Original_Cyn2
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This is a good old bodice ripper for all you romantic pirates out there *smiling*. I’d like to keep the main characters to tried and proven Lit members…but…new and promising writers are what Literotica is all about so I encourage you to audition for a smaller role – or, wow me, and walk off with a main character. I’m open and I adore new talent. My largest pet peeves are those who do not take the time and/or interest in their storylines to put some quality creativity into their prose…oh yes, and spell check, please.
The Outline: The story takes place on the Australian outback amongst a small group of Gorean slave girls “sisters” captured from their rustic camp. The key roles will be the sisters, their kidnappers and possibly, if anyone is interested, the Masters/mentors that are now slaveless. Anyone who understands the concept of Gorean honor will recognize the vast potential in that facet of the story.
Please IM your cast bio first and wait for confirmation before posting:
How the storyline begins:
She slung the reins wearily over the saddlehorn, her palms tight against the throbbing ache in the middle of her back. Massaging no longer worked, the muscles so rigid she wondered, briefly, if she’d be able to get down when the time came. Well, that would be his problem, she thought waspishly.
With a sigh she removed her hat, feeling with disgust the sweaty dirt ring that encircled her forehead. With a glare, she dared the menacing figure on horseback in front of her to utter a single word. There’d been a time when his presence had terrified her, one glance enough to send her scurrying in an opposite direction.
That had been nearly two weeks ago, when she and her sisters had been abducted from their camp. Two very long, agonizing weeks of hard pounding, bone wearying, aggressive riding that had left her mind dull, her soul weary and her spirit…beaten. The first day she’d thought she’d die, terror flooding her soul at what might happen, her relentless imagination inexorable and insistent.
Epona paused in her thoughts, a small smile of derisive amusement painting her chapped lips as she remembered some of those fears. Compared to her current reality, those horrors seemed… almost pleasant.
“A rare treasure, that…” his tone, mocking and loud enough to bring laughter from several of the other men nearby, shocked her from her thoughts, his touch against the soft skin of her jaw nearly de-horsing her as she shied away from him. She cried out, bringing more laughter from all, when his hand, rock hard and punishing clamped down on the silken, aching skin of one thigh, penetrating muscle that screamed in response.
“No!” her cry rang out enraged, his attention re-illuminating the nightmares that had played through her imagination for weeks. Her body, every muscle, shrieked in protest. Epona flung her head back, raising her eyes in defiance. She took in the broad smile, the white teeth, the teasing laughter that seemed to emanate from all of him save those cold, dark eyes and felt all her despair, all the misery and pain accumulated over their trek swamp her senses. She felt his touch grow gentle, saw concern flicker through the black depths of those insufferable eyes before the darkness reached out to her, shrouding her senses in the dim, quiet reprieve of unconsciousness.
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The Outline: The story takes place on the Australian outback amongst a small group of Gorean slave girls “sisters” captured from their rustic camp. The key roles will be the sisters, their kidnappers and possibly, if anyone is interested, the Masters/mentors that are now slaveless. Anyone who understands the concept of Gorean honor will recognize the vast potential in that facet of the story.
Please IM your cast bio first and wait for confirmation before posting:
How the storyline begins:
She slung the reins wearily over the saddlehorn, her palms tight against the throbbing ache in the middle of her back. Massaging no longer worked, the muscles so rigid she wondered, briefly, if she’d be able to get down when the time came. Well, that would be his problem, she thought waspishly.
With a sigh she removed her hat, feeling with disgust the sweaty dirt ring that encircled her forehead. With a glare, she dared the menacing figure on horseback in front of her to utter a single word. There’d been a time when his presence had terrified her, one glance enough to send her scurrying in an opposite direction.
That had been nearly two weeks ago, when she and her sisters had been abducted from their camp. Two very long, agonizing weeks of hard pounding, bone wearying, aggressive riding that had left her mind dull, her soul weary and her spirit…beaten. The first day she’d thought she’d die, terror flooding her soul at what might happen, her relentless imagination inexorable and insistent.
Epona paused in her thoughts, a small smile of derisive amusement painting her chapped lips as she remembered some of those fears. Compared to her current reality, those horrors seemed… almost pleasant.
“A rare treasure, that…” his tone, mocking and loud enough to bring laughter from several of the other men nearby, shocked her from her thoughts, his touch against the soft skin of her jaw nearly de-horsing her as she shied away from him. She cried out, bringing more laughter from all, when his hand, rock hard and punishing clamped down on the silken, aching skin of one thigh, penetrating muscle that screamed in response.
“No!” her cry rang out enraged, his attention re-illuminating the nightmares that had played through her imagination for weeks. Her body, every muscle, shrieked in protest. Epona flung her head back, raising her eyes in defiance. She took in the broad smile, the white teeth, the teasing laughter that seemed to emanate from all of him save those cold, dark eyes and felt all her despair, all the misery and pain accumulated over their trek swamp her senses. She felt his touch grow gentle, saw concern flicker through the black depths of those insufferable eyes before the darkness reached out to her, shrouding her senses in the dim, quiet reprieve of unconsciousness.
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