slinking from her Masters wagon... her foot falls silent upon the cold ground as shiver ripples down her back... extremely pale eyes peer about the camp...burning with an intense wicked light...the tip of her pink tongue glides across the soft blush of her lips...she spins about veering off toward the circle of sand...dipping to kneel...full breasts bound in leather rise high as a slender back curves sensually...she rocks to rest her taut ass to the gentle cup of her delicate heals... drawing a deep breath...her head lowers to a slight bow...long tangles of spun silver curls fall about her... trickling down her back in molten pools seemingly touched by the very stars themselves...
clad in only a vest made of the softest swede decorated with a long scalloped fringe, shimmering beads grace the ends of each strip... exquisite fingers tease across gentle rise of lush curves.. to entangle in the strips of leather hanging from the simple garment...sculpted muscles flex rippling beneath golden flesh...her breath catchs slightly as she rests upon her heals filled with sweet anticipation... swallowing hard... the pulse at her delicate throat flutters... like the raging heart of a tiny startled bird... she waits the musics first beat...outstretches willowy arms beneath a curtain of silver curls... her hands slink elegantly forth....sifting thru the shimmering crystals of sand searching...delicate fingers curl over oiled black leather... the heat of her gaze sears like the burning wind of the desert as it falls upon the whip no longer buried...
ever so slowly the beat of the ancient music begin... her heart thunders seemingly to keep time with the rythmn... rolling forth drawing up to her small feet...the soft leather fringe touches her heated flesh in a gentle sweet embrace... sending ripples of pleasure to boil thru her lith body.....the ravenous beast within her begins to prowl... a mixture of emotions burn in the fire of her gaze...rage... intense passion... pure uncontrolled fury...she glances to the wide girth of the handle of the whip clasped tightly in her small fist... knuckles turn to white as her carnal desires begin to ignite the burning embers of her slave belly... drawing the whip away from her, watching the sway of the shining black leather as it begins its endless arc of perpetual motion...
hypnotically she lifts her hand it moves as if guided by another... she flicks her wrist...the whip's cry echos out into the night... a sharp intake of breath rasps past the soft blush of her lips.. slender frame jerks slightly forward as if struck feeling the flash fire in her belly, she leaps forward... her body tenses..looking up... pupils fully dilated... filled with blind fury... shimmer from behind long ropes of tangled silver curls that defiantly fall forth into her face... still clasped within her fingers is the whip's cold blade...the darkness evilly twines over her arms... bringing her hands downwards and together she forms a cavern with delicate palms to capture the loops against her fiery belly ...lush lips part...moaning softly she attempts to quell the storm that rages within the infernal burn of anger and fear continue to mark her small face as she lifts her chin... her jaw set to a stubborn angle...
her cold silver gaze sweeps across camp coming to rest upon the fire...the beast within her screaming out in its hunger... a molten heat blazes deep in her soul... she slinks about seeking her escape from the whip she holds in her very own hand.. her fingers curled painfully tight about the handle... still she remains trapped hopelessly within the circle...every muscle in her small body ripples... her back arches... her feet firmly planted in the glittering sand... her entire body quakes as she steps back...each step guarded.. the air about her crackles with electricity seemingly alive with emotions...oblivious to the chill of the night its soft tongue brushes across her luscious body... the fire storm in her eyes forever changing...hips sway in undulations rotating in tight circles...her brazen pelvis rocks in tandem... moving as the delicately graceful as the ocean shifts the sands of time...the ancient drums crash deafeningly... driving her to the edge of the pit once more desperately seeking her exit...
delicate hands rise.. snaking high above her head..dancing to the orchestra of nature she lifts the despised whip... with an absent flip of her wrist a resounding crack sends her into a backward spin...without warning she slams to an instant stop as though tethered...her sudden halt causes the glimmering black whip to coil about her slender waist... the cocoon of leather binding the raging creature within...reluctantly falling back...one small step at a time...the movments of her body begin to change... the prowling beast within released...for a moment her sleek form quivers uncontrollably..
filled with a deep need.. a yearning...an endless passion... the music of ancient Gor roars around her... the fires near create a breath taking dance... as she struggles against the bonds of the whip... heat slowly building in her blood she comes to life... frenzied... dancing within the coils...left leg pointing delicately out....muscles strain rippling...exquisite fingers rip the coils from her lith body...shoulder blades press together as she pushes high breasts out... her full hips undulating...moving as one with the snake-like pendulum of the whip as it sears the ground..crystals of sand spray about her in shimmering zephers... falling back as if never having been disturbed...she spins... gliding back...delicate frame trembling as she succumbs to its power...she growls loudly..the sound soaring lustfully into the night... disipating on the breeze that wafts across the camp...
the black leather blade slides over flesh so tender.. defiance replaced...the hardness of her jaw... the flash of anger gracing her pretty face... fades quickly.. her head back a cry as haunting and as futile as a trapped tortured creature of the night peals from her lips..coming to the understanding for the first time she is owned.. owing absolute obedience...even unto the whips menacing snap.. thundering music slows to a steady throb...sliding a delicate foot up to point outwards she glides into a turn... as if upon an axis she pirouettes gracefully slithering back..the whip's icy touch caressing her as she draws it up...arms snaking entwining with each other darkened by the kiss of the cold blade as it winds itself about her...the coils of black leather unfurl as she spins... the whips flight curving back forth to match the arching height of the ghostly shadows cast about by the glinting fire light... she slips to the ground...the oily leather coming to rest...like a snake resting in the sun...
her exquisite hands release the handle...slender arms reach out...seeking an unseen presence... needing to so desperately feel the strength...rising in fluid motion as though she has been lifted to her feet..she spins...her arms slaking high above her head...wisps of translucent silver curls flutter as she eloquently moves with the wind...listening.. letting it fill her with sweet anticipation as she hears it speak...suddenly as though commanded she stops...tears spill from her pale eyes... staining her flushed cheeks as she melts to her knees once more... unbridled passion burns deep in her as she rolls to her quivering belly...leaning forth... she pulls herself forward slinking toward the whip lying dead in the sand before her... tauntingly reminding her she is merely a slave....the archaic music beats harsh against the breathless night....
curling her slender fingers over the handle of the whip... rising like a phoenix from the bowels of the fiery depths ...she swings her left leg out leaping gracefully into the air...sculpted muscles ripple beneath golden flesh as she lands... not a sound betrays her..swirling with unbridled passion the whip slithers across the pale sand... her eyes glazed as she sways back and forth...the cold breeze kissing her supple skin... building to relentless feelings of anticipation, love and total submission...her slavery pools in the depths of silver eyes... into the lonely night barely audible her soft lyrical voice floats through the air...la kajira... la kajira... sliding to the cold ground...the shining black whip curls once more possessivly about her....she knows her instintively... that in her heart, her mine and her soul she is a slave...inner turmoil fades along with the beat of the music..the silence about her nearly deafening as she remains folded upon the golden sands.. still now... caressed only by the glitter of the moon light...