Srp - Gor

[diamond_gurl]

Myla

Refusing to speak to him as he tells her how to heel. Still not understanding the animal natue of his treatment of her, she begins to wonder about this man before her. His commanding presence, his self-assuredness, and his air of dominance. So very intriguing to her. Unbelievably, she feels a warmness beginning to stir in the pit of her belly. Shaking her head furiously she tries to toss such feelings from her mind and body. Myla follows him into the structure, unconsciously keeping to the two steps behind his left side. Her eyes trail upon the odd looking place, not of anything like she's seen before.

"This is Jor-El. He is physician and weel examin you. On the bed slave. Now." and again the goad moves slowly toward you as a reminder of what disobedience will bring you.

Myla's dark eyes widen at the words. Examination??? This man was going to touch her and by the look of things, he intended on doing his job thoroughly. Why can't I just die now??

She looks at her captor wildly, her eyes pleading for an escape from this hell. Her teeth digging into the inner velvet of her cheek as the slave goad moves towards her. Her body tenses, every muscle on edge as she crawls upon the table. Tears welling within her doe eyes.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

I stood leaning casually against the wall just inside of the door as Jor-El made his examination. Beginning at your scalp he checked for lice and any sign of previous injuries. He checked eyes, nose, throat ears, mouth and teeth. Moving lower he examined both breasts, your musculature and gradually down your body to your crotch, where the examination became much more intimate.

As he began to examine your anus and moved down each leg he said to me, "Rafe, she is Red Silk, but an excellent example of a female slave in her prime. You did well in buying this one. When her training is completed, she will bring a very high price indeed. Her looks and form assure that and the training I know she will receive guarantee it will be so."

As he had you turn over onto your belly and moved from your feet up your body to your head, I replied, "I hope so my friend. This one has a great deal of spirit. I hope I can not break it, but channel it into making her a superb slave."

The examination completed Jor-El moved to his desk to begin making notations on your new papers of slavery to certify your health and condition.

"Up slave. Come to me and heel as I told you."

Turning I stood in the door and when you were in position we again walked through the house. Now and then I had to stop to answer a question, make a decision on a House matter. All manner of people wandered the corridors and staircases as we walked; however, the majority were females wearing either a loincloth style garment or a brief sleeveless tunic tied at the left shoulder to hold it in place. The hem barely covering their crotches. The cloth in various colors, although the majority were red and they wore either an enameled steel collar in the with the base color matching the cloth of her garment and in the center bands of black, yellow, black, blue and black again denoting she belongs to my House, as does the small tag reading "Property of House of Rafe" in Gorean or a similar colored ankle cuff of steel with bells attached.

Eventually we reach a room and enter. Yyou stopped dead in your tracks staring, mouth agape and eyes wide. There's a naked woman on her knees and she's playing with herself and crying uncontrollably. Her superb body is shuddering with each gasping breath she takes and tears are streaming down her face, but her hands never cease in her giving herself sexual pleasure.

"Have you released slave?"

"N-no Master. Pl-leeaasse let a slave release Master. I'll go insane if you don't or I'll fail you. I can't hold it much longer Master," she stammers and begs.

I remove the slave whip from my belt as I cross to her and squat before her.

"This is my newest purchase slave. I wish her to see how a true slave behaves. You have pleased me and will be rewarded by letting you choose the meal of your choice this morning and you may have watered wine or juice with it.
"Hold for just a few more moments slave. I have instructions for the new slave." As I've been speaking the coiled whip has been slowly slid over her breasts and nipples so the scent of the leather and it's feel would add to her excitement and arousal.

"Pp-lease hurry Master. I'm sooo close, so clooose."

Rising again I walk to you and say, "That will be you slave in time. She obeyed. She didn't, umm, cum as commanded. She will be rewarded. She will be allowed pleasure now. You will watch. Turn you head, close you eyes and be punished.
"Watch and learn. Watch and see you soon."

I set the goad and whip, my weapons on the bed and undress fully then turn to the kneeling slave.

"Bring the furs to the side of the bed slave and you may now beg for what it is you now desire more than anything else."

As she obeys I turn to you again, "Kneel slave. Now. Knees Wide apart. Hands behind neck. Stay that way or be punished."

The furs are spread faster than they have been in a long, long time. She kneels and the prostates herself before me begging and pleading, "Master please take this slave. Please use her for your pleasure in any way you choose. If she is pleasing to Master pllleaassee grant her release as you use her Master. Her body screams and begs for what only you may permit Master."

"Show me how desperately you need it slave."

In a flash she's on her knees and leaning forward to capture my hardness in her mouth. Without hesitation she takes in all with and the stretching of her throat can be clearly seen as my cock is swallowed. It can be watched as she swallows over and over. Her throat muscles clenching it as she strokes it at the same time.

Her hands moved to my body. One cupped my rather heavy and large sac and fondled it, kneaded it, stretched it. The other moved behind me to play with my ass and it's tight opening. All to give me pleasure and rouse my passions to the point that I too would have to release as greatly as she does.

Her hair is pulled to remove her from me and squatting I lightly slap her face then pull her to me for a Master's Kiss of Claiming and Ownership. The kiss only a slave would know and recognize, want and lust for.

Laying in the furs I call her to me. "Mount and ride slave. Pleasure your Master and yourself. Ride me hard slave, ride me fast slave and don't hold back on your song of pleasure. Master likes hearing it as you know."

I hadn't finished speaking before she moved. She straddled my hips, gripped my cock, unable to wrap her hand around it, and positioned it under her. Her juices flowing in a near stream onto it's large deep red head. With a shout of acceptance, pleasure her legs shot out to the side in a near split and her body weight dropped her fully on to my cock. . . she impaled her cunt then sat shuddering and screaming out her pleasure, her lust as her cunt squeezed my cock in a wet, velvet vise.

Leaning forward, her small hands on my chest, her hips moved as if she'd been struck by the slave goad. As she rode and fucked me my hands filled with her heavy and hard tits. Hard from the ceaseless pleasure she'd been giving them. Kneading, pulling, twisting them and then the same to the nipples, pinching and rolling, pulling, tugging.

Her breaths were fevered gasps, her eyes wild and begging as she screamed and moaned unable to speak at the feelings shooting through her body to her mind.

"CUMMMM!! CUMMM SLAVE!! MASTER COMMANDS IT!! YOU OBEY AND CUMMM FOR ME!! CUMMM NOW!!!"

Her body went into spasms and her hips dropped fully so she could grind on me while I was buried as deeply as possible within her. My eyes closed at the feelings, her scent and her song they were all so overwhelming.

Opening them again I looked over at you. Your eyes were wide open and locked on us and, unconsciously, your hands were on your body. One moving breast to breast playing with the nipples, in looked as if you could be hurting them you were pinching and pulling them so hard. Your other hand was at your crotch and two fingers were buried in your cunt, your thumb on your clit as you fucked yourself while watching a slave serve and pleasure her Master.

The slave riding me went into a seemingly endless series of orgasms as she alternated fucking me as hard, fast and well as she could. When she felt my cock swell within her, her motions changed to fast hunching movements, her hands moved behind her so she could play with my balls and a finger, wetted in her mouth slid into my ass to massage my prostate.

That was all I could stand, or cared to at least. I pulled her down to my chest, rolled us over and drove my cock into her as fast and hard as I could.

Her legs lifted, her back arched to offer me the deepest penetration possible. Her hands moved behind me again to resume what they'd been doing. As I felt my balls tighten and a Master's most precious gift to his slave shooting up the shaft of my cock, I drove in and ground hard, very hard on her cervix.

My bellow of pleasure matched her scream as we felt my cum exploding from my cock to fill her to overflowing.

She was kissed long, deeply and passionately as we regained out breath. Then I held her close and caressed her back and ass as I looked over at you.

Your eyes were glazed with lust, your hands moving more feverishly. Your release had to be imminent.

"NO SLAVE !!" I bellowed. "NO!! YOU WILL HOLD IT!! YOU WILL STOP!! NOW!!"

 

[diamond_gurl]

As Myla laid on the table and awaited the "examination", she turned her head towards the Man. He was leaning nonchantly against the wall as if he had witnessed this a hundred times over. Perhaps he had. Perhaps she truly was a slave, a piece of property, to be used and discarded as he pleased. Her eyes began to cloud with miosture again, blurring her vision of him.

She laid still through the examination, which wasn't so bad. Though it took all she had not to kick the hell out of Jor-El when he prodded her ass. She still thought it was much better than having a speculum shoved to open up her body as they did on Earth. A soft little groan slides past her lips as she is rolled upon her stomach, glad for the moment to have the most intimate parts of her body shielded from their eyes.

"Up slave. Come to me and heel as I told you."

Looking to the Jor-El man as he makes his notations, she scowls at him, showing absolutely no kindness for this man who had just taken it upon himself to feel her up. Standing to the left of him, two paces behind, Myla looked before her, suddenly curious about her new surroundings. If she truly wasn't on earth, she would have to become comfortable in her new place. Adjust and deal. She could do that, but she must make him understand she was no slave. She was a woman, free to do as she pleased. Her eyes again, began to examine the man leading her though his home, or what she only could assume was his home or business. He seemed rather successful in whatever he did. Many times they stopped as she followed him.

Myla observed the females within the place. Most of them kept their eyes down and wore next to nothing upon their bodies. She felt a bit more comfortable in her naked state, besides she felt the appreciative looks of the men they crossed paths with. The attention did thrill her to no end. It always had. Myla noticed around the necks of the women, there were steel collars. Her liquid brown eyes examined it as well as she could as they passed a few of the ladies. It seemed so heavy. They looked as if they had been welded on or locked for permanancy. This caused Myla to swallow deeply, her hand swept along the curve of her neck.

He turned the corner and opened a door. Myla followed cautiously, keeping room between herself and him, not knowing what to expect. Her body became rigid as she heard the sobs within the center of the room. Her eyes fell upon a heap of bare flesh, feverishly fingering herself. Her legs were stretched wide, her face, just as tear streaked as Myla's had been upon the examination table. Myla noticed that her flesh was flushed and she looked to be in an exquisite state of torture.

"Have you released slave?"

"N-no Master. Pl-leeaasse let a slave release Master. I'll go insane if you don't or I'll fail you. I can't hold it much longer Master," she stammers and begs.

Myla cannot bear to watch this. Her own eyes turning as he lowers near to the writhing girl upon the floor. Shivering within her body, Myla crosses her arms over her heaving breasts. Embarrassed that she is witnessing this, Myla searches for an escape. Anywhere. Anyway to get out of here. She hears his voice as he speaks to the wailing girl.

"This is my newest purchase slave. I wish her to see how a true slave behaves. You have pleased me and will be rewarded by letting you choose the meal of your choice this morning and you may have watered wine or juice with it.
"Hold for just a few more moments slave. I have instructions for the new slave."

Unknowingly, Myla looks towards him as he speaks, not paying attention that she did respond to his addressing her as a slave.

"That will be you slave in time. She obeyed. She didn't, umm, cum as commanded. She will be rewarded. She will be allowed pleasure now. You will watch. Turn you head, close you eyes and be punished.
"Watch and learn. Watch and see you soon."

Myla takes a deep breath. Her arms still around her body, nearly crushing her ribs as she is ordered to watch this. She is amazed, embarassed, shamed, not believing this is real.

This cannot be happening to me. This cannot be happening to me.

Myla catches sight of the goad and whip as he places them upon the bed.

If I can just get over there quick enough....

Myla diverts her eyes back to the two, Master and slave, not wanting him to notice she's spotted the vulnerable items.

"Kneel slave. Now. Knees Wide apart. Hands behind neck. Stay that way or be punished."

The words spoken to Myla, she melts to the floor in a kneel. Her thighs modestly apart, having no intention of opening herself completely for the animal before her. Her hands lifting behind her head, fingertips resting upon the nape of her neck. Myla's breasts lift higher, the perfect roundness inviting the cradle of a palm, her nipples betraying her body as they tighten into stiff chocolate peeks. "No..not now." she thinks. She can feel the heat between her legs brushing upon her inner thighs. Myla lowers her eyes, trying not to fully witness the scene playing out before her. Wishing she could gag the girl as she begs him for pleasure.

How silly...begging him to let her have an orgasm?? Whatever.

Unable to resist as the conversation between the two continue, Myla looks directly at the Master and slave. Amazed at the his body, she gawks openly. The muscles adorning every exposed inch of his tanned flesh. An exquisite male creation. An Adonis. Myla blinks for a moment. This cannot be the same person. Not the man who just moments ago struck her down with that electric item. Her eyes travel upon the girl's mouth wrapped around the length of his cock. The girl's throat seems to expand as he plows into her mouth, fucking her red face.

Myla freezes as her thoughts begin to focus upon how much better she could perform than the girl. Her oval shaped eyes narrowing as she nearly chuckles aloud, knowing she could suck him so much better, wondering when she became such a slut.

Nevertheless, Myla continues to observe closely, beginning to lose herself in the interactions of the two. The obvious dominance and submission of the two very intriguing to her. The extra stimulation upon the man's ass administered by the girl. BY this time, Myla's legs had stretched wide apart. Her hands lowerd to the flared thighs, stroking lightly as the scents of raw sexual heat flooded her senses.

Willing herself to stop silently, Myla feels weak to her own pleading to cease. Her hand slides over the opened folds of her slick cunt. Teasing her creamy lips, freshly shaven from the previous day, the smooth flesh shining within the light of the room. Myla slides her finger between them, sinking it deep into her swollen, pink walls. She gasps softly as the digit enters. He reys focused again on the slave as she rides him. The Master.

Myla's thumb finds her clit. The little nub peeking from it's hood, erect and throbbing, aching to be touched. Growling softly as the movements of the slave intensifys, Myla begins to bounce up and down herself upon the single finger, then easing another to join it. Fucking her fingers she grabs her breast, fingers digging into the jiggling flesh, nearly leaving herself bruised. Fingers fanning down to her thickened nipples, twisting and pulling them as hard as she can. So incredibly hard, she winces as the slight pain enhances the pleasure she is building upon.

"CUMMMM!! CUMMM SLAVE!! MASTER COMMANDS IT!! YOU OBEY AND CUMMM FOR ME!! CUMMM NOW!!!"

Myla didn't hear the screams of the slave girl, nor did she hear her own screams just yet. She heard his voice. The demanding tone, the order for the orgasm. Myla leaned forth upon her hands and knees. Her breasts swinging beneath her as she jammed her fingers inside her honeyed cunt. The wet noises squeaked from her pussy as she begins to buck against them. Myla begins pant, gasp for air to fill her lungs. Her groans low and animal like as she teeters on the edge of climax.

"NO SLAVE !!" I bellowed. "NO!! YOU WILL HOLD IT!! YOU WILL STOP!! NOW!!"

His screaming voice drowns out as Myla's rises and her orgasm bursts free. Her body drops to the floor as she begins to convulse in absolute pleasure. Her hand trapped between the sweet crush her inner thighs as her cream spilled upon her hand.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

[B]Rafe:[/B]

"NO SLAVE !!" I bellowed. "NO!! YOU WILL HOLD IT!! YOU WILL STOP!! NOW!!"

His screaming voice drowns out as Myla's rises and her orgasm bursts free. Her body drops to the floor as she begins to convulse in absolute pleasure. Her hand trapped between the sweet crush her inner thighs as her cream spilled upon her hand.

*******

The slave laying on my chest jumped at my sudden yell. She moved to her knees, head down and arms crossed before her murmuring fearfully, "What Master? What did this slave do?"

Sitting up, I cupped her face and lifted it for a gentle kiss before answering. "Nothing sweet slave. You were exquisite, as usual," I said with a gentle smile before continuing. "It's the new slave. She has disobeyed me twice. She will have to be punished now.
"You are excused and tell the Head Trainer what I said about your breaking fast and also that I've given you the morning off. I will be seeing you again, very soon, slave," I said with a big smile.

Then my hand reached for the slave whip on the bed as I uncoiled and rose to my full height. The frown on my face would made have any slave's heart to nearly stop in terror at what it foretold.

The little slave thanked me profusely and after quickly dressing scurried from the room with a glance at the slave still on the floor. She gave her a look of pity for she knew how loud and long she'd be screaming as she was taught the consequences of disobedience.

Moving to a chest I drew out a set of slave cuffs with chain between them. Moving to the supine slave one was quickly secured on each of your wrists. Then the chain was gripped and used to drag you bodily across the floor. Under an overhead hook with length of chain and an added hook I bodily lift you to your feet. Both arms are stretched overhead and clipped to the hook on the chain leaving you on tiptoe.

"You disobeyed. Three times. You moved from position without permitting. You pleasured youself without permitting. You released when told No.
"Now slave, you learn what punishment is.
"Ten strokes of the slave whip to back for moving.
"Ten strokes to you ass for pleasuring.
"Then the kiss of slave goad to you, umm, pussy for releasing when told No.
"You have ta remember slave obeys Master always in everyting."

Stepping to the side I begin with your back. Slowly, methodically you are given ten lashes. A pause between each one so that you can fully feel each as well as the welt beginning to rise and stretch the skin painfully.

As you writhe, scream and move, trying to escape the inescapable-the intense pain, I move to get and take a drink of my juice. Then stand watching and listening to you and your words, not all of which I understand.

Once you've calmed down a bit I set down the jug and walk to you again. Your pleas and begging, your tears leave me unmoved. Once again the slave whip ‘hisses' it's song as it slices through the air before striking your hard, taut buttocks leaving a red stripe and welt after each kiss. I move so that the tips even strike into the tender and protected cleft of your ass on both cheeks. The final lash is given to where ass cheek meets upper thigh so every movement will serve as a reminder. This elicits even more frenzied screams and movements from you.

Again I move away when the promised strokes have been administered. This time I lay down the whip and take up the slave goad before once more drinking as I wait for you to calm once more.

 

[diamond_gurl]

Myla

Myla was barely aware of the movement, nor the conversation between the other two as she orgasmed. The rise and fall of her pleasure was number one within her thoughts. Her mind was flooded with the images of the two, the sharp spasms of delight swept over her again and again as she rolled upon the floor. Her bare body wet, glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her inner thighs slick with the kiss of her own spilled sex juices.

As her heavy breathing finally stopped ringing within her ears, she her the rattle of chains. Immediately, she remembered where she was and what was happening. Panick set in as the two had disappeared from her line of sight. Her pleasure was dimmed into pure fear. As she sought to turn, her wrists were caught in the cuffs and she was being drawn across the floor.

"Nooooooo..."

Her voice screamed hoarsely as she was stretched upwards, lenghtening her before him. She swayed as the tip of her toes tried to balance her hanging form. Her chestnut eyes were reddened with absolute fright as he spoke to her in a near unhumanly snarl.

"You disobeyed. Three times. You moved from position without permitting. You pleasured youself without permitting. You released when told No.
"Now slave, you learn what punishment is.
"Ten strokes of the slave whip to back for moving.
"Ten strokes to you ass for pleasuring.
"Then the kiss of slave goad to you, umm, pussy for releasing when told No.
"You have ta remember slave obeys Master always in everyting."

Eyes wide as he speaks, Myla stares at him. Her mind still fighting as he wields the whip. She sees him reach back, recoiling for the first strike. As the whip hisses upon her flesh, her body bucks savagely. Gritting her teeth, tears already streaming down her ruddy flesh as she tries to move, trying to keep out of his range of motion. Within moments the second lash slices into the curve of her back, an intense shudder rages through her as she feels the deep, painful burning of welts laced upon her back. Her mind screams out as she does verbally, counting each strike.

Three...four...five..six...seven...eight...nine...

Her head hangs downwards as tenth strike is administered. Her sobs the only sound within the room. Pleading with him to stop.

"Ohhhh..God....pleaseeeee..."

Her voice and body trembles, having never experienced anything like this before.

"I'm begging to you stop this...I'll do anything..give you anything...please...no more..."

Myla feels herself of the brink. The very edge of collaspe as he gives her a brief reprieve from this torture. Her body marked with his punishment, perfectly baring the marks of his whip. Just as Myla begins to calm, she senses his movement. Her body jerks as the whip falls.

"FUCKKKKKKKKkk...."

The explicit word rings forth as the whip begins to pop at her ass. The curved cheeks bouncing with the welts being applied. Her body feeling entirely too hot, believing she must have entered the devil's lair as the punishment continues. Her toes begin to cramp as she swings with the rain of whips. Her ass bright red with uniform marks from the whip. Feverish cries permeate the air, her lips quiver as the last strike is laid.

Myla begins to pull and twist. Trying everything in her power to break free, needing to be away from this man, this place. Her tears burst anew as she realizes she cannot. There is no escape. And he promised the slave goad on her most intimate of places. Her wet pussy creased between her thighs already throbbing from her previous pleasure, she thought. Or from the abuse she just was given? The thought of the electricity pulsing through it scared the hell out of her. Knowing she has only one chance to escape the punishment, she begins to speak quickly, praying to the heavens that he understands.

"Please...Sir...Master...I can't take anymore."

Myla's gentle brown eyes softening as she begs for his forgiveness.

"Please..I'll do anything. I'll behave. I'll listen to your words and follow. I'll be perfect. I'll be your...your...."

Her words trail off as she tries to avoid the word, knowing it is the only way. The only thing that she is worthy of as far as he is concerned.

"slave."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

"Please...Sir...Master...I can't take anymore."

Myla's gentle brown eyes softening as she begs for his forgiveness.

"Please..I'll do anything. I'll behave. I'll listen to your words and follow. I'll be perfect. I'll be your...your...."

Her words trail off as she tries to avoid the word, knowing it is the only way. The only thing that she is worthy of as far as he is concerned.

"slave."

******

Standing holding the goad in one hand I listen to your pleas. I silently go over the mostly unused words of Urth language as I formulate my response so there's no misunderstanding on your part

Finally I walk to you and stand with my bare chest touching your sweat slicked nipples with the lightest pressure. The goad is used to raise your head and I look into your eyes as I speak slowly and quietly.

"You disobeyed. I am your Master as are all men on Gor and some woman. You are propty now and only live to please, give pleasure and obey.
"I give you instructions. You disobeyed. That will always bring punishment. This is mild one.
If you do the same again it will be harder for you.
"You Will be perfect always. You are correct you are my slave and nothing else so long as I own you. If I sell you then you will have new owner and be their slave. You will always be slave until you die.
"You can take more. Much more. You find the pain exciting slave. You will learn to love pain I think as some do." As I finish the last the butt of the grip of the slave goad presses to your pussy and slides upward. As your hips move and you make sounds of pleasure I continue speaking,"You see what I said was true now slave? You like the pain.
"If I don't finish you punishment then I have fail you. I have not done what I said I would do. I have lied to you. That will not ever happen slave."

As I've spoken my thumb has flicked on the switch on the goad. The dial is on a low setting. It will hurt but not with the intensity it did in the courtyard. Before you can respond to my last words the tip touches you. It presses into your slit to hit your clit. The flow of electricity drives through your clit into your cunt, your ass and up your body. Through both breasts, both nipples to explode in your head.

It's held there while you dance and scream for a slow three count and then is removed. I toss it onto my bed and stand watching you and waiting for what you have to say next.

 

[diamond_gurl]

Myla

Myla's mind raced with confusion as he approached her. Unsure whether he heard her pleas, whether he would give her what she desired or deny the request, she gazed upon him. Tears misted her eyes as his chest grazed the tips of her highly sensitive nipples. The tight dark cinnamon caps already ached and he was adding to their distress. She flinched as the goad is lifted, so close to her flesh, knowing it would only take a tenth of a second for her to feel it's bite.

"You disobeyed. I am your Master as are all men on Gor and some woman. You are propty now and only live to please, give pleasure and obey.
"I give you instructions. You disobeyed. That will always bring punishment. This is mild one.
If you do the same again it will be harder for you.
"You Will be perfect always. You are correct you are my slave and nothing else so long as I own you. If I sell you then you will have new owner and be their slave. You will always be slave until you die.
"You can take more. Much more. You find the pain exciting slave. You will learn to love pain I think as some do." As I finish the last the butt of the grip of the slave goad presses to your pussy and slides upward. As your hips move and you make sounds of pleasure I continue speaking,"You see what I said was true now slave? You like the pain.
"If I don't finish you punishment then I have fail you. I have not done what I said I would do. I have lied to you. That will not ever happen slave."

As he speaks, explaining her situation, making it crystal clear what she is, what he expects and what is to happen right now, she begins to cry yet again. Knowing of no other release for the emotion swirling within her. So many questions thundering within her mind, but knowing she has much greater things to deal with in the present.

She had rocked her hips against the handle of that punishment instrument without realizing it. She had moaned like a common whore as he pressed it against her. As much as she was apalled by her actions, she couldn't deny that she had been very aroused and needing to burst again. But...But..that didn't mean she liked it?? Did it???

Myla was lost in his words, in her own confusing thoughts as he flicked the switch of the goad on. His voice came to a halt and Myla's mouth open to beg again for his leniency and was hit with the goad.

Her body stiffened as the shock pulsed into her fuck hole. She felt as if a fire was being ignited directly within her velvet wet walls. She couldn't stand it as the seconds passed. Her head fell back, her stretched body twisted and wriggled as she screamed with the pain shooting through her body. Myla felt as though her heart should have stopped, but it kept on pumping. Her grasp on her former reality gone as she saw black. Her eyes closed, lashes fluttering lightly, her wet body hangs limply before him.

 

[ariosto]

OOC...regrets and good luck...you two are doing great!
Keep it up
I'm sure we'll post together again somewhere down the road.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

As you lapse into unconsciousness, I turn off the goad and toss it back onto my bed. My arms circles you and lifts to release the pressure and tension on your cuffs. The chain is unhooked and I carry you to the furs the slave and I so recently occupied, to our great pleasure,
as you watched.

I sit looking down at you sipping my juice wait until you've come back to me again. Eventually you stir and shudder, moan in the remembered pain of the goad's electric kiss, the pain from the welts marking your back and ass.

I sit silently until you've recovered and look up at me with tears in your eyes and trickling down your lovely smooth cheeks.

"The marks will go soon, but you'll remember them for all time. The goad will also never be forgotten but left no marks.
"Now you know. Now you are slave. Now you know that is all you are. Now you know all you live for is to obey, please and pleasure.
"Isn't that right slave?
"If you do know then show me. Show Master how this new slave can pleasure."

 

[diamond_gurl]

Myla

In her dreams, Myla saw visions of earth, of her family and friends. They were enjoying themselves at a picnic and calling for Myla to join them. She tried to move to them but couldn't. No matter how much she struggled, they seemed to be slipping further and further from her reach. She began to run for them, trying to reach the fading images but knew they were lost.

Myla's eyes opened as she cried out. Blinking rapidly, she tried to focus upon her surroundings. Entirely confused she attempted to turn her body, but her try was met with a sharp pain upon her back and ass. Suddenly she remembered. She could feel each one of the sore welts adorning her silky flesh. They burned and ached whenever she moved. She felt the tingling upon her sex as she recalled the fierceness of the slave goad. Trembling her eyes close again trying to block out the recent memories.

Myla's hand slides upon the luxurious furs. She begins to wonder how long she's been asleep and where he is. Slowly, she turns her head and sees him, sitting down watching her intently. Myla's eyes instantly fill with tears as she gazes boldly upon his form. Not understanding the reality of the situation, still unsure about some things, but knowing that he is in control.

"The marks will go soon, but you'll remember them for all time. The goad will also never be forgotten but left no marks.
"Now you know. Now you are slave. Now you know that is all you are. Now you know all you live for is to obey, please and pleasure.
"Isn't that right slave?
"If you do know then show me. Show Master how this new slave can pleasure."

Myla listened to him quietly. Letting his words sink into her mind. Her body screamed all the while with the bites of the whip and the lasting impression of the slave goad. She flipped over and over in her mind what he had said.

Show Master how this new slave can pleasure.

Her entire body blushing with color, wondering how she can do this. How can she give this man, who has treated her like an animal, pleasure? How is she supposed to be aroused by him? Myla allowed her eyes the pleasure of trailing upon him again. He was quite a specimen of a man. She recalled the sight of his meat as he played with the other girl. He was thick and lengthy. She felt the quickening between her legs as she assessed his fuckability. Realizing that it didn't matter if she deemed him worthy or know, knowing she would either submit or he would possibly take what he wanted. She shoke her head as the idea of him taking her, sent a shiver along her spine. Myla stop, she spoke to herself silently, just do it and get it over with.

Whispering a soft prayer, Myla moves her body. Groaning as she attempts to rise upon her hands and knees. Not bothering to stand, she crawls to him. Her generous hips sqying..inviting him to touch what he now owns. Her liquid brown eyes piercing his in an intense stare. Taking a deep breath, she lowers her head to his booted feet. Her nostrils flare as she breaths in the leather, feeling her body leap within. Already, her juices have begun to stew. Her sex lips swollen with the punishment from earlier, wet with her own desire. Embarrassed she seeks to bury her face into the boot worship. Her lips brushing kisses upon the leather. She adds wet licks of adoration, her pink tongue flicking out quickly.

Myla lifts her head to look upon him. The ache in her back furious as she slithers closely to him. Her breasts crushing against his shins as she slithers her way up to his knees. Thighs spread wide, positioned over his boot toe, she lowers herself upon the tip, soft groans as the leather rides against her open, creamy slit. Her full lips adorned with a fresh coat of saliva from the licks of her tongue, her mind racing as she wonders what it would be like for them to be coated with your seed. Moaning as she lowers her head to your crotch, her face nuzzling into your open lap.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

"The slave's lips and tounge feel good on her master's feet. She is learnng well," I say in a soft voice as I watch you.

The feel of your lush breasts and hard nipples sliding up my leg as your position yourself over my sandaled feet is thrilling as I know it is to you. You scent of arousal already evident in as it rises around us and even more so as you straddle and settle onto my foot. You wet slit coating my foot with the juices beginning to seep from within you.

"Yes slave you may use your mouth on me. It will please me to watch as you clean the mixed juices from my cock and then I will wait to see what else you offer Master for his pleasure.
"I know some Urth woman have knowledge of how. Let me see what you know my slave." As I'm been speaking softly again, my hand has been caressing your luxuriant long hair gently, tenderly. A definite counter point to the pain you've just received. " And you see now I was right. You find pain arousing, don't you slave. It makes you wet, makes you needy doesn't it?"

 

[diamond_gurl]

Myla

"Yes slave you may use your mouth on me. It will please me to watch as you clean the mixed juices from my cock and then I will wait to see what else you offer Master for his pleasure.
"I know some Urth woman have knowledge of how. Let me see what you know my slave." As I'm been speaking softly again, my hand has been caressing your luxuriant long hair gently, tenderly. A deifinite counter point to the pain you've just received. " And you see now I was right. You find pain arousing, don't you slave. It makes you wet, makes you needy doesn't it?"

Myla's body shivers, her mind racing with his approval. She can't believe the tenderness shown by him. Such harsh acts he did perform on her earlier. But now...now..Myla had pleased him and she had earned this moment. Her body was teetering on edge as he gave her permission to use her mouth. Her hands rush up his leathers, fingernails clawing along his thighs, trying to open them, fumbling with the unfamiliar clothing. Finally, she figures it out, and opens the fly. His hardened meat springing free, calling to her hungry mouth.

Myla's eyes grow large as she gazes upon her meal. She positions her body between his legs, her breasts crushing upon the edge of his seat. Her lustfilled eyes focused, the hunger running rampant as she cups his cockhead with her mouth. Lips settling around the spongy tip, she presses her tongue against the tiny slit, tasting the beginnings of Master's arousal. She swirls the taste within her mouth, savouring his hint of juice.

Myla becomes aware of his breathing, his reactions to her, the feel of him within her mouth. No longer does she attempt to fight but she accepts simply because she needs to hear his pleasure. The reason behind that need, unknown, but she's beginning to crave it.

Myla's mouth slowly slides down his hardened length, sucking at the veiny flesh easing into her mouth. She moves still, daring to take all of him...deeper..deeper..deeper..till she feels the head press to her throat. Instantly she gags, struggling to suppress the feeling, her nostrils flare and her eyes begin to tear up. Pulling back quickly, she takes a deep breath before crashing her face back upon his crotch. Unable to control herself, she begins to suck him, giving in to her most primal needs to feast from his body. Her tongue swirling around the organ, her teeth just grazing the flesh. Myla's moans and growls become heightened as her little slut body twists and grinds against him. Trying to fuck herself against his leg and foot, her honey drips from her open slit. Her lips fall upon the root of the Master's organ, holding her mouth over him, she sucks and sucks and sucks...trying to draw out the sweet cream needed to sustain her.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

My growls and moans of pleasure are accompanied by the hand in your hair moving your head back and forth up and down my cock.

My free hand reaches down and fills with one of your breats to knead and squeeze in time to you sucking and swallowing my cock.

I allow you to continue for a time before pulling your mouth from my cock. The hand in your hair pulls your head back so I can look into your eyes as I say, "Tell Master slut, tell me what you wish to do to pleasure Master next. You mouth is very talented slave."

The smile, my hoarse voice and the look in my eyes tell you just how much I was enjoying what you were doing and the upward pressure on your crotch lets you know I'm enjoying it as you pleasure yourself on my leg.

 

[diamond_gurl]

Myla

Myla shivers as his hand finds her head. He pushes her down upon the rod jabbing into the confines of her throat, choking her deliciously. Her breasts swollen, two pendulums swinging back and forth crushed in his vise like grip. She continues to bang her face down upon his lap hardly giving his cock more than a second within the air of the room. Myla's saliva coats its glistening length.

She cries out loud as her mouth is pulled away from him. Her eyes wide and willing, wanting all she is allowed to have, not desiring to cease now. Her head pulls against his fingers, struggling in his clamping hold on her locks.

"Tell Master slut, tell me what you wish to do to pleasure Master next. You mouth is very talented slave."

She searches for the answer to the question. Looking at him, trying to figure out what to say. Suddenly, she wonders what he desires. What would pleasure him? She remembers the words he spoke to her a bit earlier.

"Now you know. Now you are slave. Now you know that is all you are. Now you know all you live for is to obey, please and pleasure.

Her wet, aching lips part to answer him. Her eyes resting upon the his lust tinged glare. Not completely sure, but trying as she speaks to please him.

I wish to pleasure you in whatever way you desire....Master.

Her body slides forward, then back down, painting her juices along the press of his leg between her thighs. For a brief moment, Myla's head swings to the side and around as she humps his leg. Growling like a little pup as her clit is crushed with her movements.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

"Now is that what I want? Did I say how well you can pleasure yourself?
"You are to show me how well you can pleasure me."

OOC: See what happens when you put me in a spot like that. *g* I have to give you short posts in reply. *lil laugh*

 

[diamond_gurl]

Myla

OOC: Wicked, wicked Man..*L*

"Now is that what I want? Did I say how well you can pleasure yourself? "You are to show me how well you can pleasure me."

Myla freezes in her movements as he speaks. Her faces flames with a red fire as she is completely embarrassed. Fumbling her words as she murmurs, "sorry, Master." Her teeth gnash into the soft flesh of her lower lip as she lowers her head. Her lips pressing upon his knee, the soft kiss begging for forigveness as she doesn't desire to feel his displeasure with her anymore.

Her hands rest upon his knees as her head comes up. Eyes glazed with an intense desire as she stands before him, her body turning slowly until her back rests before him. The curve of her spine arched, her ass jutting back slightly. Pulling the length of her hair over the slope of her shoulder,she reveals his work upon her back and ass to him. The welts simmering with warmth, but the pain that placed them there still hot within her body.

She bends forward, her legs sliding out to the sides, she straddles his lap. Slowly, carefully...her body sinks down, just touching the tip of his cock to the honeyed slit of her cunt. The heat streaming from her body kisses his seeping slit. Myla's groans become hoarse as her thighs quiver. Trying to keep herself upright, teasing as she rocks back and forth, coating Master's head with her musky feminine juice.

Her head whips back and then forward, unable to take much more, she drops fully upon the erect length. She screams as if she has been torn open from the thick girth of the muscle. Shaking astride him, her body doesn't move. Her inner walls begin to squeeze, massaging around the pulsing thickness buried within her. She rocks back upon his lap, her back on his muscled chest, the pounding of his heart delighting her to no end.

Myla begins to circle her hips, round and round, grinding her pussy upon him. Lifting up a few inches and dropping down, she begins to fuck him, her newfound Master. Her body jiggles with each bounce, legs spread wide as she impales herself on his member. Her reddened, pulsing clit sticking directly from the shield of her little hood, begging to be fondled. Her eyes close, losing herself in the whirl of emotions threading through her as she seeks to please him in the way only a little slave slut can.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

OOC: Why thank you and I've also been called "wickely evil" by a lil one I know in rt. *chuckling*

IC:

I lean back on my arms to provide a back rest for my slave and watch over her shoulder as she moves, as she fucks me on her own for the first time. Her breasts are impressive as they bounce and jiggle, as they sway with each movement of her body. The dark nipples describe arcs and swing in the air.

Looking between her moving breasts I can see my cock as it is exposed as she raises her body and then vanishes as she drops back onto it again. I can feel her heated wetness each time she drops and my cock slams into the back of her cunt. This position doesn't allow full penetration, but soon she'll feel all of me deep inside of her.

I sit up again and one hand reaches around to capture a bouncing breast to knead and squeeze as my other hand drops to her crotch and a fingertip begins to tap and flick the hard, glistening clit I can see between her bare pussy lips.

My moans of appreciation and building passion match the cries she makes. I can't understand all of the words she's saying but the ones I do understand like " fuck me and so big " let me know that she's enjoying what she's doing and doing very well as well as what my hands are now doing to her.

 

[diamond_gurl]

Myla

Ohhhhh gawddddd...

Myla's screams echo through the air. The grunts coming from his lips fill her ear, driving her to perform. Her body quivers, unable to stop as she tosses her head upon his shoulder. Tresses strewn over his shoulder and chest, she suddenly bucks her hips. The touch of her clit causing her voice to cease. Her mouth held open wide, muscles tightening as the pleasure threatens to burst.

I'm going to cum...I'm going to cummmmmmm...

Myla trembles, feeling the unbelievable build of need inside. Never having felt this way, she doesn't understand it. Her control simply slipping away from her faster and faster as his fingers flick the pulsing little pearl. Her walls sheath his cock as she bounces wildly. Riding this man as if her life depended on it, andit just might. She can't slow her movements, her need to climax all encompassing.

Myla leans forward, stretching her upper body down, her feet planted firmly on the floor. She lifts her ass up and down, fucking him still, his hand caught upon her clit. Panting, she grips his legs, her fingernails digging little wells into his flesh, feeling the skin break beneath her clawing.

Myla begins to drown in the imminent pleasure. Her body seeking to burst, to cream upon the rod stroking her silky walls. She thrashes astride him, writhing and twisting seeking the sweet pinnacle of pleasure.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

My hands move. Your breast is left unattended and the fingers on your clit leave as the hand is pulled from between your stomach and thigh. The hands grip your strips, your welted ass cheeks as the fingers dig in and then I lift you bodily off my cock and push you down onto all fours on the furs beside the bed.

Dropping to my knees behind you one hand presses down between your shoulder blades forcing your shoulders and head to the furs. The other hand grips your hip to stop your movements as I growl, "Do you have permission to cum slave?" You need to beg slave and slowly so I can understand you." and you feel the head of my cock just barely touching the mouth of your throbbing cunt.

 

[silken_mystery]

Gor

I've currently been roleplaying Gor in a different Forum... though would love to come join this one if it is permitted

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

To silken mystery:

Well of course you're welcome to join in. *s
Why not either post to pm me a description of your character and some background on hi/her as well as where you'd like to enter the story.
If a Free Woman can be captured by Sunday if I get enough from diamond gurl or by Monday at the latest I'd think.
If as a slave, welll heh, heh, heh, heh (evil chuckles) perhaps even sooner.
PP

 

[diamond_gurl]

Myla

OOC:welcome silken..look forward to you joining us!

IC:

Myla screams out as she is pushed to the floor. Her ass flaming as his fingers dig into the still raw welts upon her flesh. The cry bloodcurdling as her body boils, needing to exploding. Upon her hands and knees, Myla looks back at him. Her eyes wide, confused as his strong hand pushes her downwards, crushing her breasts against the furs painfully. Unable to stop herself, despite the uncomfortable feeling, she thrusts her ass back, wantonly shaking it, trying to get him to fuck her sweet hole. Her arms reaching out grabbing ahold of the furs, trying to move regardless of his lethal hold.

Do you have permission to cum slave?" You need to beg slave and slowly so I can understand you."

As much as Myla wanted him to drive into the deep, hot recesses of her pussy. As much as she desired him to make himself one with her. She could not believe he just told her to beg to cum!

She begins to shake her head. Refusing to do anything remote as beg to cum. She frowned her body still aching...Her eyes close as she speaks to herself, just this once Myla...then..never again.

God, I must be so weak.

Keeping her eyes closed as she begins to plead with him, begging for the release she so needs to experience from him.

"pleaseeee..oh fuck..please let me cum. Allow this girl to feel you deep within my cunt, Master. Please fuck me, fuck me hard. Take this slut, Master. Please allow me to spill my cream for you...allow me this..if it pleasessssss.."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

My hand moves from your back and grips your other hip. Both are used to jerk you backward as my hips drive forward. My cock RAMS into you, slamming into your cervix as my belly 'smacks' against your tender ass cheeks with a sound almost as if they'd been spanked.

You're pushed forward as I draw back my hips and then jerked back onto the cock whose head is stretching your cunt's mouth widely as my hips again drive forward. My cock head ruthlessly drives the wet walls of your cunt apart until I again bottom out and slam onto your cervix as my balls swing forward into your slit to strike your clit. Then I griiiiind deeply in you, filling you completely and stretching you.

"Squeeze slave. Fuck me slave. I order it. NOW!!!"

 

[silken_mystery]

arrival of dejah

dejah:

She was within the exotics area of the slave house... lissom frame moved with bountiful chorus of tonned muscle.. hair the hue of wheat falling in shimmered waves down the sleek indolent arch of her back. Shift of pale blue eyes cast impish gaze about... indeed... a find start to dance training.. the musicians arranged then... look to the lithe sinew beast of a slave

a shuddered breath pulled into her lungs... head tipped back then slowly drawing the sensual lines of her throat to the surface and exposing his collar tongue flicked over lush lips as the lithe beast drew forth toward the low table afore his cushions.. The dance had proceeded without even an acknowledgment of start.. perhaps it had started a long time ago the table used in the dance her taut belly thrust against it's side raking the naked sensitivity of her bara against the fibers of wood her body arched in need hands caressing the table tenderly wantonly nails raked it's surface lips parted in lustful hunger as dark eyes pulled toward him as only a slave may look upon her Master ... especially one that provoked her fires.

the sleek lines of her body caress the table then dwindling down withering to knees her lips sought out it's surface in devoted kisses as if it were her Master that rested just at the other end ... pushing back from the table as if her wiles were denied those eyes raged with inner desires a slight curl of lips the girl intent on showing him her need ... sinew form lowered to the tiles then ... flesh shivered as she drew down upon her back that mane slacked slightly but only for a moment before it caressed her body with the lewd movements that drew forth... a raging beast of need she rolled on her sides and knees ... then prone and again supine, withering against the tiles hands caress flesh in her frustrated loneliness it seemed by the look in eyes ... fluid movements lifted her quivering frame upward to feet.. turning to face him in wonder if her movements had made impression

a gleam in azure eyes as if what she sought wasn't found she dropping to knees then small clenched fists struck the tiles in frustratation cresent whites of her nails scratched the smooth surface as she pushed forth on her belly the movement languid breasts flattened to the ground pinning pert breasts as her hip turned then rolling to her back ... the muscles of her thighs flattened and quivered a lift of one knee exposing her body her head turned ivory locks tossed from side to side ... she lay on her back whimpering, struck down in misery it seemed

delicate palms stuck against the ground her heels beat a resounding tone she might have been locked in a cell away from men by the way she acted then rolling back to her stomach lifted to hands and knees then her cheek still in touch with the floor the position of common usage taken the curve of her arse uppermost bare of her sex exposed taut muscles of thighs were parted then as if a change had suddenly occurred the movements less frenzied almost lyrical she crawls then away from the position of torment head lifted slowly a hand drawn into the air ... finger tips seemed to caress some barrier ... some enclosing, confining wall

pushing up then to feet swift gait taken flesh a symphony of toned muscles as she hurriedly drew the area that she was confined to ... those invisible walls turning a facing him then as if she felt his presence but couldn't see ... her head dropped to hands as she bent just slightly as if weeping. head tossed back then as if her misery were stopped by sounds but of course no one was there the next movements seemed as if preparation for her Master nimble digits combed through unruly locks... a slow knot formed just over her left shoulder of that chaotic mane ... naked flesh fully exposed her fingers lingered over the taut plain of her belly then movements pulled on in mimic as if she were applying slave perfume and cosmetics ... lips pursed and curled into a sensual smile

slender wrists crossed then the movement delicate as though they had been bound her wrists twisted ever so slightly extending them before her the movement was quick as if a strap had been drawn taut ... it seems then with head high a bound slave being lead on the tether from the pen finally but at the gate then wrists separated her fingers and palms indicated toward him clearly that she was still confined ... head turned sharply then a retreat back to the center falling to knees once more piteous were the movement as she wept in need

looking up sharply then ... were their sounds that rousted her from her misery ... leaping to feet she backs paces back muscles quivered in the movement those knotted locks constrained over her left shoulder.. This time it seemed, truly, there were men there that have come for her ... those dark eyes gleamed a turn of her head away in feign of disdain.. then something seeming to affect her ... startled looks about on the floor of the pen lips parted in call lifting her head holding out her hands piteously to them she pleads to be considered to be found worthy enough for release

shrinking then back perhaps fearful as if she hadn't seen a Master in days the pen of the door opened. sleek thighs then parted in swift take of kneeling as a pleasure slave her body proud though obviously she feared the rule jailer her body then twisted and wretched twice it seemed as if stuck with a whip the twist of her torso part of lips draw of ragged breath heaved breasts forth ... whimpering then again she assumes the position of a pleasure slave her sex exposed and body held in pride yet inwardly screaming

a bow of her head as words seemed to be lifted her in understanding she was to dance and she better perform well on the tiles of the hall deeply and desperately she had desired this all along.. how long she had waited penned, in cruel frustration unfulfilled and lonely in the cell for such a moment, that precious whimsical opportunity in which the mere slave could display herself before her Master

the movement upward was jerked as if hauled to feet her wrists tightly and cruelly bound behind her back an arch of her body then and lips parted yet no cry emitted her body and head are then bent far over

head twists as it seems a mans hand pulled in those knotted locks ... then with small hurried steps bent over drawn forth ... cruelly she was tossed to her knees then side before him ... her hands still held as though tightly bound behind her eyes lifted up to him to regard her Master lifting up to feet a flex of muscle caress of flesh gold locks spilling over her naked body that shone in all it's glory before him. A twist of hands as if her wrists were being untied... a flex of leg and draw of hands above her head the backs touched one another as the final phase of the dance began

in all her unshielded beauty she swayed before him naked except for the collar of slavery her body gleamed with sweat she moved indeed her body was a superb site to behold her body seeming to pound and throb as various aspect of her body were drawn to attention the small curl of delicate fingers a flex of her left and lift of tiny foot with it's delicate high arches ... those long locks swirled with the movement on display in hopes of provoking his hunger even more her thighs parted exposing her naked sex as pert breast rose and fell with heated breaths

she displayed her body before him drawn in his mercy that he might take interest in her. now helpless and desperate in all her sensual splendor dance not the aspect or attributes of her beauty before her Master but now dance her own passion her own needs and desires. piteous and needful, beautiful and intimate this was her personal self on display before him no restraints or reservations, no compromises divisions of distinctions she dance before him fingers raked her wanton flesh caress of her breast pull of that delicate chain so used to torment nimble fingers played the wet lips of her cunt body arched beautifully then in a swirled movement drawn away she flung her needful body to the tiles ... her body arched from the ground a flex of sleek legs as knees bent and thighs sinuously parted... a slender arm extended piteously back to him as those smouldered depths perused his gaze


panting from the dance her body withered in need though held in position at it's end the moments of silence were torture.. had the dance been good enough to please him. exposing her naked sex as pert breast rose and fell with heated breaths.. those eyes like watery pools shone in the light of the room... flicker of that velvet warm apandage of her tongue drawing saliciously over her satin tiers.. showing its slithering length so deviously tempting as slowly she drew rolling onto her bara... splay of gold locks trickled over heated flesh in curtaining obscurity of ever delicious facet... her eyes roamed over the nearly empty room

 

[silken_mystery]

dejah:

Slowly she uplifted from the floor, the delicate cords of muscles in legs bunched and flexed. Poetry in motion drawn upward. Shake of her head sent the halo of golden locks transpiring over glistening flesh. The soft wheat hue of her hair took on soft lustor in the light. Lift of eyes soft deep blue with depths to lose ones soul. Her delicate structor held poised in grace standing a mere 5'2" and only about 105 lbs even soaking wet. Every aspect of her body held beauty or grace to it. Tanned were the lines of her flesh, burnished a soft golden hue accented by her mane. The bridge of her nose delicate flowing down to the pert tip. Lips petal soft, ever inviting the taking of their warmth. Her tongue sheer torment. Seemed much longer then most a sinuious velvety muscle. Body left unclad as of yet, left little to the imagination. Her breasts soft, firm mounds of flesh. Ripe berries of nipples puckered at the apex of the curve. The sensitve flesh beneath her breast flowed into the delicate arch of her rib cage. The faint ridges seen in that indolent arch of back. Treking down the eyes take in the taut muscles of her stomach. Sheer form of femine powress, a testament to her toil. The delicate form of slightly protruding hip bones seen. Molding down to the soft golden wisps of hair that haloed her pussy. The pale hue of the tresses giving full glimps of the warm pouty folds. The pearl of her clit lay in engorgued status from excitment of the dance. Her legs tappered downward, muscles in ridgid tension curved to the delicate circumference of ankles. Then out slightly to the small form of her feet..