempo now very fast, a couple czechars joining on the music.. I thrashed and twisted.. spun and turn.. stumbled and found myself caught more and more in the ropes. the men closing in as I shortened my own leashes .. desperate pants and whimpers left my lips as the bite of rope was felt all up and down my torso.. the men using each twist to arrange the rope intoa pattern over my flesh.. my arms soon were above my head and wrapped up.. bound!.. my feet in a similar pattern and soon I could not even touch the ground.. so I was thrashing in the air.. unknowing that each thrash just looked like some violent vulgar movment anway.. hips grinding agains tthe air.. tortured slave flesh held prisoner by the will of men.. I shook my head.. and whipsered. no no no.. and finally yelled out, glaring defiantly at the men.. NO!!!
(05/20/07-16:08:18)
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... and so I was held.. the men grabbing me as they chose.. a hand would fondle a breast,, the curve of I disagree.. twisting me this way and that for the crowd.. displaying me as they saw fit. and I was jus tpissed off dough in the hands of cruel sculptors.. I glared all around at each person I was displayed to.. and then abruptly found myself tossed to the sand. on my belly. now in bara , tyed in place wheteher I liked it or not.. a single flute held a tone.. and one of the men stood before me.. a foot there before where My eyes were.. I could see it.. and realzied suddenly how they really wanted this dance to go.. I blinked a bit.. so used to fighting was I .. it had not occurred to me that there could be another way.. so slowly.. slowly. .I inched over on my belly.. and pressed my lips to his boot.. the bindings fell free.. pulled this way and that. until I was once more spreadeagled by the ropes. but this time I moved with them.. moving to the pulling and ebb and flow that the Masters set.. they pulled me down to my knees.. slowly.. lowering me.. my back arching one last time.. into the gorean bow.. a spoken "la kajira Masters" with a grin would end the dance as th emusic faded. *
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... the Master out and about during the carnival. one of his crew brought me from the ship.. a few dragging along since the Master had ordered I dance this weekend to try to draw an eye or two so he could make some money.. I was nervous and glad at the same time.. I was led along by the men tethers already attached to my body for the dance.. we moved through the crowd, a small ensemble.. and found some space to dance in, not far from the musicians. one of the men wnt to get the music started.. *
(05/20/07-15:46:57)
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... and so, a hood was pulled off my head.. and I found myself in the center of the busy grounds.. looking to the ropes that had been secured to my wrists, ankles, and the two around my waist.. I realized quickly it was to the be the dance of the six thongs.. seeing that one of the Pirate Masters was already speaking with the musicians.. I moved into a starting pose.. I pushed my head up.. and up.. till my chin was all the way as high as it could go.. my long black hair hung to sway in the wind, slightly damp from being beneath the hood for the walk here.. the light of the moons bathed down upon my richly tanned self.. casting silver highlights to already glowing skin.. a silver oil had been rubbed in to show off the smoothness of my skin.. so down from my face, which now held eyes closed, a pert nose and lips that were parted in a slight pouted manner to show the fullness of lips, was my neck.. encased in a simple turian collar that sat loosely upon my neck.. that slender column that blended into narrow shoulders.. which shifted now as I moved out my arms before me, crossing them at the wrists.. my arms pushing breasts together and up as I arched back a little bit to better display my lithe form.. the pert breasts were unadorned, I was granted no clothing this eve.. so skin tingled in anticipation and this could be seen in the slight hardening of rosy nipples that contrasted the silvery lighted sky around me.. as I bent back that slight bit .. this only showed off the lean planes of my belly even better.. the flare of hips subtel but present.. and tapering down into a long pair of dancers legs. .which I parted to shoulder width.. my left leg turning out, a toe pointing to display that exquisite line of slaveflesh, a brand high, near my hip, it was the belly beneath the swords, which showed at one time I had had a brush with the lands of Torvaldsland.. I held this pose.. and then the music was set to begin.. I waited. holding my breath.. *
(05/20/07-15:50:39)
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... and the music began.. just a simple beat of some drums to start.. thud..
thud
thud..
my heart began to beat in time to the sound of the approaching footsteps the drums suggested.. I lifted my head from its starting pose slowly.. giving the illusion of waking.. blinking a few times.. and then giving a slow glance down to myself, so displayed.. the bite of rope felt everywhere.. I looked.. left.. right.. rope and more rope! how had thsi come to be?? confusion began to show in my eyes. and then slowly but surely it was overtaken by anger.. the emerald green depths of crystalline gaze slowly darkening.. so that by the time the 6th Master returned to take his tether, the one to my right hand.. I was glaring at him.. I hissed and snarled low.. speaking in a haughty tone.. all for the act of the dance of course. * YOU SLEEN! release me at once! *this brought only laughter from the men that surrounded me. *
(05/20/07-15:57:50)
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... and of course there ws no pity to my plight.. after all I was just a branded slave at the end of all things.. a flute joined the drums.. and I began to move to the melody it provided.. I lifted my right arm in a slow snaking motion.. it moving through the air in a serpentine wave.. and I glared at the rope that was bound around it.. ugly, confining rope.. I hissed at it and turned my head sharply away.. only to notice my other arm had started to snake of its own accord and bore the same ugly rope.. I tried to pull my arms down.. but the men holding the ropes would not allow this.. and I snarled in anger as they pulled my arms out.. harshly to either side.. this exposing my entire torso now.. my breasts bounced as the support of arms was taken away.. I gave a twist.. to the left and then to the right.. trying to free myself from the embrace of these d**nable ropes. .but to no avail.. the twisting only made muscle writhe sinuously.. displaying even more of the flesh that was me.. petite , yet lithely muscled 5 foot nothing me.. I growled in frustration. and then tried to back away from the men tha held me captive.. and it was then I remembered the ones on my ankles.. so they pulled those taut, which had me falling.. falling.. a SCREAM left my lips.. and the men pulled the ropes taut to suspend me just above the sands by the ropes.. my eyes squinched shut as I expected to hit the ground at any moment. but no.. I just hovered there.. in a sort of back bend in the sand.. the drum beat began to increase *
(05/20/07-16:03:27)
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... to the increasing pace. my body responded naturally.. i was a dancer after all.. my hips snapped back and forth in time to the renewed tempo.. belly muscles writhing to snap my entire body into a smooth undulation.. I was slowly pulled up by the ropes.. just a writhing slave..but I shook my head.. this was too easy.. this was what they wanted.. no.. I had to put up the fight.. I could not just give in so easily!.. so I began to thrash... the tempo now very fast, a couple czechars joining on the music.. I thrashed and twisted.. spun and turn.. stumbled and found myself caught more and more in the ropes. the men closing in as I shortened my own leashes .. desperate pants and whimpers left my lips as the bite of rope was felt all up and down my torso.. the men using each twist to arrange the rope intoa pattern over my flesh.. my arms soon were above my head and wrapped up.. bound!.. my feet in a similar pattern and soon I could not even touch the ground.. so I was thrashing in the air.. unknowing that each thrash just looked like some violent vulgar movment anway.. hips grinding agains tthe air.. tortured slave flesh held prisoner by the will of men.. I shook my head.. and whipsered. no no no.. and finally yelled out, glaring defiantly at the men.. NO!!!
(05/20/07-16:08:18)
::zelia{Loki}:::
-dancing slave-
For Sale by Jyrakai
== Tetrapoli ==
- On the sprawling and festive grounds of the Carnival -
: says to ALL:.... and so I was held.. the men grabbing me as they chose.. a hand would fondle a breast,, the curve of I disagree.. twisting me this way and that for the crowd.. displaying me as they saw fit. and I was jus tpissed off dough in the hands of cruel sculptors.. I glared all around at each person I was displayed to.. and then abruptly found myself tossed to the sand. on my belly. now in bara , tyed in place wheteher I liked it or not.. a single flute held a tone.. and one of the men stood before me.. a foot there before where My eyes were.. I could see it.. and realzied suddenly how they really wanted this dance to go.. I blinked a bit.. so used to fighting was I .. it had not occurred to me that there could be another way.. so slowly.. slowly. .I inched over on my belly.. and pressed my lips to his boot.. the bindings fell free.. pulled this way and that. until I was once more spreadeagled by the ropes. but this time I moved with them.. moving to the pulling and ebb and flow that the Masters set.. they pulled me down to my knees.. slowly.. lowering me.. my back arching one last time.. into the gorean bow.. a spoken "la kajira Masters" with a grin would end the dance as th emusic faded. *