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~*~Thursday~*~
May 13, 1999
08:44pm Ko-ro-ba Inn Time [MST]



ra'naa{WS}FG:
next up for Your viewing pleasure is the kajira with "flare"...sana'torvis...the firey one...

smiling to sana...

whenever you're ready sis...



sana'torvis{KI}:

~rising gracefully and stepping to the Cold Room....Opening the door to the Cold Room, the coldness grasping its icy fingers about her body through the long black sheer veils draping her body, pulling her into the coolness. She steps quickly seeking the special item she had placed in there earlier…

Entering the Great Room, carrying a large silver tray upon which is an item draped with a luxuriously satiny cloth, hiding that treasure which is hidden beneath it. Stepping to the center of the room, falling gracefully to her spreading knees, her darkened eyes of desire drifting close as she places the tray between her thighs….

The haunting music beginning it rhythmic heartbeat melody, possessing her body, her head tilting back, her long dark golden locks cascading down her back to caress the floor as her spine curls into a sensuous arch….....



Music ((Didn't get))

The haunting beat possessing her body, as it sways sensuously to its beat, her breasts straining against the silk that caresses the firm full breasts as her breathing becomes more aroused as her fingers teasingly caress her widespread satiny thighs, teasingly moving the silks about giving All a tantalizing glimpse of the hidden treasure of her slave soul…..



Her body gracefully and slowly rising back up from its arched position, her hands and arms rising in criss crossing spirals as they reach to the three moons, her eyes focusing upon the treasured object that lies hidden between her thighs…
her body beginning to writhe as a wanton desirable slave…
dancing as to attempt to please the treasured item….
her legs kicking up, first one, then the other as she arches her back over the hidden treasure, in the firelight, her hair shining the red highlights of her dark golden locks reflecting the heat of the flames and of her passion…rising slowly and gracefully to her feet, her body never still constantly possessed by the rhythm of the melody…suddenly the tune becomes a soff moanful surrender of the slave….the girl wretching in her desire, so helplessly, …
leaning forward in her obeisance to the treasured item…bending at the waist to grasp the treasure reverently within her fingers…lifting it in homage to the three moons as her hips still sway soffly and gently to the beat…her bare feet slowly stepping about in a circle, her thighs peeking out from the veils as she takes each step….


Her hips slowly rotating in a sensuous sway, no, slowly, her free hand sliding down her body, freeing the veil from her hips, tauntingly loosening the silk, baring her body as she bares her soul to the treasure, skillfully removing each veil,….
one…by…one…each floating into pools of black upon the floor about her feet….now standing her legs spread wide, her hips still rocking back and forth to the beat……her arms stretching above her naked body…
holding the treasure high to the three moon….
thrusting it higher as an offering to the Three Moons to have her slave heart desire….


Her head falling back
then suddenly forward
her face covered with the long golden fiery tendrils framing about her face…
her eyes glaring from between the locks…
the dark passionate glare of her eyes….
giving evidence of the deep hidden slave desires burning with in her…


A lull in the music….
her unshielded beauty hared to All, except for the modest collar of her slavery gracing the tender
flesh of her neck. …
her heart pounding furiously….
her hips and belly rocking, writhing and wrenching with its desire…
the music began its frantic beat….
her breathing rapid and shallow evidenced by the rising and falling of her bare exposed breasts….
.suddenly she cries out….
her desperation…..
falling to the ground….
the silk upon the treasure gracefully falling off as she descends to the ground…………


the treasure still grasped tightly in her hands as she extends her arms before her….
falling forward placing the treasure upon the glistening silver tray…. The larma fruit…


She stretches before the larma, as though she is puts herself at the mercy of the imaginary Master represented by it…..
raising her gaze as in homage….
the looks in her eyes of her….
total surrender…..
her desperation….
her passion…her needs and desires…..
Her needs as exposed as her collared body….
as the strands of the music moans as her slave heart does….
extending her right arm, fingers grasping desperately at the larma taking it within her grasp….
her hips still undulating…her breasts pressed tight against the floor…
her golden fiery locks caressing down the smooth skin of her backside….
lifting the larma high…..
slamming it down breaking the shell of the sweet fruit….
rolling upon her back….
lifting the fruit high above her body…her fingers grasping at the fruit, squeezing and allowing it to flow upon her body…..
writhing, twisting, turning from the sweet stickiness caress her flesh…..


Rolling back upon her knees…rising to one knee and gracefully rising….
body in surrender….
the sharp intake of breathe as the wanton slave desire filling her soul…..
her moans and cries increasing with the swirl of the music to its maddening frenzied climax…….
spinning….
whirling……the music suddenly stopping, she falls to the floor, helpless….
vulnerable….
a female slave….


Her body shining under the flaming lights of the torches…….
shining with a sheen of the sweat and sweet nectar of the fruit……gasping for breathe……her full beautiful voluptuous breasts lifting and falling as she drinks in deeply the air within her starving body……Her pouty lips ported,….
every fiber of her body strained……to please the Master and Mistresses of the Great Room……she raises herself to her hands and knees….


Crawling slowly and purposefully as a jungle feline…….
hungry….
wanting….
her head lowered in surrender…….
reaching the One, lowering herself to her slave belly…………
extending her right hand to caress His foot as she lifts her head………..
her darkened passionate eyes…..
breathlessly speaking…..
"You, Master Warrior Spirit, is this girl’s Master and this girl begs to be Your slave."


Warrior Spirit:

taken aback by the girl's request....knowing what must be done if she is denied....*

I accept the girl as My slave and she will soon wear the ko-lar of Warrior Spirit....



Warrior Spirit:

a beautiful dance kajira...I am proud of you....



sana'torvis{KI}:
~breathing hard and attempting to catch her breath as she savors Ubar's kiss...her heart filled with joy at His words~