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Chronicles of a Kajira Ch. 01

By: kajira_girl



It had been late morning when Nilsa had come to fetch the girl, she was dreary, still somewhat asleep, and completely ignoring of Nilsa's pleas to rise. Finally, rubbing her eyes and batting them several times, the room took shape, and Nilsa's words made sense to the young girl.

"Wake sleepy head, you are being requested by Master Drake. Come on girl, get to." A smack across her rear at Nilsa's urging prompted the red head to rise to her knees and then up to bare feet.

After having brushed out her long mane, and adding color to her eyes she walked down the long corridors of the training house. Nilsa was in front of her jabbering on about something. The girl just looked about at the cold stone walls and numerous guards standing at their posts, admiring her as she past. She giggled watching Nilsa's ass move side to side in a swing only kajirae know. The thin red fabric from her collar draped over her shoulders clashed against her deep ebony hair. The girl thought Nilsa a real beauty, but all the girls here were beauties. 

Not her though, no this young girl was different, rare. She was a bred exotic, and she was bred specifically for those rare traits she carried. She had overheard, once, the men talking, they had called her mother a "Celt," from the planet Earth, something someone had captured. Most of the beauties of Gor sported deep liver or honey gold manes with dark brown melting pools or sky blue crystals for eyes. Their skin was usually well tanned and glossed from the harsh sun of Gor. This girl could lie out all day and her skin would still be milky white. Her hair was thicker and longer than most, it was a deep red with lighter copper and gold weaving through, and it draped down in soft long waves well down to her knees, always moving in a rhythm of its own. She had a delicate face with a set jaw line and high cheekbones, very dainty and fragile like some fine doll. Set deep into the soft contours of her face were shinning emerald eyes. They would catch the light, whether it would be the sun or the torch, and mystically glow from with in; and from the right angle gold flecks could be seen glimmering with the hues of jade. The young girl was well aware of her differences, and well aware of the lust in men's eyes as she walked by; that and the envy in the other slaves.

Two guards pushed open the heavy doors of Master Drake's office; he sat behind a large ebony desk, looking over scrolls. He lifted his eyes and smiled at the two kneeling before him, "Greetings girls. Sleeping in again red one?"

She laughed at his comment, "girl needs her beauty rest Master."

"From the looks of you, I would say you sleep all day. I called you because I wanted you to know that you will be held for auction at the end of this hand. It is time for you to make me the money I knew you would." Turning to Nilsa, "I want her in the tavern all this week, I want the men to see her and be charmed by her. Cover her with yellow and she may kneel in nadu, but she is NOT to be used. Are we clear?"

"Yes Master." The raven haired beauty answered.

"You have your last dance session today. After, I want you cleaned and ready for tonight. That is all." With a wave of his hand he dismissed the two. 

They rose in unison, backed away and then turned quickly leaving him to his business.

"Oh isn't that exciting! You will fetch a high price I am sure."

"Yes, well I guess I always knew this day would come. I've been here so long, I just wasn't sure He would let me go."

"Well I can tell you it was hard for Him, but He has a business to run and a profit to make."

Nilsa turned to the door of the training room; the guards opened the door for them and the red head stepped inside.

"I will collect you later pretty girl." With a turn she was gone down the hall, the girl stood alone, thinking about what her future may hold.

Across the room a door opened slowly, a tall blonde walked in, her lean legs flowing under her red silks moved her gracefully to the center of the training room.

"Come here girl." A soft motion of her finger drew the red head into the room. "This is our last time together; you know every dance there is to know and can carry them out better than some trained for years longer. Today I will ask you to do a free form dance, one with no purpose other than to work your muscles and show your beauty. Remember it is in our dancing that we keep our forms ready for the Men we serve." Turning her back and moving to a side pillar, she waved the two musicians into song.

A tap of her foot with the beat of the taber sent the red head on her mission. It had become so common place for her now to dance on a whim for her trainer, but there had always been a story to tell or steps to follow. To dance to her own heart's delight was foreign.

She led off with her right foot, tapping just the soft purple painted toes against the blue tiles. With each tap her waist would bend and her hip would lift and fall. A gentle thrust of her hip sent her other foot forward following the same motion, as her heart began to feel the rhythms and carry her with the sway of the flute. Her hips danced in small circles and bumps from side to side, a gentle shimmy of her ass, an easy jiggle of her full breasts. Slowly she brought her arms up from her sides, holding them out, little wrists drawing circles and figure eights into the air. Crossing them before her she leaned her head back, arching her slender torso, stretching her ribs and flexing her abs, every inch of her rippled in defined tone. Long tendrils of auburn and gold swung and danced behind her, with a wild swing of her head her mane spun around her and circled up to the sky, like a fire erupting from some angry volcano. 

She spun quickly to her left, her leg rising up off the ground toes pointed down and pushed against her thigh, pirouetting over and over again. Her heart pounded as she moved across the tiles, a small body in fluid motion of spins and dips, luscious hips swaying wildly, her passion expressed through her movements. She didn't care that there was only another slave watching her, she would dance the same for her as she would for any man; the girl loved to dance.

Two sharp claps ended the musician's minstrels and the petite girl stopped her beckoning call, she stood still in her wide stance, her right hip thrust out. She looked over to the trainer trying to catch her breath, her body heated and glistening.

"That is enough, girl. I have every faith you will make any Man happy, and you surely put your heart into your workouts." A coy smile on her thin lips, "Go bathe and ready yourself for tonight." With a quick turn the girl walked out the room from the same door she had emerged from. 

The red head jumped at Nilsa's voice, "Come now." She offered her hand out and the two departed the training room. She looked over her shoulder; it would probably be the last time she would leave that familiar place.

The corridors of the training house were long and winding; the young girl had spent 18 years of her life here and still would get lost. Guards were lined everywhere keeping a watchful eye on their employers' property. Nilsa and she turned down several halls and then pushed into the slave's bath. The room was beautiful with many windows and wild plants. The walls were painted with pictures of astounding beauties in compromising positions. Painted men on kailla or tarn made her soul scream as they vanquished enemies or hunted larl.

She loved the warm waters of the bath. She stepped down into them, her slender form cutting through the watery glass; hands outreached beside her, dancing on the surface. Dipping low letting the warmth move up every inch of her to her chin, a mass of red floated on the surface and began to slowly encircle her, moving with the small currents in the pool. She stayed there, just relaxing in its gloved warmth. Nilsa sat some soap and towels at the end of the small pool, winked at her, and then turned away; busily going of to tend to some of the other girls.

The kajira dipped her head down under the water. Taking in a deep breath, she stayed submerged for a while. She rose up and pushed her long lashings of hair back from her face. With a fresh cloth she rubbed soap into it, creating a rich lather she then moved along her arms and shoulders, the white of the suds melting into the snowy color of her skin. She moaned softly as she moved the soft cloth over her round globes and down her deep cleavage to her flat sculpted belly. Lifting a slender leg up onto one of the steps she caressed her thighs and calves, moving back up, slowly she caressed her soft petals, moving them gently under the warmth of the cloth and her own fingers, closing her eyes and loosing herself to her touch.

"I don't think kajirae are supposed to pleasure themselves." A bellowing voice rose up.

She quickly dropped her leg and turned her face up to the unknown man standing there. "You should not be here." She stood her ground, looking at him quizzically before lowering her eyes and dipping down into the water again. She turned her back and ignored his presence as she washed her hair, wrapping it up into her small hands. 

He watched her with grand fondness; he had never seen such a girl. He smiled wryly as she offered her back to him, pulling up her hair, exposing creamy flesh. When she dipped under the water again he took several steps closer to the pool and lifted her towel into his hands, waiting for her to emerge through the shinning waters.

Under the water she turned and glanced up, he was still there. What was he doing? Why would the guards let him in here? She rose up, pushing the water from her face and moved to the steps, her hips swaying, sending small wakes out from her body. She took the steps with ease, smiling coyly as she saw him open the towel, holding it up for her. She was keenly aware of how she must look, water droplets flowing down her contours and feminine lines. Stepping into it, she turned her back, letting him wrap it around her shoulders; he held it there.

"you are certainly a gem, little one. I wonder how much a kajira of your beauty will bring at auction." He slowly rubbed her shoulders and arms, his hands moving down her sides and back, grasping her ass firmly.

"Again, You shouldn't be in here. Who let You in?" She pulled away from him. Not enough to offend, but enough to warn him. She knew she was to please any man that wished it from her; she knew she was nothing more than a beast; but she also knew she had restrictions and places of safe recluse. This was one of them. Her green eyes deepened their gaze at him, not looking him fully in the eye; she would not disrespect a free man, but she needed him to see her fire.

"Calm down pretty girl, you needn't match the fire draped from your head. I mean, unless I had you in the furs. I am a very good friend of your Master. He suggested I take an early look at the merchandise."

That word stunned her. She had never thought of herself in that way, and to here it now enraged her. She narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips and stepped back from him. "And now You have seen it, the merchandise that is. If You would like to know if this beast can lift a mug or bowl, You should be in the tavern tonight. By the Priest Kings, Master wouldn't want You to pay for merchandise that couldn't serve." 

With a sharp turn she walked away from him, her heart was pounding. She has never talked to a man in such a way, but then again, she had never had a man speak of her in that way either. As she walked past the guards and took the turn she glanced over her shoulder, he was standing there grinning rubbing his chin with his fingers.

The red beauty was well familiar with the tavern. She had spent many nights there watching her sisters serve the men. She had spent days there learning the serves herself, while it was closed. Nilsa was firm when it came to serving the free. "A bad serve is not acceptable," she would say. This night would be her first in service to the free. She was not nervous, but her heart did race at the thought. She and Nilsa entered the tavern later than the other kajirae; the room was already bustling with activity. A quiet fell to the room when the fire haired slave stepped from behind Nilsa, kneeling on a black fur. She opened her legs wide, and set her hands upon her thighs, smoothing down the yellow silks that barely covered her curves. With her head held high she offered up a smile and said her greetings to those she knew. With eyes piercing through her, she felt a twinge in her stomach, but she never let it show. 

She watched as other kajirae moved around kneeling before the free, filling bowls of paga, cleaning dirtied dishes. 

Nilsa leaned in and whispered to her, "Wow, They are all staring at you. Offer up service, girl, go ahead." A subtle bump from Nilsa's elbow to her back.

"May this girl please serve Any?" Her voice was strong and melodic.

"Aye, girl. Paga, hot of course. That's if you can manage lifting a bowl sweet thing." His voice came from across the table on her right. She knew it in an instant, and growled at the thought of what she had said earlier to him.

"Yes, Master, hot paga for Your pleasure."

She rose up to her feet and quickly turned off to the kitchen. Her hair hiding her backside and curves from him. ordinarily she would have seductively lifted it, to show off her lush curves and firm ass, but for him she thought it was unnecessary. She didn't want to serve him, she didn't want him to be here at all, and she wasn't sure why. He was extremely handsome, and clearly held high esteem with Master Drake. One would think she would be astounded to have drawn his attention, but something made her step back from that thought. 

She looked over the open shelves of the kitchen. They were lined with clay bowls, crystal and pewter goblets, heavy tankards for ale, and an array of platters. Ornate horns in all different sizes and shapes hung down the side of the shelves. Paga was served in clay three footed bowls. She brought down two of them and studied them, looking for imperfections, setting each one down making sure they would not wobble. Putting one back upon the shelf she lifted the shear fabric of the silks and ran the rim of the bowl across her satin skin. if there was a hidden crack, she would feel it's bite and noth the man's lips. This simple act always drew her breath, it was so intimate, to risk her own flesh for his safety. 

After cleaning the bowl with a rep cloth she weaved her way past other busy girls and slipped out the kitchen to large fire pit centered in the middle of the tavern. The very center was a roaring fire that plumed up to a flume carrying the smoke away. Along the outside edges of the fire hung meats and kettles full of various drinks and stews., they sat shimmering over the smoldering ash that fell down from the roaring timbers. Stnding beside the fire her ivory canvas now became enveloped in a red and orange glow, the colors dancing across her skin. It was hard to tell where her own mane of flames began and soft flesh ended. She slowly ladled the hot brew into his bowl, careful not to spill any. 

With her backside offered to him, he got all the view he wished for as she bent over the kettle. He was mesmerized by her stunning looks, the way the fire seemed to caress her, the way she moved stealth fully, event though he was sure she was not trying her hardest. He stirred in his seat next to Drake, his loins throbbing as he watched her glide over the cool gray tiles. 

Drake leaned in to him, "I don't understand, her serves are usually much more wanting, and beautiful. she must be nervous good Friend."

The man waved his hand, "she is the most glorious thing I have ever seen. she rivals my own love slave."

There was no way of hiding her curves from him this time. She walked directly to him, and try as she might her hips danced on their own, the sway so natural to her. She knew by the look in his eyes he was pleased, her snowy skin glistened around the shimmering yellow silks, and she was well framed by the thick locks of copper that bouced around her. 

As she lowered to a kneel at his boots, she studied his lines and demeanor. He was older, and truly a warrior. His body was kissed with scars and could tell a story of hard times. Yet his eyes glistened like a young boy having just rode his first tarn. They were milky brown, almost golden in the torch light, and his smile was crooked, pulling to the right of his face, like a sneer. She thought he must know some many secrets that only he could carry.

Upon her knees she parted her thighs, not as wide as she might have during other serves. With her green eyes lowered to the floor she raised up her head and smiled softly to him. Raising the bowl from her taut belly and lifting it to her heart for three beats, the fire haired girl then offered the paga in outstretched arms, dipping her head between her arms. 

"Master, this girl hopes You don't choke on the paga and she could care less what You thought of her serve," that's what she would have liked to say, but she didn't dare. "Master, this girl hopes the paga warms You and her serve pleased You. She thanks You for allowing her to serve."

He took the drink from her hands and sipped from it. Reaching out he caressed hair cheek softly with the back of his callused hand, his eyes running the length of her body. His smile faded as his gaze fell on her thighs, sliding his boot out he shoved her legs open further. "In a proper nadu, I should see your heat girl." 

She growled at his intrusion. She saw the dismay in Drakes eyes, and her heart dropped knowing she had displeased her owner. She opened her legs even further, painfully further, and rolled her shoulders back to push her ample bosom closer to the arrogant mans legs.

He smiled, "that's a girl," and took another deep drink from his bowl. He waved his hand, "very good beast, go tend to Others."

As she backed away from him, he leaned over to the side and whispered something to Drake, they both laughed.

She spent the rest of the night serving and teasing the free men. Her head was spinning by the time Drake had ordered Nilsa to take her back to the kennels. She lay there in the furs thinking about the joy she had felt until she drifted off to sleep.

The next few days flew by for the girl. Between resting during the day and serving all night in the tavern she could hardly keep up with the day. She had not seen the arrogant man from her encounter in the bath. She mused that she must have displeased him and he took off to another town to purchase some other slave. 

Nilsa came into the kennels in a fury, she was carrying red shimmering silks, and a deep purple robe with gold embroidery, mumbling about tonight being so special and she hoped she wouldn't get all weepy. The young girl griped her shoulders and said calmly, "relax sweet sister. I should be the one in a panic, not you." 

She giggled softly as she stepped into the crimson silks, tying them in a knot at her shoulder. Nilsa held up the long robe as she turned her back into it, sliding her slender arms into the long flowing sleeves. The ties lashing the robe closed went far up to her delicate neck and the steel that encased it. Nilsa finished her duties by tying a thin white ribbon to the front clasp of her collar. It was silly really to dress up a slave in such a way, just hoop-la so to speak. Slaves never wore robes; it was only to make the men yearn to see more of her. The red silks would tell those biding that she was a trained pleasure slave; the white ribbon, told the men she was unused and not even a woman yet. It was that white ribbon that would up the bid. Virginity was a rarity on Gor.

Running the brush through her thick hair once more, she and Nilsa departed the kennels. The red head couldn't help but get misty eyed at the thought. They walked their usual route to the main hall; the noise flowed out into the crowded hallway. Men were lined everywhere; girls were stacked against the stone walls, naked, being examined by possible buyers. They were used property being sold or traded. Guards stood at the ready keeping watchful eyes on the men. She was amazed by it all; she grabbed at Nilsa's hand and pulled in close to her, the three guards at her back moved in closer. 


Chronicles of a Kajira Ch. 01



Drake met them quickly, "Move! Make way!" He shoved several men to the side as they stepped into a small quiet room, "are you ok, prize?"

She nodded dumbly. Looking around the room she sat there with four other extremely beautiful girls. She wondered if she looked just as scared as they did. Nilsa stroked her hand and ran her fingers through the long tresses. Each girl was escorted by their own maid; women that had many years on them, not that you would have known by their appearance.

The sounds outside seemed to settle, she could here individual loud voices and then cheers from all present. After a moment of long applause and roar, the small door opened and slowly the girls stepped out into the hall one by one. Nilsa grabbed her hand, "girl, I will miss you greatly, you have been a joy to raise and train."

With that the red head stepped out and up a small flight of steps to a raised platform. She stood beside the others, her lava mane the only thing that stood her out from the other robed girls. The men cheered and called, then Drake gave the summons; the girls dropped their robes. All of them bore red silks and the white sash, but she stood alone. Emerald eyes shone so brightly they could be seen by the men in the far back. Her flesh so snowy white, she must have looked like a flaming spirit standing beside the darkened beauties. 

A man in black stood beside the first girl as yells of bids came up. It did not take long to close her biding. The petite kajira watched as the other girl was lead down the steps, the man paid his money, and collars were switched. A word rang in her head, "merchandise." 

The bidding went smoothly on the next three girls; they were all a bit scared and nervous to head off with the strangers. She was last. Drake motioned for her to move up to the front of the stage; she did as commanded. The black coated man held up his hand and the biding began. As she looked out to the men she realized that most of the men offering up bids had been men she had served the hand before. They were well aware of her potential and desire to please. Drake was grinning madly rubbing his hands together at the price she was fetching; the biding continued, two men each upping the other. 

A call rang out above the deadening drum of the crowd; men gasped. "That's ridiculous! No slave is worth that!" 

"Drake, You can't allow this" exclaimed another man.

Drake raised his hand and looked out into the crowd. The man made his way through them and up to the front of the raised stage. "Now Drake, this is an auction, is it not? I can offer up any price I see to pay. I am just cutting out the wasted time of out biding these Two by a mere tarsk at a time." He was laughing at their petty bids.

Drake nodded in agreement, "He can give any bid He wishes, no matter how foolish it is. Would Anyone out bid Him?"

No one rose up their hands; no one would pay that much gold for a kajira. 

Her belly turned as she looked down at him, the man from the bath. She was now his. 

Drake and the man shook hands as the festivities picked up in the hall. Food was served, drinks were spilt and newly purchased girls were used in the open; moans and cries of pleasure rang in with cheers of laughter. She heard it all as she watched the man hand over two pouches of coins for her. She bent her head forward as Drake removed her collar and the new one was locked on. The man tied on a leather leash to the front ring and gave a hard tug, sneering at her.

"It always good doing business with You, Drake. Stop in some time and let My new wench serve You a drink." He made his mark in the ledger and then lifted the silks from her thigh.

"Yes, she has My house mark beside the kef. Should she get away or be stolen, it needs to be reported to Me."

"Of course."

"Well, enjoy the rest of the evening good Friend, there is much food and drink to be had."

"No, we will leave early with the sun. I think I will take My merchandise and retire to My holdings. Good night." He clasped Drake's arm with his and looked down at her, smiling at his choice of words.

With a tug of the tether they left the hall and walked through the corridors to the guest quarters. The walk seemed long; it was the silence that made it so. He came to the door of his holdings and pushed it open, holding out his arm motioning for her to enter. She walked through and looked around; she had never been in this wing before. She was at least pleased he would open her in private, perhaps he had some manners. He motioned to the furs laid out on the floor at the foot of his mattress.

"you will sleep there girl. In the morning I will take you to My home. It is a day's ride, so rest." 

She watched intently as he undressed before her, his muscles rippled. She took in every scar, every dark mark of conquer. Her pulse quickened as she lowered unto the soft pelts, mindlessly her tongue caressed her lips at the sight of him. 

He had turned to face her, and smiled seeing her reaction. He couldn't help but want her just as much. That fire in her eyes drove him wild and he wanted to know if she matched that in the furs. His loins ached to feel inside her, and his shaft grew thick now seeing that she too wanted him.

Seeing him turn to her, her eyes widen at the full sight of him, her mouth parted in a gasp at his size. Suddenly she was afraid to have his touch. She turned her eyes away looking at the furs.

Chuckling, "you turn your gaze away, but unavoidably motion to the furs. What is it you want girl? Do you or do you not want to be used?"

She hated that he mocked her, she was so young and unsure of these things, and here he stood teasing her. That fire raged forward, "well, Master. This girl is nothing but merchandise, Your merchandise, she surmises You will do as You see fit, no matter her opinions on the matter."

In two quick steps he had her by the hair, growling at her, lifting her up off the ground. "It is that quick tongue that makes Me want you, but in My tavern girl, it will cost Me business and you, your flesh. Now I know you were trained well, so whatever it is between the two of Us, We need to settle it now!"

He threw her unto the mattress, forced her legs open and climbed on top of her. His large frame dwarfed her petite body, covering her completely. She tried to back away, out of reflex, but she did want this, she did want to feel what a true kajira felt inside. With a tight grip on her arms, holding one up behind her head, he slid his hardened manhood between her soft petals, pushing slowly as she stretched to accommodate him. She shook her head and muttered, "No, no...please."

"Shhhh, lie still girl, I will make this as painless as possible and then you will feel nothing but complete pleasure." 

He pushed further and she cried as she felt her maidenhead give way to him. With each gentle thrust he drove further into her. Her pain soon became immense ecstasy; she held her legs open wide for him, thrusting up to meet him. Her free hand gripped at his arms, pink painted nails dug into the bronzed skin. Her moans filled the room as he pushed harder against her. Kissing his neck and ear, he turned to her and wrapped her lips with his, their tongues dancing in unison with the rhythm of their bodies. He gripped her tightly and rolled over to his back, pushing her up onto him seated above him. She rocked her hips slowly at first, getting used to the new position, the feel of his spear in her velvet sheath. His hands grabbed her hips hard and he moved her faster, lifting her diminutive frame up and down on him, driving in so deep. An overwhelming numbness started in her toes and rang through her legs, creeping through her muscles and scratching the surface of her skin. The fire in her belly roared out of control as she found herself enthralled with his touch, his forcefulness, everything about him. She felt as though she could explode from the passion.

Looking down to him she could see he too was loosing control. It was invigorating to see a man in such a position, giving so much to something that was owned, mere property. Yet here he was, seeing that every bit of him not only felt complete pleasure, but that she too received as much rapture from this. His hand massaged her full breasts, pinching each nipple playfully as she bounced and rocked over him. Grabbing her hair he pulled her down to him and kissed her deeply, holding her there so close to his own flesh. He whispered to her, "Are you ok? Is the pain gone?"

She couldn't help but giggle, covering her mouth with her small hand, "Yes Master. girl is wonderful."

He lay still for a moment, looking at her. "Was something funny girl?"

"No, Master. girl just found it touching."

"I'm not a brute girl."

"of course not, Master." She slowly rocked her hips on him, not wanting to stop what was building in her.

With a very twisted grin, he pushed her off and turned her quickly. "She-sleen, slut."

She pressed her hardened nipples into the mattress, dipping her back low she lifted her ass up to him, spreading her thighs wide, making her self available. He smacked her ass hard before he pushed into her once again. 

"Besides, I wouldn't want to hurt the merchandise I had just purchased." His laugh filled the room as he pounded against her, moving in unison with her bucking motion. 

She would have clawed his eyes out if she hadn't wanted his touch so bad. Her muscles were clenching down around him so hard and she knew very well what was about to happen and what was expected of her, "Master, please...may this girl release?"

One more deep thrust and he too exploded deep into her, "yes, girl, please do!"

She gave in to the sensations that wound through her, her body melting in his hands. His grip the only thing holding her there, slowly he let her down onto the bed, moving to his side to lay with her, rubbing her back.

"Very good little one, I am pleased."

She turned to face him, nestling into his arm, "Master, what does this girl call You, or rather, what is Your name?"

He let his large hands rub over her small arms, down her waist, remembering how easily both hands had fit around her, "Turok, girl. My name is Turok. And you shall be My pearled larl. pearled due to your unique color and larl, because I can see you will be one that is hard to tame." He kissed her forehead sweetly, "but I like that about you, slut. You certainly will be a prize in My tavern."

She fell asleep to the thunder of his heart.



Chronicles of a Kajira Ch. 02



She woke to the bright morning sun breaking through the window. She pinched her closed eyes tighter, trying to shut them even more from the annoying light. There hadn't been windows in the kennels; she had never roused to something so awakening. With a "humph" she rolled over to her side, offering her back to the disturbing rays. Turok wrapped her up into his right arm, pulling her head onto his built chest; his left hand reaching over to stroke her long copper stands of hair. 

She breathed in deep, taking in his scent. She also had never slept on a mattress before. It was softer than the slave furs laid out on the hard tiles. The silky sheets caressed her skin, fluffy pillows supported her head. It was nice, but she would not want to get used to it; she knew at any given time she could be kicked back to the pelts. She snuggled into him and started to drift off again.

"Drake said you were a heavy sleeper." He said softly as he touched her, coaxed her.

"mmmm, girl slept well, and You, Master?" She replied, still quite groggy.

"yes girl, I slept very well indeed. My men have rapped on the door twice now. We should have left two ahns ago, but I couldn't bring Myself to wake you. Though I had plenty of ideas of how I would."

Perking up she lifted her head, propping up on her elbow, "oh really? And what ways did You think it best to wake a girl." Her fingers caressing over his chest, bringing her slender leg up his very slowly.

"girl, You are a slave, a passion slave no less. We needn't play games with what your use is, or why I show interest in you." He reached over and grabbed her ass with his large hands, pulling her onto him and in one quick thrust he pushed into her.

She cried out; she didn't know she would be sore, but now with his thick manhood impaling her again it was not the pleasure she had remembered from the night before. She looked down at him and bit her lip in silence, just riding there as he thrust into her vigorously.

He had wanted her very bad as she had been last night. He hadn't slept at all really with her small nude body lying beside him. He had to control himself, knowing that he should be easy with her young new body, but now with her teasing looks and wanton charm he needed to feel her. Now thrusting up into her so deep he drove himself on with the thought of how good her wet sex felt around him, she was so fresh and tender. He looked up into those amazing jade eyes and saw pain and tears. He stopped quickly, concerned.

"larl? Are you ok, sweet thing?"

She quickly nodded her head, not wanting to displease.

"Lying to your Master is not acceptable, in any way." He pushed her off and stood from the mattress quickly, mad at himself. How could he have done that to her? He knew better.

She quickly grabbed at his leg, falling to her knees, "Master please, this girl doesn't mind. Please...she needs Your touch."

Reaching down he picked her up and held her close, kissing her deep. He let his rough finger wipe a tear from her cheek. "larl, there will be plenty of time for Us. you really should heal, and We should be leaving anyway."

He placed her back on the bed, holding her close stirred him and he needed to be able to get control. Men always desired kajirae, but this one was getting under his skin, and he hadn't even had her a full day. He turned from her, breathing deep he grabbed a pelt and wrapped it around his waist, opening the door and speaking to one of the guards outside. When he turned back into the room, shutting the door behind him, he saw her splayed out across the bed, her legs wide, arms spread with soft palms facing up, completely open for him. He shook his head, smiling at her in sula.

"Are you needy, slut?"

"yes, Master."

"And you would beg Me to use you, even if it hurts you?"

"yes, Master."

He leaned over her, not touching her, but taking in the sight of every line and curve, every rise and fall of her soft flesh and toned muscles. The wild red of her mane spread out around her, clashing with her porcelain skin and the ivory sheets. A wicked smile pulled at his lips as he looked at the small red patch of thick curls neatly trimmed over her soft petals. He never wanted anything more.

She looked up to him, hoping he would be swayed by her offering. She didn't care if it might hurt again, she needed him, and she did not understand why, but her belly burned deep for his touch and she grew ill thinking he would not grant it to her. She could see that he was looking her over, she could see his eyes glowed for her as well, her heart pounded.

Growling, he reached down and pulled her by the legs, bringing her to the edge of the bed as he let the pelt drop from his waist. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust deep into her dripping sex. She moaned out, this time in complete bliss. His large hands on her waist he pulled her hips up off the mattress and drove deep into her, withdrawing and pushing in deeper with each heated thrust. Her body quivered under him, the ecstasy filling her so intently. She cried and screamed as her body took everything he gave, her eyes locked intently on him.

He saw the pleasure she was receiving, he too feeling the same rapture. He lifted her higher and pushed into her harder. His spear swelling inside of her tight sheath, pulsing. Dropping her down onto the bed and lying down on top of her, he kissed her deeply.  They wrapped their bodies around each other, one movement as they both gave in to the majesty that was theirs. Holding himself there on top of her, trying to keep his weight off of her, his drained manhood still clenched in her warm flower. He showered her with kisses.

She let her fingers walk along his back, barely able to wrap her arms around him. The feel of him inside her, on top of her, what he sent through her in something as simple as a touch or look, she couldn't put the words to it. She was completely his, not just because of the collar or because he had paid for her, but because she needed him.

A sharp rap on the door and he quickly pulled from her.

"Aye! We will be out shortly." Grabbing his britches and dressing quickly, he then tossed crimson silks to her. "get dressed, harta!"

With that command she pulled the shear fabric up her body quickly, tying a knot over her right shoulder. She quickly brushed out her mangled mane and then helped her master with his own needs.

He tied the leather leash to her collar and they walked out of the training house and into the outside commons. It was a glorious day, the sun was bright and its rays warmed her skin. Birds sang and the streets were a bustle of activity.

They were greeted by his eight guards, most mounted on kaiila. He patted one of the beasts hard against its neck, the animal showed its teeth and jerked its head several times. Turok swung up onto its back and reached his hand down to her. She had never seen a kaiila up close, only pictures or through the windows. Larl placed her hand into his; it disappeared as his fingers curled closed around hers. One of his guards lifted her up by the waist and into Turok's arms. She sat there her back pressed up against him, slender legs hanging down either side of the beast's shoulders.

He laughed, "I guess many things will be new to you my sweet larl. Its ok girl, he's a gentle giant, most of the time."

Strong legs urged the kaiila forward and they rode off, surrounded by his guards on either side. The ride was jolting to her, an odd movement for her as she tried to learn the sway of the animal's gait. Once they had moved further from the town they picked up the pace, moving quickly through the paths and roads, passing other travelers. 

Larl became keenly aware of the sensations travelling through her body as her mound rubbed against the kaiila's withers with every gallop. To escape the teasing touch she moved back and closer to Turok, but to no avail. Once she was pressed against him she had an all new assault against her slave's soul, tearing her in another direction. She could not win this battle, either the animal or the master; one would push her to the edge.

Turok was well aware the girl was uncomfortable. He figured she just needed to become adjusted to the gait of the kaiila, but as she shuffled back and forth, further up the neck of the creature or closer back to him, he smiled knowing very well what was bothering the little slut. He pulled his mount up and raised his hand to his men. They had been riding for four hours; it was time for a break. A nice clearing full with lush grasses would be a good resting spot.

A guard helped her down and then Turok followed behind. She watched as an unspoken command sent the men out in different directions, making a safe perimeter. Turok took down a fur from his rides back and a satchel, handing both to Larl. She set to tossing out the pelt, smoothing it down for him, and then she set the satchel down. He motioned for her to sit with him as he sat with a large flagon in his hands.

"So many men, You must be One of great importance, Master."

Laughing as he opened the flagon and then drinking deep of the water filling it. "No girl, I'm just not man enough to handle My own battles."

She smiled at his easy ways, "sure Master Turok. You certainly look like the kind that is easily subdued."

He handed her a cup and offered the flagon to her, allowing her to pour herself a small drink. She slowly tipped the flagon to fill the cup she held pressed between her knees.

"Well, you haven't seemed to have any problems subduing Me girl."

She sipped from the cup and watched as he drew out some dried bosk strips and fresh ramberries. Her stomach grumbling she drank deep from the water again, finishing the cup. "thank You, Master, and this girl hardly believes she conquered You."

"See it however You like girl. I did not bring gruel with Me, larl. you'll have to settle for some berries and bosk. I do apologize for making you eat such horrible things." His laugh was contagious as she rang in with him, taking the meal he offered with most gracious hands.

They sat and ate their meal, the ache in her belly slowly subsiding, but she was not looking forward to riding the kaiila again. She thought of how she might try to ride the beast behind her master, or sit in some other position.

"Master, how much further is our ride?"

"Another three ahn or so, why do you ask?" He knew the answer, but he wanted to know if she would dare to tell him.

"oh, girl was just curious," she thought for a moment of how to word this, "the kaiila is not the most comfortable means of transportation."

"Really? I find them most enjoyable. Perhaps it is your position on him?" He teased her, baiting her.

"Yes, maybe so. Is there another way this girl could ride him?" She bit her tongue quickly, hating the way that had sounded off her lips. His laugh told her he was conscious of her predicament.

He leaned forward and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh; he had to know if she was ready, if the motion, the animal, his own pressure had excited her. Why did he want this slave so bad, what was it about her that made him feel that he must be near her, hold her, feel deep inside of her constantly. 

She opened her thighs wider instinctively at his touch; her heart quickening. His fingers parted her soft petals finding the dewy center of her pleasure, just teasing her senses. With eyes closing at his touch she thought of the sun patching through the tree that they sat under, it's warmth somewhat subduing, her heart hushing out the sounds of the world around them till nothing remained but the feel of his two fingers sliding inside her wanting sex. 

Slowly he pushed her onto her back, positioning himself between her lush thighs, his free hand unlacing the ties of his britches. Her emerald spheres opened to find him smiling above her; his brute strength resting on his one flexing arm. The pouting lips form her as he withdrew his fingers made him laugh softly.

"you were enjoying that, girl?"

Only offering a soft nod as her voice caught in her throat.

"Well, I am sure I have something more enjoyable," smiling down at her as he slid in his hardened manhood. Watching her twitch under him, loving every sound she made, the look of extreme pleasure coursing through her. It drove him, causing him to thrust into her harder, faster. His eyes piercing right through her; in her all he saw was fire, the need of a kajira. Grabbing the back of her head in a fist of tangled hair he pulled back, lifting her up to him, forcing her to arch her back; his other arm grasping around her hips and lifting her up to meet his heated thrusts. Damn he needed this slut.

Larl couldn't help but see the fierce look in his bronze orbs, something in them made her tremble. It was as if he was seeing her differently, but she was enthralled with what he was sending through her body. Her tight petals were numbing with the intense pounding he was unleashing on her.  With the jerk to her mane, her lips wrenched in agony, but her body reeled with rapture, she began to meet his own thrusts into her, using her legs to force her hips up to his.

"Master...please...."

Panting breaths as he looked upon her; "Please what, slut."

Her emerald eyes met his begging, "please...may this girl release? she can not..."

A deep agonizing groan from his own lips as his seed exploded into her hot womb, "yes, larl, have your bliss."

His lips found hers in a longing kiss as she pressed into him, her body quivering in sweet explosions of heat. Her tongue pulled his into her mouth, they twirled and sucked sweetly. As he pulled back she nibbled at his bottom lip. His hand now releasing the thick waves, he slowly rested her head down, running his fingers through the copper hairs, then caressing her cheek. He loved watching her come down from the high he put her in. The way her full globes heaved up and down as her breaths slowed, the shallow trembles of her abs and thighs. He pulled from her and stood quickly, fastening his pants and giving her a nod.

"Pack Our things girl, We must be going." Looking up at the position of the sun, "I don't want to be in the forests near dusk."

She wanted to lay there and bask in the feelings he had sent through her, but she saw the hard look on his face, she knew his mind had already moved away from her. She packed up the satchel he had taken food from, rolled up the fur and grabbed the flagon; a guard placed them on the kaiila's back and then helped her up. This time Turok cradled her in his arms, both legs hanging off the right side of the animal. She snuggled her head into his defined chest and rested her back against his muscular arm; the beast lurched forward and they set off at a much more brisk pace than before.

After riding for an ahn they pulled up near the edge of a deep forest. Turok reached back and pulled up a cloak, wrapping it around his shoulders and covering her as well.

"Stay still under there, and hold on."

With one hard kick the kaiila took off, Larl was jostled in his arms, but she reached forward with one small hand and gripped her fingers into some of the thick hair, her other arm she reached around him. It was an odd feeling, fast and jumping. She could tell they were weaving through trees and she wondered what was in these woods that might make him steer through them so quickly. She heard cries from the guards and strange sounds she didn't recognize; then the animal was pulled to a stop quickly. Her master's chest was heaving, gasping for breath from having to control the kaiila. The cloak was pulled from her.

"Are you ok?" He asked through grabbing needed air.

"Yes Master. girl is fine." She looked and saw one kaiila wandering without its rider. Another mount and its rider were missing. "Master?"

"It's ok, girl. you needn't worry about such things. Caton; go get the kaiila. It's too hard to break these animals."

They rode the rest of the distance in silence, she hadn't known those men; she knew Gor was harsh, but she had never seen it. Not like that. As the first moon started to rise a small town came into view. Torches flickered ahead of them, shapes moved amongst the light.

"We are home girl. This is Steel Dawn."

They rode through the streets; men bowed heads and shared greetings of "tal." Free women dipped under their robes, and slaves batted their eyes and called up to the guards. The one noticeable thing was all the wide eyes at her, she knew the looks, and she offered up her coy smile at them all.

They stopped before a tavern and Turok slid her down into the guard's arms and then took a leap down. Giving out orders to the men and then placing his hand at the small of her back, urging her towards the large double doors. He pushed open the right door and stepped through, she followed obediently behind. The tavern roared up in greetings and cheers.

"Hair, slut."

She bent over at the waist quickly and threw her hair up and forward, giving him something to lead her by. She felt a soft touch as his fingers trailed through and then the harder tug. He led her to the middle of the tavern and then pushed her to her knees. She assumed nadu, spreading her creamy thighs wide, a V drawing the eye to her moist petals. With a stiff spine and arched back bringing her lush bosom up and forward, she placed her hands upon her thighs, her palms warming against her flesh. Tipping her head back, proudly showing off the steel that encased her neck, her emeralds falling under thick lashes; she felt the eyes upon her.

A deep beckoning voice came up from behind her, "Only one? By the Priest Kings, don't tell Me You blew all My money on one slut?" she felt a different touch on her porcelain cheek, one unfamiliar to her. "Though she is amazing."

"Yes, just the one, Trev. I couldn't help Myself. You'll be pleased with her...They All will." Turoks laughter carried over the hum of the tavern. "This is larl, pearled larl."

"larl?! Why such a name?" Trev questioned.

Turok raised his brow, "Just wait till You take her to the furs. larl, this is Trev; He is the owner of this tavern....and....your Owner."

Her eyes moved up quickly, "Master? this girl assumed....."

Trev's deep voice came at her abruptly, "beasts should not assume...hell, you shouldn't think other than how to complete a task. you belong to the tavern, Turok is the Operator, you answer to Us Both, but it was My money that brought you here." He shook his head in disapproval.

"this girl is sorry, Master Trev. It will not happen again."

"Let's see that it doesn't. savon, come, take her to the kennels. she should rest tonight. In the morn you can show her around."

A brunette came over and took her hand, as larl stood Turok reached over and kissed her cheek softly, whispering in her ear, "I will find you tomorrow girl."

He strode away heading to a large chair in the middle of the action of the tavern; Larl watched him over her shoulder as the pretty little Savon led her to a small hallway. The last thing she saw was Turok lift a naked dark haired beauty up into his lap that had been kneeling by his chair. His lips engulfed hers and his hands groped her breasts hungrily. She could tell the girl was his. Larl learned her place in her new life in an instant. 

The next morning Savon and Desiree showed Larl around her new home. The kitchen was similar to the one she had known, as most Gorean kitchens are; open shelves, high wooden counters, a clay water basin with pump, and a coolery tucked into the corner. In this tavern, however, the fire pit was along the back wall of the kitchen, not set in the middle of the action. The serving furs were strewn about the sand pit and in front of the high counters separating the kitchen from the tavern proper. She was also surprised to see chairs and benches around the tables; the Free here did not sit on furs.




Chronicles of a Kajira Ch. 02



Savon was a chatty little thing and she made Larl laugh often. Words spilled from her lips and Larl had to pay close attention to the fast talker. Savon was first girl of the tavern, all kajira answered to her, she was treated by the slaves as one would treat a Free Woman, and she was called mistress. She was wise and fun, and Larl was surprised to learn she was a barbarian, a girl captured from earth.

Desiree, was tall and stood a head above Larl. She had chestnut curls that seemed to have a life of their own. She was quieter, and reserved. Larl thought this might be because she had once been the daughter of the former Operator who had been killed 5 years ago. Desiree had begged for slavery to the tavern after his death, not wanting to be Free on her own, and not wanting to be enslaved by some man she did not know. She was the trainer for dance in Steel Dawn.

After showing Larl around the three girls set to cleaning the tavern. Larl offered to polish the tables. She went over to the cupboards and found the bee's wax and soft rep cloths as the two others swept floors and moved furs. She started at the first table nearest the door, moving a chair away from the table and leaning in close. Rubbing the rep cloth into the bee's wax she then pressed the cloth to the surface of the table, starting at the middle and moving her wrists in small circles making her way to the edge of the table. She moved in steady rhythm across the table, till the entire surface had a lustier of new wood. 

She turned and quickly went on to her next patient. Again leaning far over the table to reach the center first; the crimson silks rising up over her creamy ass, her thighs naturally parted even in her chores. As she moved through the tables, she became lost in the motions of her hands, the deep browns and golden hues in the wood being revived, a new story for them to tell to her as she caressed them awake. 

She was unaware that Turok had entered and dismissed the other girls. He stood there watching her, leaning against a center beam his strong arms crossed over his chest, a smile upon his face. He was very happy with His purchase. He wondered how long she would continue to mind the table's needs and not notice his own. His loins ached for her. He pushed off the post and made his way to her, he was unsure what he would do with her; she and their encounters had been mysterious to him since their first meeting in the bath.

She bent far over the table, her back still offered to him, he reached out and took her by the waist, holding her against the table and leaning over her.

She startled at his touch, but knew it in an instant, and her heart lurched, "Master?! You startled this girl. she does apologize for not seeing You enter." She hated to speak to him without being in a proper kneel, but he had her pinned there.

"Aye girl, We'll have to work on that. How was your sleep last night?" He began to push against her, his manhood teasing her ass.

"girl slept fine, Master Turok. larl thanks You for asking." Fighting the moans that wanted to escape her lips, she didn't know what to say to him now. Everything seemed different after the knowledge of last night.

He pressed his face into her thick mane, the smell of her intoxicating. He let one hand move up her side, through the curve of her waist to her rib cage, then cupping her full globe in a soft grope, teasing the taut nub. He was unaware of the torment she felt in her heart.

"My sleep, girl, was fretful. It seems I missed Your touch last night." He let go of her waist and turned her to him, he needed to taste her kiss, feel the passion that was in it. Pressing his lips to hers they felt cold this time, she kissed him, but not with the feeling of the days past. He pulled back and looked at her, reading the lines of her delicate face.

"Look at Me girl." He commanded.

She pulled her emeralds up from his chest and looked into his chocolate pools, the gold in them gleaming. She didn't want to look him in the eye; she wanted to hide her hurt.

"Ok, so I wasn't exactly forthright with you; but I needn't be. larl, you are a kajira; I owe you no explanation. What does it matter Who you belong to, I live here and can have you any time I choose. As in now, for example." 

He lifted her up and set her ass upon the table, he had been untying his britches as he spoke and now he thrust into her with force.  His large hands on her tiny hips, pulling her forward to match his powerful plunge into her, needing to find the fire he had felt with her. His own girl was unable to match that for him last night. He had tossed and turned all night thinking of Larl lying in the kennels. And now he had her; and while she was beautiful, and wet, and felt so good around his hard spear; she was not the same Larl. 

He slowed, but did not pull from her, "I will use You at My will girl, but I would rather feel what We had before."

She was quiet, her heart ached and though she wanted him, and her body reveled in the feel of his engorged manhood in her, she couldn't hide the hurt. She couldn't push away the sight she had seen last night. Tears welled in her deep green eyes, and she turned her face from him, she could barely offer up to him, "so sorry, Master..."

He growled but was determined to have his fill of her. He continued his ravage of her, taking what was his to rightfully enjoy. He smiled as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. It wasn't the affection of before, but it was her touch, and it was something. He held her tight as he pumped into her, filling her with his virile seed. He kissed her forehead softly and let go of her, pulling away and seeing to his pants.

He looked over the girl sitting on the table. He felt guilty for what she was feeling, and was angered at the thought of it. He didn't owe her a thing; she was property. He told himself he would not be bothered about it again, and pushed it from his thoughts.

"Are you confidant in your knowledge of Our home? Will you be ready to serve the Free tonight?"

"Yes, Master. girl looks forward to serving and bringing the Free Men that visit much pleasure in the alcoves." Larl cut her eyes as she uttered the statement, perhaps he should be reminded that she was a tavern slave to be used by others.

He narrowed his gaze at her. He got the meaning of her words and they stung just as she wanted them too, but he wasn't going to show it. "Good, I'd hate to see Trev's money go to waste. We've doubled the cost of using you in the furs. Go bathe and rest for the remainder of the day, slut. I want you fresh for My good friends to use, and use often." 

He turned from her quickly and made his way back to the chambers he kept upstairs. Kieke would be waking and he hadn't been completely satisfied by Larl.

She watched him disappear down the hall and heard his footfalls on the stairs. She dropped down in the furs, curled up and wept softly. Several deep breaths helped her control the emotions. She wiped her eyes, finished the last table and then put her items away. She headed to the grotto and told herself she would be the kajira she had been trained to be, a bred exotic, a passion slave open for use by any that paid the price to enjoy her. She would be the best this tavern had known, and she would have no feelings about any of it.



Chronicles of a Kajira Ch. 03



The evening found the tavern chaotic. Larl had been kept at Trev's feet most of the night. She had only served him and one other man. She actually enjoyed sitting at his feet, having him gently stroke through her hair like some cherished pet. They had talked quietly amongst themselves when other men weren't near and he had a funny charm to him. She learned that he owned no personal slaves with no desire to, that he had a free companion that had once been his love slave, and that he had many friends but none he trusted. 

She watched as Turok entered; his slave Kieke at his heels. When he settled in his chair with Kieke at his feet the ebony haired girl looked over to Larl and sneered. Her stare and narrowed gaze made it clear that she did not like the new kajira. 

Trev saw it as well, "don't mind her larl; she isn't used to competition. That girl has always held high esteem around here; she barely knows she's a beast at all."

The tone in his voice said everything his words didn't. Larl smiled and chuckled softly at his comment as he again ran his fingers softly through her mane.

The door opening caught Larl's attention. A strong man entered, young, extremely handsome. His eyes were dark onyx and his hair so black it rivaled the night of no moons. His sight sent shivers through Larl and she purred softly to herself as she watched him walk in; his presence over whelming. 

The other tavern kajira were quick to straighten up their positions and open thighs wider, sly smiles and shifting of their torsos to draw the eye to luscious breasts. He simply passed them by and looked down at them shaking his head and taking in the view.

Larl was so consumed in him she hadn't noticed Trev stand to greet him. As the young dream came closer they grasped arms and took each other's shoulder.

"Trev, so good to see You once again. My father sends His regards."

"I'd rather Him send the money He owes Me, but Who's keeping track these days." 

Both laughed loudly.

"Come boy, sit with Me. Let My new kajira get You a drink."

The youthful Gorean sat across from Trev, his eyes falling down to Larl. His smile broadened. "Now that is a beauty. Bet You paid well for it." Not turning his gaze he raised his brow and sneered, "Is it any good? I mean, in the furs?"

Trev laughed heartily, "Dane, aren't You a bit young to be judging the use of a girl? They should all be good to You!"

Larl's heart pounded as the man's eyes never left her, she felt him tearing right through her soul.

"It's been a while since Our last visit old man, You shouldn't judge Me as the boy You once knew. Chilled ale girl."

Larl nodded and repeated his order. She backed off the furs she knelt upon and turned skillfully away and off to the kitchen. As she walked away from the table she also passed Turok and Kieke. A coy smile covered her lips as she ran tender fingers up her sides, lifting her hair from her sculpted back and fine curved ass. The crimson silks fluttering around her lush thighs. She looked over her shoulder as dainty fingers let the wild tendrils fall slowly down her back, cascading in a slow flow of lava. Kieke's eyes were burning, and she couldn't help but notice Turok's filled with desire. Sliding in behind the high counter Trev and Dane eyed her as well, both smiling at her grace.

She quickly set to finding a suitable horn. A black one caught her eye. It was carved with a large tarn, silver dipped in the cuts making the bird come alive. The rim was also lined with thick silver. She looked over every cut and smooth surface, searching for flaws. Her emerald eyes looked directly to Dane as she pulled the silks around her right breast low, revealing the creamy full feast and taut nub. She shivered as the rim moved over the silken flesh, her heart skipping at the touch. Dane licked his lips watching her.

Replacing her silks she cleaned the horn and turned to the coolery. An easy tug opened the door and she quickly stepped into the frigid air of the cold storage room. The ale was kept in large casks in the back. She held the horn underneath and twisted the tap letting the golden brew flow into its vessel, once near full she stopped the tap and fled the hostile cold.

She pushed her tush to the door and thrust back, the door thudded closed behind her. With the horn held close to her tight belly she left the kitchen, deep emerald pools fixed on the new man sitting at Trev's table. He was so young, she guessed not much older than herself. And she was struck by the way he had spoken to Trev and herself. It was funny that referring to her as an "it," something so impersonal, would actually captivate her. 

As she walked across the open floor she felt that slave fire stir in her belly. She knew that feeling, and she knew there was only one way to quench it if she let it consume her, but to suppress it was impossible. Her sultry hips swung as she drew nearer to him, slender legs moved her effortlessly, and she felt other eyes upon her so she added her own heat to the fire already showing, a gentle toss of her thick mane, removing it from her shoulders, letting it frame the perfect ivory canvas and feminine lines and curves. She knew her skin was speckled with the effects of the coolery; she knew very well what it was that men wanted.

She lowered to kneel at his feet, opening her creamy thighs wide; her moistened petals in clear wanting view of his dark gaze. A devilish smile while batting thick lashes, she rolled her shoulders back and offered up her delectable bosom and deep cleavage, pushing them close to him, for his ease to reach. The horn was raised from her heated belly to her heart and then in outstretched arms as her head fell between them.

"Master, this girl hopes the ale is refreshing and her serve was intoxicating."

He drank in her beauty, watching every move she made as Trev rambled in his ear about past stories and battles. He was also aware of the other men that watched her, wanted her. She was so young; kajirae were given anti-aging serum, but he could tell she truly was young, even the serum isn't flawless. He had been with many slaves since becoming a tarnsman. His father had given him two of his own when he took to the skies, but never had he been with something so fresh. He quickly interrupted Trev in midsentence before the girl got back.

"How much?"

"What?"

"For the girl, for her use? I am sure she isn't merely the cost of a drink. I want her, so how much?"

"Four copper tarsks"

As she settled at his boots he nodded to Trev and looked down on her, ready to take her now. He took the horn and drank deep from it. "Aye girl, quite intoxicating."

She settled her palms upon her thighs and slowly raised her silks up her thighs, the view of her honeysuckle calling to his eyes. He reached his hands down and slowly ran a finger through the soft petals, bringing the honey to his lips. 

Larl's thighs opened even further as his hand reached between her succulent thighs, she even pushed her pelvis into his hand. That's exactly what she needed, to be used by someone other than Turok.

He finished his drink and set the horn down. "Well Trev, it was nice to see You and talk, but I'm sure You know I came here for another type of company."

Again both men laughed. Dane ran his fingers into her wild tresses and grabbed them, pulling her up to her feet, "come girl, you are for My use for now."

He grabbed her waist and slung her over his shoulder, giving her a hard smack across the ass as he headed to the alcoves. She giggled at his action, kicking slightly and wiggling a bit.

He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and slid two fingers into her damp sex as he continued to stride through the tavern proper, already working her soft lips hard and with great force. She squealed in delight. 

"This will be much fun girl." He laughed as they entered the private alcove. 

He tossed her down on small mattress opened her thighs and buried his face between them. A deep gasp escaped her lips as his tongue plunged into what his fingers had readied. Greedily he lapped at her juices, nibbling at her lips and sucking on her pleasure center, the sensations coursed through her in waves of numbing tingles to outright pleasure. He sucked and pulled at her bud until she thought she might loose control only to loosen his hold and send his wicked tongue into her dripping sex. When he had filled himself of her honey he would assault her tender lips, nibbling with his soft lips, pulling; even biting hard with his teeth on occasion. She twisted and pulled under the torment he gave her. 

He stopped and rose up, pushing in three fingers to fill what his tongue had left empty. "you are quite tasty girl. I could spend some time down there driving you into a frenzy."

His smile drove her wild. It was cocky and devilish. She met him back with her own coy grin, her breaths slowing as he gave her a slight reprieve.

"Were you enjoying that?"

"oh yes, Master, very much so."

"Well I suppose there's nothing wrong in you receiving pleasure as long as you continue to feed me such sweet nectar."

She spread her thighs wide as he went down for another attack, this one much more aggressive. His teeth scratched her sensitive petals, pulling at them twisting them from her. He buried his thumb into her hard pearl, pressing against her sending her into an agonizing orgasm. Thick sweetness greeted his onslaught and he moaned as he drank deep from her well. Her body ached as she continued to retreat in defeat giving him all that he had won from her. 

Larl's sweet sex was completely numb when he climbed on top of her, pulling at the knot on her shoulder. His fingers wild as he clawed at the shear fabric covering her. His new conquests, the rosy buds set on her full globes. He took them in his teeth and wrenched and pulled at them, sucking softly only to tear at them again. The feelings he spun through her had her in a high she did not want to come down from. She was completely enthralled with his exploits. As she was loosing her mind to the sensations trickling through her breasts she felt him stab her deep in her still tingling sex. One quick thrust and his spear was buried fully into her soaked sheath. Biting on her hard nipple, while squeezing her other breasts he began to take her rapidly. Slamming into her with such vigor, her soft moans turned to cries of excitement, begging him for more. 

His teeth let go of her nipple to move to her ear, a soft nibble and then a long pull as he sucked on it, only letting go so that he could devour her neck and shoulder. Neither could tell if her wails were of pain or pleasure; they seemed to be one in the same. He continued to take her hard, stopping only to pull his damp shirt from his body.

Larl moaned as she saw his rippling muscles glistening with the sweat from his actions. She ran her hands up over the biceps to his sculpted shoulders. Her jade orbs met his midnight pools and they exchanged knowing glances. She prepared herself by placing her feet firmly on the furs and lifting up her waist to his.

He grabbed her hips and drove into her with needed force. She was so tight, even after all his plummets to her she still clung to him like a well formed glove. This was exactly what the anti-aging serum couldn't change; an older, well used slut would always show here. And this slave was perfectly fit. He took her with such force that she was pressed awkwardly against the back wall of the alcove. He slowed and looked down on her shimmering body, happy that she could take what he giving, and even happier that she seemed to want to give back just as much.

"let this girl ride You, Master. You've worked so hard...." Her voice soft and coaxing, panting between needed breaths.

He gladly agreed, anxious to see if she could match his ravenous stature. An evil smile as he pulled ever so slowly from her clinging petals. Moving onto his back he admired her shape as she crawled up to him, taking her place over his thick shaft, sliding down upon it slowly, impaling herself there on him. She slowly rocked and grinded in easy circles at first, he gave her an un-approving shake of his head and she giggled as she lifted up onto her knees and drove every inch of his rod deep into her, so much deeper at this angle. She lifted again and dropped down. Her nails biting into the flesh of his chest as the ecstasy tore through her. 

His hands upon her hips urged her higher off him and down harder. As she met him he pushed up and arched into her, hitting her to the hilt. Her shrill screams music to his ears.

"That's it girl, take all of it. Good girl, harder now. Give Me everything girl, coat My spear in sweet honey."

The constant deep nailing to her womanhood caused her to spill every drop of loving juice from her sex. Her belly quivered as she gave in to the marvel of their tirade. His smile told her she was on course with what he was expecting so she did not stop when her legs ached, or when her belly burned, not even when her head began to go fuzzy. Larl couldn't catch her breath, and the chronic orgasms were taking their toll on her immature body. Suddenly she could not seem to hold herself upright, she could hear him speaking to her but the words were senseless. 

"easy girl, larl...slow down..."

She collapsed down on his chest.

Dane wrapped his arms around her limp body as he poured his seed into her. Damn, she was wonderful. She hadn't stopped, even when she was close to fainting. He wasn't limp, and he needed to use her again. He thought of how easy her weakened body could be taken now. An unconscious slut was easy to play with, not as much fun, but one could do things with an unaware body that they might meet resistance to otherwise. He let his hands move down her spine, over the curves of her ass, finding all the nectar that had pumped from her body. He coated his fingers in the slippery sweetness and ran fingertips through the crack of her ass. He stirred at the thought and continued to saturate her ass. A deep sigh as he slide one finger into her with ease, her lifeless body opening up effortlessly for him. He added one more finger and worked them in her tight ass, and then he felt her stir. Removing them he rolled her onto her back, cradling her on his arm.

When she awoke, she was on her back; she blinked heavily a few times to get her bearings. Her thighs were sticky and she could feel hard hands moving on her. His face came into focus.

"Now that, girl, was impressive. I've never had a slut give so much to please Me. I'll give you a bit of rest before I finish with you."

She was still foggy, "Finish, Master?" 

"Aye. I am much younger than Trev. I require more from a slut than just one round." His laughter was light and refreshing. She curled onto her side and kissed his hardened chest, the past couple of minutes coming back to her. Her thighs were sore and her body ached like it had been trampled, but she wanted him again. She was completely unaware of his secret conquest of her.

He sat up and looked down over her, "Ready, girl?" He asked as her took her hips and moved her onto her knees, not waiting for her answer as he pushed his large pole deep into her. She arched her back, the feeling taking her back to the edge. A strange feeling came over her as her spread her creamy half moons, continuing to jab hard into her lovely sex. He leaned over her back as his fingers played softly with her ass, she was oddly aware of how wet she was there.

"I want your ass girl." 

Her eyes widened, she had heard from others, but she was still so new. Did she dare say no? She couldn't; it wasn't allowed. 

As she wrestled with the thought he pulled from her dripping sex and pushed into her tight star slowly, patiently.

He eased her with calming words, "Just relax girl. I've already opened you with my fingers."

What? When? Her mind was spinning as he pushed in further. When she was about to try and pull away he gave one last deep push and she pushed back. Her body jumped and she didn't have time to beg permission as a flood of cream ran down her thighs.

"Yes, Master! Please....yes!"

That was all he needed; he took her with great force and gave her no reprieve as he desolated her for his own pleasure. She became weak in his hands and while she was numb to the ruin of her body, she was completely entranced by the new feeling and the tremendous orgasms that went with it.

He gave one last thrust and groaned as his engorged shaft exploded in her, filling her ass with hot seed. He let her go and fall onto the mattress, following behind, lying beside her. He watched as her body jerked and the muscles twitched in the after effects of his unleashing on her. She was well worth the money. He should probably give Trev some extra; she would need a few days to heal. He looked at the soft bruises that were already beginning to form on her thighs and hips. He smirked at the several bite marks on her perfect ivory flesh. His hand reached out to touch her petals and she jerk away instinctively. He chuckled.

"you will need a few days rest girl."

"mmmmm..." It was all she could utter.

"you would make Me a very good bed slut, but since I travel so often you would be laying there alone. If Trev was smart He wouldn't share you."

Her eyes fought to stay open. He had taken everything from her; all that was left was to sleep.

Dane left her there, as he passed the lock box he dropped in a couple extra tarsks, smiling as he did so.

A soft knock on Turok's door drew his attention away from Kieke. He held her still on top of him and called out. "Aye?"

"Master Turok, this girl is sorry to bother You, but it is near dawn and larl did not return to the kennels." Savon's voice was shaky, it was these times she hated being first girl.

"What?!" His voice boomed with his concern and anger.

He shoved Kieke off of him and to her side, his hard manhood slipping out of her soaking sex. Her lips pressed in a pout as she pulled at him with loving arms. He pushed away and snapped at her, "Enough kieke, I have to tend to this."

"Let the first girl find her."

"Mind your tongue, slut."

Kieke bit her lip, the sting of his words highlighted on her face. It had been years since he had called her a slut. She growled at the thought of the new kajira.

After dressing quickly Turok opened the door and left her there. His mind was running over last nights activities. Caloon's boy, he had taken her to the alcoves.

"Did you check the alcoves, savon?"

The girl stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him dumbly.

"I'm sorry, of course not." Shaking his head, he knew the girl wouldn't dare disturb any in the alcoves.

"larl was only to spend the evening with Master Dane, not all night. savon is not sure why larl didn't return."

"Trev should not have offered her to Him. He's rough and stupid. I don't trust Him either."

They reached the hall of alcoves, only three doors were closed. Something drew him to the far door at the end. A heavy fist boomed against the wood. "larl? This is Turok, I am searching for larl." 

No answer rose up so he pushed it open. His eyes fell on the bruised crumpled girl on the straw mattress, a thin sheet barely covering her. She was sound asleep, but she seemed comfortable. Turok's heart dropped seeing her in such a state. Dane was smart to sneak off.

Turok turned to savon; "go fetch the physician. Bring Her to My chambers."

As savon turned away quickly Turok knelt down and picked up larl, cradling her. She stirred in his arms and wrapped her own about him. 

Smiling she mumbled, "mmmmm, Master Dane...." She nuzzled her smooth cheek against Turok's chest and he grimaced to hear her purr of content for the other man.

He made his way quickly through the empty tavern and up to his chamber. Pushing open the door and striding in.




Chronicles of a Kajira Ch. 03



Kieke couldn't hide her hurt when he walked in with Larl in his arms. "Master! No, please, not in here?"

"Do NOT try My patience, kieke. you'll find yourself in the kennels."

Turok laid Larl down on his bed and covered her. He talked to her soothingly, rubbing her arm. "larl, wake girl. Are you ok?"

Larl had been wary of moving through the tavern. She had opened her eyes a couple of times in some dreamlike state and seen the walls move; she felt the sensation of the stairs. Now she became aware of Turok's voice luring her from her blissful slumber. Where was Dane?

"Master Turok?"

His hand brushed her cheek softly, "The physician is on her way."

The door opened and Trev stepped in, taking in the scene. "Is she ok?"

"I haven't a clue, the physician is not hear yet. What were You thinking?" He turned to Trev and walked him out into the hallway. The men's voices carried into the room where Larl rested alone with Kieke.

"I warned You about Him. He's a brute. Do You not remember what happened to solee?"

"I am quite aware of what happened then, and He was younger then. I had hoped He had aged?" Trev was calm with Turok, understanding his contempt for the young Dane.

"You HOPED?!"

"Watch it Turok. I won't have this argument in My home. You show too much favor to larl. Perhaps You should have spent Your own money on the slut. she will be fine, all in the life of a kajira."

A soft voice rose up, "Is the girl in here?"

"Yes, Lady Sara. Please see to her." Trev pushed open the door for the woman and then finished his thought with Turok. "Give her the rest she needs. I will hear nothing further of this." He turned his back on the angry Tavern Operator and strode off. 

In the room the woman looked over larl, applied salve to her sores and bruises, opening her legs and checking her over. 

"larl, open up and swallow this medicine. It should speed the healing, girl."

Larl was obedient and drank the vial of thick liquid. The physician stood up and smiled at Kieke who had been watching quietly, so angered that this girl had spoiled her moment with her master and now seemed to be taking up residence in her bed.

Turok entered and spoke with the lady, "How bad is it?"

"I've seen worse. she will need at least a hand. Apply this salve twice daily. It will help with the swelling and soreness."

"Thank You."

The door shut and he was alone with the two girls. He turned to Kieke, "get that look off your face girl. you know well your place with Me."

Kieke just nodded silently.

"I would like her to stay here for the next couple of nights. We won't have any problems, correct girl?"

"no Master. no problems from this one."

"Good then. Now go fetch some gruel for both of you."

Kieke rose and hurried off, not really wanting to leave him alone there with Larl, but not necessarily wanting to sit in there with her either.

Turok turned his attention to Larl, "I am sorry this happened girl. I assure you it won't happen again."

Larl was confused, other than her bruises she enjoyed being in the alcove with Dane. "Master Turok, larl is not upset with her time spent with Master Dane, quite the opposite actually. He thrilled this girl."

His eyes burned and his face showed the confusion he felt. "What? But He hurt you, girl."

She chuckled softly, "Well, there is a fine line between pleasure and pain when it comes to sexual desires, Master Turok."

He hated hearing that from her; he hated knowing that she enjoyed what Dane had done to her. "If you were His girl, then it would have been fine, but a Man should not use someone else's property in such a way. I wouldn't have treated His tarn in the same manner."

Larl giggled at the analogy, "girl should hope not."

He didn't get to scold her at the joke; Kieke entered with the gruel and knelt at the mattress.

"Eat girls. I will return shortly." He left the two alone in silence.

Larl sat up and ate her gruel, stealing quick glances at Kieke. 

It was Kieke that spoke first, "He loves me you know."

"Aye."

"you mean nothing to Him, He simply needed to try out the new kajira. To make sure you were suitable for the tavern." Kieke's words were cold and sharp.

Larl met her with and emotionless, "aye."

"Men love only one, but They feel the need to press Their dominance, show Their position in life by using other women. It makes Them feel strong."

Larl looked at her in shock. Where would she get the nerve, the idea of such a thing? "you're a barbarian, a captive from earth?"

"So?" Kieke shot back angrily.

"A true Gorean woman would never think such a thing. Men ARE strong, They DO dominate, and it is our POSITION in life to serve Them. I can't believe you would utter such words, even to another kajira." Larl was glad she was born here, that she knew her life's mission.

They continued to eat in silence, suddenly Larl knew why Turok was drawn to her. Though Kieke may be favored, great in the furs, and even loved; she would never have a true Gorean heart or fire. Turok desired that. She also knew why Kieke despised her so, for the very same reason.

The girls had finished their meals when Turok reentered. He sent Kieke off to tend to chores why he sat at his desk and looked over scrolls. Larl lay in bed silent; smiling to herself thinking of the night before.

Turok hadn't really been studying his business reports; he had been watching Larl. He was surprised to learn she had enjoyed last night. She seemed terribly foreign to him now. Not that he hadn't been forceful with her himself, but he hadn't thought a young woman, so new to her body would have found pleasure in such ravenous sex. Even Kieke would shy away when he got too forceful. And that was it, the difference between an earthen captive and a bred kajira. That would be the one thing that would pull him to Larl. 

He saw her smiling, "are you thinking of last night, girl?"

She bit her bottom lip, unsure what to say.

He shook his head, "It's ok, larl. I am actually glad your fire wasn't smothered. I would hate for one night to change what I saw in you."

He stood from his desk and made his way to her. She sat up and moved over to make room for him, her eyes following his every move. As he sat on the edge of the bed he traced her jaw with a single finger frowning as he saw the bruises on her neck. He wondered if Dane choked her on purpose or simply had grasped her too tightly. He heard her sigh at his touch and suddenly she seemed to be the Larl he remembered.

He leaned in and kissed her lips, her taste now familiar to him, so sweet. He pulled her to him and held her bare body close to his, the kiss deep and passionate. Kieke had become comfortable with him, and he with her. The bond and love was strong, but the fire was smaller in her. Larl was a raging inferno and she could ignite his own like no other. He wanted her and he reminded himself of her condition. He pushed her away.

"It's ok Master Turok. This girl doesn't hurt."

"No, you must heal. Rest girl." He left the room quickly.



Chronicles of a Kajira Ch. 04



(author's note - due to so many complaining over the capitalization use and online mannerisms, i have stopped Capping the Free. it really isn't a big deal, just tired of hearing about it.

ALSO...i ain't John Norman, this isn't written as a continuation of his stories...that would be illegal...DUH! This is a storyline of my online life in Gorean chat...don't like it, don't read it.  Thanks)



Chapter 4

The week was slow, she spent the first two nights in Turok's chambers; exchanging looks with Keike and listening to him use her. The only gratification she had was that while listening she heard the difference between her time with Turok and his use of Kieke. It made her smile as she slept in the furs. He would always pull Larl into the bed with them after he was finished; she on one side, Kieke on the other. He took turns through the night holding each of the girls. 

After the second night, Larl told him how uncomfortable she was and begged to go back to the kennels. Turok was reluctant, he loved having her close and greatly missed having two slaves to share his bed, but he understood. 

She spent the rest of the days lounging around the kennels, taking long baths in the grotto and working on her dancing. The bruises were healing nicely, only a few of the bites to her breasts and one yellow mark across her neck remained. At night though, she longed for Dane to return, she would tremble at the thought of him, his force.

Larl had been dancing when Desiree entered, watching her. "You should enter the contest next week. Bet you would win, that would smart Kieke." The tall girl laughed.

"Contest?" Larl looked perplexed, she knew nothing of the sort, didn't even know that girl's would dance to win something.

"Yes, any girl can enter, there is free form and structured. The prize is to sleep in one of the guest rooms for two nights and verr for dinners."

Larl's eyes lit up; she was a good dancer, and being trapped in here she had plenty of time to get ready. "I think I will."

Desiree just smiled as she walked out, she couldn't stand Kieke.

* * *

Trev was excited to hear the new girl would dance. He wanted to see what she had to offer and glad that she felt up to it. That night in the tavern he talked with Turok about it.

"I am excited to see Larl dance. Since you blew so much of my gold she better be good."

Turok looked stunned, "I wasn't aware she would dance. What I mean to say is; I wasn't aware she would in this contest. I am, of course, sure she is an excellent dancer."

Trev looked down at Kieke who could not hide her anger. "Not worried are you little slut? What do you need private chambers for anyway?" He laughed at the thought of Kieke loosing to his new pet.

"Well Turok, I am off to check on Larl before I retire for the night." He rose up and set off to the kennels, pushing open the wooden door, glancing through the small window of bars before entering, smiling at the beast curled in the corner.

She could hear the footfalls of boots, Trev's. She smiled as she rolled over to face him, starting to pull to her knees.

"No, girl, you needn't bother." He took a knee beside her, stroked her long auburn mane, following it as it lay across the dip of her waist and the rounding curve of her hip. He continued to move his hand over her thigh. She purred in contentment.

"I am glad you will dance in three days. I want you to continue to rest here, keep out of the tavern. Practice and make your Owner proud. Is that understood little girl?"

"Aye Master."

"I will notify Savon. I think after the contest, I should finally enjoy my property, don't you?"

A broad smile from full lips, a soft nod as she moaned for him, "ooohhhhh, yes Master."

He stood quickly and left her to her rest. She rolled onto her back and giggled at the thought, her belly burning as she fell to sleep.

* * *

Larl entered the tavern with Savon and two other paga girls. The hall was packed, voices jumbled together as girls sat with their masters, were led around on leash, even two were being used in the open, riding their masters as the men drank their ale and had their enjoyment. The sight was euphoric. One girl had already begun her dance in the pit; the music filled the room and voices hushed as patrons and kajirae focused on her moves. Larl knew her, or rather had seen her before. She belonged to one of the regulars to Steel Dawn.

Larl positioned herself near Trev and close to the sand pit. She watched the lovely dance. The girl gave her all, but it was clear she was not trained in dance, but naked flesh was hot, no matter what it did.

After the girl was finished, she saw Kieke emerge from the crowd and take her place in the sand. With a nod the music started and Kieke began her twisting motions, her need and desire clear and pronounced. Each sinful step called to the eye, a flick of her hips sent the men swooning, on her knees she was pure magic. Larl found it hard to believe that such heat came from a Barbarian.  Why did she not show that longing for her own master? Larl looked to Turok and saw him squirming in his chair, adjusting his weight. He too was seeing his old kajira, the one that stirred him. He hoped she would sustain something for the furs tonight.

She collapsed to her knees as the dance ended, her breathing labored; her muscles twitching. Larl smiled at the thought, Kieke had not practiced much, her body was spent from the motions, and it would not be enough for her to win tonight.

A rub to the back of her head and she looked over her shoulder, Trev smiled, "Go on My little dance slut. Show the men what good money brings."

She rose up to her feet, dawned the little zimmers onto her fingers and pulled up the two thin veils to cover her face, only her piercing emeralds shinned above the fabric. She let her little bare feet trail through the soft sands, as she wrapped the larger outer robe around her tiny frame, hiding her sexy curves from their lustful eyes. This is what would win her the contest; holding a man's lust, drawing it out, bringing them to the complete edge and then giving them what they desired, she would manipulate their own emotions to win this dance.

The taber started off, a steady rap that she slowly tapped her painted toes to, popping her hip under the robe, enough so it could be seen, but not enjoyed. She walked slow steady circles around the edge of the sand, moving so close to the men, letting the robe fall open in the front, some of her frame revealed. With a roll of her sculpted shoulders she let the fabric fall down them and off her arms, tossing it to the side, revealing a stunning beauty still covered with layers of shear silks and veils in a variety of hues of purple, pinks, and gold.

Now with her arms freed, she raised them out to her sides and began chiming in with the music, the little zimmers making a sweet "ching" around her as her dainty wrists made circles and beckoned men to come near. Reaching to the small of her back she pulled a tie and released a purple scarf from her hips, flipping it out and away from her body, twirling in wild circles around the pit, the fabric fluttering around her.

As she let that one go and sail away from her to crumple on the sand she was already loosening another pink silk. She took languid steps to a master seated near the edge. Handsome and built, with green eyes that rivaled her own. She let her now bare hips swing, her soft trimmed red curls above her moist heat drawing his eye at first. She tossed out the veil around his head and catching the other end, pulled him nearer to her. It was the coyness in her eyes that did him in, that look that said, "I am yours if you want me, come and take it." When his face was so close to her lush mounds she could feel his heated breath pass through her cleavage, she let go of the veil, leaving it with him and turning sharply away, dipping down to her knees to crawl seductively to the next man she wished to play with, her ass cheeks rolling was the green eyed master's lasting view.

Now all that was left on her were two veils covering her lovely face and pouty lips. There on her knees in the middle of the pit she rolled her body painfully around in slow motion, dipping back, her deep red hair blood streaks in the soft white sands, her abs and ribs strained as she leaned back with the roll, round breasts straining upward with erect nipples. As she came back up and whipped her hair around she released the top veil, bringing it over her sensitive nipples, rubbing it across the hard buds, bringing herself near bliss in her own dance. She tossed it frantically to her side, pushing her thighs out wider as she loosened the last veil, slowly rubbing it down her body, the light gold glistening against her silken ivory flesh. She brought it to her wanting mound and rub softly, not enough to anger any man watching her, enough to tease and make them want her. To show herself as the needy slut she was. Her scent now on the last veil she brought it to her mouth, grasped it in her ruby lips and crawled low to the sands, letting her pink buds drag across the tormenting sands. At Trevs feet she kneeled, a willing slut offering him a treasure which he gladly accepted.

The men called out and beat their fists to their shoulders, the room erupted in calls, girls whooped and squealed. Her breaths were slow and labored but she had plenty more to give. 

Several men slapped Trev on his shoulder nodding approval; two stopped and whispered to him. Larl was the last to dance; people began to move out from around the pit and occupy tables and furs, awaiting the decision of the three judges. 

The man that Larl had danced for and taunted came up behind her and stroked her hair, he bent down and spoke softly. His voice burned her heart and stung her soul, "It is a shame pretty slut that I must leave early. But I visit here often, and in my next return I want to feel that fire in the furs. I look forward to using you...and using you often." 

He grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipple before walking away. She saw the man and Trev exchange friendly glances.

Trev gave Larl the signal to lap and she hurriedly did so. He turned his neck so that she could nuzzle him and kiss him sweetly. He smelled her sex off the veil and whispered to her. It was a different side of him and one that shocked her as well as intrigued.

"You smell delectable, but I fear it is not enough to have this scent on a rag. I want my mouth buried in your cunt dear slut, so that I might smell it off my beard. You will cum for me, girl; you will feed your Master your sweet honey."

Moaning was all she could do as she rubbed her mound against him. He pulled her up against him closer, letting his hard spear push through his britches and tease her sensitive pearl. 

He called to her, "That's my good slut, right here girl. I know that dance worked on your senses, I know what you need. Mmmmmmm."

She was pushing and rocking so hard against him as he pushed back up to her. She was mindless of all those around her, just the complete pleasure she felt rubbing against him. She bit her lip, pushed her face into his neck and groaned.

He too moaned in her ear as he felt her nectar flow from her and soak his crotch. Laughing as he said to her, "that is a very good little beast. Only a true slut can release in the open, can forget all to have her joy. Such a good little slave you are."

He gave her a tight hug and then pushed her down to the furs at his feet. He stood and walked off to tend to some business and greet some friends, pulling his light shirt out of his pants; the shirt tails covering her offering. She sat there taking in the sights, reveling in the sticky sweet between her thighs.

The First Sword of the tavern whistled and drew everyone's attention. He called out several names and remarked on the dances scene. Larl listened as Savon joined her and held her hand. It was no surprise to anyone other than Kieke that Larl won this contest. She stood and bowed her head to all and then sat back down, her cheeks blushing.

Trev strode over quickly and commanded the girl, "hair!"

She stood to his left and tossed her thick mane up and over to fly forward, her body bent at the waist. 

With a handful of it he said to her, "let Me show you to your quarters and your prize slut."

He dragged her off and away from the mayhem of the tavern.

Trev's smile was wide as he pulled the girl up the stairs and down the hallway leading to the patron's quarters. The narrow passage dark, save for the few flickering torches. His thoughts on the girls previous dance fresh in his mind. He pushed open the door to the small guest chamber and moved quickly to the furs, the little slave scampering behind him, still bent over, her hair tangled in his large hand.

He loosened his grip letting her stand and took her face in his hands, kissing her deeply.  Larl moved her soft little fingers up his chest to his shoulders, following his arms to cup over his hands on her face. Their tongues twirled and danced. She was amazed at how passionate his kiss was. She took a step closer, pressing her body into his, needing to feel him against her.

Trev, dropped his hands, longing to touch her curves, moving over her lush breasts, down her slender sides and waist to grasp her perfectly shaped ass. He was happy she was nude; he didn't need to bother with troublesome silks. 

He pulled his mouth from hers, "My britches, girl."

She quickly complied; her fingers working at the ties, pulling the waist free, pushing them down off his hips. In a quick movement he lifted her up; she wrapped her legs around him as he thrust his manhood deep inside her welcoming flower, pushing her against the wall. Larl's hands groped and moved over his undulating muscles, the soft but craving touch tingled across his flesh, and Trev was astounded that she could send such a sensation through him. He took the wild emotion and pounded it into her, pushing harder and deeper with his thick rod, slamming her into the stones with great viciousness. He looked at her small frame shake and tremble from the onslaught, the extreme pleasure of his pursuit written on her face. 

She screamed out in gratification, "Master....yes, please! Don't stop, please don't stop!"

At the sounds of her words he did what any good man should, he stopped. He pushed in deep and held her there against the wall, the shock in her eyes made him laugh.

"Don't think your pleasured screams make you any less of a beast girl. You are for my use girl. This is not for your enjoyment. Keep that in mind, slut."

He stayed completely still; she ached. He smiled, and she cringed. She tried to move her hips, so he gripped them tighter and frowned at her, shaking his head no.

"Too many years have I played with toys like you, and though I am sure you enjoy being used and being satisfied; I, girl, will give you a feeling no man has yet to send through you. You, slut, will learn how to be without."

She didn't think she could handle this. What kind of punishment was this? He too was not receiving pleasure, why would a man do such a thing? 

As her breathing slowed and she began to gain her senses again he smiled and began to thrust into her again. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself, she knew a man could not hinder himself in such a way. She rolled her head as he took her with such might that she quickly climbed back to the point of rapture she had been before he stopped his ravage.

He felt her muscles clamp around his thick spear and again pushed deep and held her there. Not moving his sex one inch inside of her, holding steady as she pulsed around him. He watched her writhe there impaled on him pressed against the wall. He knew very well how to bring a girl to extreme heights. It was good for her to learn to suppress her joys for his needs.

Trev kissed her lips softly and watched as she slipped down into a state she could control. "Now girl, this time I will not stop, but you will NOT release. You are not allowed to have fulfillment. Understood?"

Larl didn't understand, or at least she didn't want to. But she had seen Trev with the other kajiae and knew he was strict. "Yes Master. This girl will restrain herself."

Trev grabbed tight to her ass, lifting her up and plummeting her over and over, her back throbbed from the constant banging against the harsh stones finally warm from her own body. At the new adjustment of his angle he was driving into her so very deep and she bit down on her lip to send a new pain through her; anything to make her forget about the numbing sense of thrill gushing through her. With elation her wet sex clamped down on him and Trev smiled as he felt her; he had complete trust that she would not disappoint him. As her sheath constricted around his battering manhood she fought to gain control of herself. He grabbed her in a deep kiss, trying his best to make her objective difficult. 

What he wanted was her to experience an orgasm like none other. To know that controlling herself, restraining herself, and culminating all the passion in her exploits could be greater enjoyed at a maximum climax. It wasn't just to prove to her that sex was for men. Her pleasure was not hers, but his. Her body was to be enjoyed by those that mastered her, if she got anything at all from it; it was because they allowed it. He could tell she was holding on; she was learning to sustain her bliss, and he was proud of her.

He pulled out of her quickly and settled down on the thick furs. "Lap girl, and hold nothing back." 

He saw her smile, "Except, your release girl." He sneered at her.

Larl stifled her pout as she climbed into his lap, letting her legs straddle around him, pulling close to him. His stiff muscle slid into her slick opening with ease and she pushed against him till her petals were pressed to him. She sighed and took several deep breaths. She doubted she could hold herself back in this position. Larl would want to slow or stop if she felt the urges take her; or worse yet drive onward and release anyway.

He grabbed her ass firmly and kissed her neck, pushing her back so that he could capture a hard pink bud in his teeth. He rolled it around and sucked it heavily, letting his tongue flick the sensitive bit. He knew she was tentative to move on him so he pushed her down onto him further and pulled her back off only to shove her back down. A deep moan bellowed from her lips. He was growing aggravated with her reluctance.

"girl?"

"Yes Master."

She closed her eyes took a deep breath and began to rock against him, the steady force growing harder with each thrust. She pulled nearly completely off him and then hurled herself back down. She could feel the tip of his manhood sting her with each stab. Trev continued his attack to her nipples, switching from one bouncing breast to the other. The only thing she could do was to dig her nails into his back and bite her lip. She tried to think of anything other than the lovely delight pumping through her veins and nerves. She looked at table with a bowl of fruit and a bottle of ka'la'na; watched the flames flicker from the torches hanging from the walls; she even took note of the large wood beams jutting across the ceiling. Anything in the small room to pull her mind from the ecstasy that pumped through her veins.

Trev growled as he could tell she was sending her mind elsewhere. He grabbed a handful of red roped mane and pulled her head to his. He kissed her so very deep, letting is tongue take over her mouth and pull her back to the furs with him. He tasted the blood from her lip where she had been biting so very hard.

"Here with me girl, don't stray your thoughts."

"Yes, Master, this girl is completely here." 

With the onslaught of his kiss she was pulled back to the building and surging heat that she could no longer suppress. She prepared herself to anger him and just as she was about to give in to her body, she felt him swell inside her. Manly hands gripped her ass hard, spreading her creamy cheeks. She leaned back, arched her back and pushed down harder on him, no longer concerned about the sensations that had numbed her. She now understood. She rocked and ground against him. He buried his face into her rich cleavage and moaned as his spear exploded with liquid heat. He held her there on him as his muscle pulsed and quivered in her; she reveled in his satisfaction, still not having her own. Her slave belly ached and she wanted to coat him in her own nectar.




Chronicles of a Kajira Ch. 04



Taking deep breaths he pulled his face from her delicious breast and kissed her. He knew very well what she now needed, and he had no intention of giving it to her. Using his large hands he pushed her off of him and lay back on the furs, crossing his arms behind him.

"Clean Me up girl."

She willingly knelt over him, positioning herself between his legs. She licked his still hard manhood and sucked softly at the head. Moving her lips over his sack and inner thighs, kissing softly back up to his spear, taking it fully into her sweet lips and deep into her mouth, her tongue playing with the tip of it. She then rolled her tongue over his lower pelvis, following the cut of his pelvic bones, the taste so sweet to her lips.

Trev ran his fingers through her thick locks and grab them, pulling her up to him and laying her on his body. He kissed her lips, reveled in feeling her hard nipples and soft breasts on his chest. He rolled her onto her side and turned to face her.

"Go to sleep Larl. You did well. I am pleased." He turned back over and closed his eyes.

Larl laid there stunned. Her body was crawling; her fire still engulfing her. There was no way she could sleep. She moved away from him just a bit and pressed her thighs together, rubbing them.

"Don't you dare, slut." He chuckled.

"But Master...please...."

"No." He pulled her close to him. He knew that his touch would make it even harder on her and also he could feel her every move.

At some point Larl finally slept, but her body stayed wired and she had sensual dreams of wild nights and hard sex. She awoke panting, needing air, and she was afraid that in her sleep she had enjoyed what he had denied. She sat up with a start and saw Trev watching her, smiling.

"Now that is impressive. You were so worried about displeasing me you woke from an erotic dream to follow a command. Very good little one."

He climbed on top of her, slid into her wanting sex and pushed down hard and deep. He took her easily, slowly, building the fire that was already roaring. He needed it to consume her. The kisses were wild with passion, their bodies were in complete unison as they moved and thrust. It did not take long. With the steady touch of each inch of his thick pole moving through her velvet lips and wet channel, the muscles clamped down and this time he allowed her to fully enjoy their coupling.

"Release girl, and remember how grand it was."

Her body shuddered under such an intense orgasm. She shook and moaned. Her moans became shrill cries that not only filled the room, but bellowed down the hall. Thick honey flowed like a tributary from her pulsating flower, soaking the furs under her. It seemed as though the tap had no end, as she continued to twist and torture under him, and Trev just smiled and reveled in the gushing honey from her tight slit.

As she floated down from her heaven he kissed her softly, nibbling at her nose. He moved off her and laid there watching as she continued to experience what he had given to her.

Between breaths she muttered, "Thank you Master, thank you."

He kissed her head before they both fell into deep sleep.

* * *

A deep breath in as Larl woke from her night with Trev. She blinked several times, pushing away the haze as she remembered being in one of the guest chambers. She looked around her and smiled as she saw a small cup of juice and some fresh fruit, sitting on a table. She sat up, her legs still sticky sweet from the night; she moaned at the thought. 

Wrapping little hands around the bowl, she pulled it down to her lap and let her fingers move through the different fruits. She would leave the ramberries for last, her favorite. She started with the two larmas, letting the sweet very juicy treats linger in her mouth, smiling as she lapped up the juice that trailed down her fingers and hands. Sipping the juice as she ate her morning meal she turned her attention to the door, the creak of it opening caught her attention.

Larl quickly put the bowl back and sat upright on her knees.

The door pushed open and Trev stepped in. "I figured you would still be asleep lil one." His eyes fell to the bowl, and Larl shuddered at the thought that the fruit was not for her....stupid kajira.

"You don't like ramberries girl?"

"No Master, they are Larl's favorite. She was saving them for last."

He sat down beside her and picked up the bowl, popping a berry into his mouth.

"Girl is so sorry, she thought they were for her, Master, she begs mercy for her ignorance."

His laugh was easy. "They are Larl. You did nothing wrong." He offered her a berry and she opened her mouth, letting her tongue touch his fingers as she took it.

They sat in silence for a while, eating the rest of the fruit. Larl pondered what he was thinking, why he was sitting here with her. Just as she was about to break the silence Trev spoke up.

"My lady is away for the next hand visiting her family. I would like to move you to my chambers girl, to my home. You will tend to the needs there."

Larl just looked up dumbly. She hadn't been trained as a house slave, not that there was much difference, chores and cooking were the same no matter where one was doing them.

"I'm not used to being there alone. Actually, girl, I hate it." He stood quickly, setting the bowl upon the table. "Go to the baths and clean up Larl. I will fetch you from there."

Without another word he walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.

Larl didn't hesitate as she grabbed the bowl and cup and headed off to the first floor and the kitchen to deposit the dishes before taking her bath.

* * * 

In the bath Larl joined several of the girls washing and splashing about. She eased down the marbled steps into the warm waters, dipping down low into them as she made her way over to Savon.

"So Larl, how was last night?" Savon giggled as if she knew the answer.

"mmmmmmmm, very nice." Larl closed her eyes in thought.

"I remember my time with Master Trev. Damn, he was wild." One of the girls said.

Another girl chimmed in, "I've never felt so satisfied with a man."

Desiree had now joined them, "I don't think he's used a slave in a while. What with having a slave as a companion, why would he need to?"

Savon chuckled, "Cause he is a man, and one woman will never be enough, no matter how wonderful she is," the girls all chimed in with laughter.

"Well, isn't that fortunate for us." Larl added, raising one eyebrow.

A voice called over away from the group, "I heard you are going to his home? Is that true? Is the most desired tavern slut to become a mere house slave?" Kieke's tone was unmistakable.

Larl shot her a nasty look, "He is lonely, and it's easier to have a slut in your bed than to travel to a tavern to use one. You should know that very well. Or has your Master already tired of you?"

The stab at Kieke was clear, and it stung her hard. She turned her back; left the pool; and wrapped a towel around her as she exited. Several of the girls giggled, but Larl actually felt bad about the comment.

"So, is it true Larl?"

She didn't have time to answer, Trev's beckoning voice grabbed their attention and Larl quickly moved through the waters, her hips swaying and cutting through the shimmering liquid. He held up a towel for her and she dried off and then stepped into clean silks.

Trev called out to Savon. "I am sorry you will be short a girl this week for chores, but I am sure you can manage. Try not to spend all day gossiping about the men you serve." He gave an easy wink as he attached a leash to Larl's kolar and gave her a little tug. Her little fingers gave a wave as she followed off behind him.

The walk through the streets of the little town was a short distance but a long travel. Trev was well respected with the free. They stopped often and talked about different events and affairs. Larl stood there respectfully a few steps away; she smiled politely and spoke when needed. Finally they turned down a small alley and he pushed open a door, leading her inside and unsnapping the leash from her kolar.

His home was tidy and spacious. There were very few furnishings about the large open living area. A fireplace and hearth stood in the middle of the room, with a cooking pit to one side near the kitchen, the other side just a cozy fire surrounded by lush furs and two couches with many pillows. A lone table sat near the kitchen with three wooden benches pulled up under it. A small vase detailed with a tarn in flight sat in the middle of the dusty table; it contained dying dinas. Larl smiled at them, thinking of how beautiful they must have been when his lady left. She began to walk around the room, taking notice of the arrangement of items and what needed to be done about his home. 

Trev hung his fur cloak on a peg from the wall, along with his kurt, the five tailed whip most men carried, and his short sword and satchel. He looked over to the girl walking around his home. His eyes followed her every move, each curve of her body and sway of her hip. He smiled watching her little fingers trail over the table and the counters in the kitchen, pausing at the dishes piled near the basin. Even from this angle, he could tell she was frowning.

"I don't do dishes, girl."

"Aye Master, as you shouldn't." She turned to face him, smiling. "This girl will take care of them."

"I need to tend to some scrolls. I need you to start something for dinner, Larl. Then start cleaning up some things." He turned away and pushed through a door leading into another room, shutting it behind him.

Larl started out by cleaning off a counter and making some sa tarna bread, sliding it into the deep stone cooking hearth of the fire. She learned her way about his kitchen and started some thick slabs of bosk turning on the spit of the fire. Larl cut up some suls and carrots, putting them in a mixture of water and bosk drippings and hung the kettle, letting them simmer to cook. She made paga with the sa tarna also adding that kettle to the fires. Using some of the sa tarna she mixed up a thinned out mixture of slave gruel and hung it on the hooks of the fire as well; checking all of the wonderful smelling kettles she had simmering. 

Having started the dinner, she began washing dishes and cleaning. Larl tossed out the dying flowers, dusted and waxed the table and benches, and drug the furs outside to beat the dust from them. While outside she saw a beautiful planter with dinas, several herbs and a ramberry bush. Having placed the clean furs back around the sitting side of the fire, Larl grabbed up a basket and headed back out to the planter. She picked the pretty dinas, several different herbs, and two handfuls of ramberries.

When she entered back inside she took in a deep breath of the warm home, the aroma of the paga and foods cooking filled her with accomplishment. The tiny girl leaned into the stone hearth with her hands covered, pulling out the stone baker with the two loaves of sa tarna bread. She set them aside to cool while she placed the dinas in the vase and then washed and dried the herbs and berries.

"Larl, come here girl." Trev's voice called from the other room.

She pushed against the wooden door and looked in; it was his sleeping chambers and office. Trev was seated at a large desk, a tharlion oil lamp flickered jumping light across the many scrolls. Across from his desk pushed up near the far wall was a large thick mattress covered in many furs and stuffed pillows. On another wall were the remnants of iron rings and chains. Under them were two furs laid over some straw. Larl made notice that the straw was fresh and the furs new and clean. She smiled and chuckled to herself; they were brought in for her.

Trev watched as her keen eyes took in the surroundings. He mused at whether he liked her quizzical nature or if it should offend him. Most kajirae would have simply came in the room and went straight to his feet; not Larl. He knew it was this trait of hers, this quiet curiosity, that drew Turok to her, but curiosity was nothing that a slave should carry. Perhaps it was that she never questioned the things, just soaked them up in those deep green orbs and that soft smile showing that she understood. It made her different, unique, and quite tempting.

Larl went to his feet and lowered to her knees, her head lifted high to him, but her eyes never left his heavy boots. "You called this girl, Master?"

"Do I smell paga girl?"

"Yes Master."

"Bring Me a bowl girl, and I will finish my work here. Prepare the table and my plate for dinner."

"Yes Master." Larl rose up and left the room quickly.

Trev's eyes stayed on her perky round rear as she left. He shook his head smiling, "What a wonderful sight," he said aloud to himself.

In the kitchen Larl retrieved a clay three footed bowl and checked it for flaws, rubbing the rim across her soft porcelain cheek. She cleaned it well and filled it with the steaming hot paga. As she hurried back to him, she could feel the heat warming the bowl on her small hands. She knelt before him, kissed the bowl just under the rim and then offered it to him in outstretched arms. She would be happy to have the now scorching bowl free from her delicate hands.

Trev took the bowl from her and set it to the side; he reached out and softly ran his fingers through some of the soft twisting tendrils of her coppery mane. He loved the color under the oil lamp; the flickering light made her hair look like fire, dancing colors shimmering from her head.

"Good girl, go tend to the table."

"Yes Master."

In the kitchen she gathered a platter and all the items needed for his meal, placing a small bowl of bosk butter and a cup of honey for the bread upon the table. The platter she carried to the cooking spit and cut strips of juicy meat from the slab of bosk. She ladled and drained the suls and carrots and added them to bosk. Larl lastly tore off a hunk of sa-tarna bread and added it to the platter, setting it upon the table for him.

Trev was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed watching her prepare the meal. Did she know he was standing there or did her hips always swing in such a tempting manner? His loins ached and he wanted her now. He tipped his head back with a long smile, how wonderful would she be bent across his table; to hear the sounds of the heavy wooden legs squelching across the tiles as he enjoyed her every attribute, driving into her with extreme heated force. 

It was this thought that brought his eyes to the table, fresh dinas. How his lady would have been touched to see such a soft, loving gesture. He glanced back to the petite girl; she was standing by the table, her head tilted, dazzling eyes reading him, studying him.

"Master?"

"You need to monitor the way you look at me, actually any free, even your surroundings, girl. You need not understand such things in life. A beast simply lives to please."

She turned her eyes to the tiles quickly, but she noticed him reach out with the empty bowl. Taking it from him she went back to the kettle of paga and refilled his drink. Placing it back on the table where he was now sitting and starting his meal. 

She laughed to herself and thought about the difference between serving here in his home and in the tavern. Here, she was not fighting the other slaves for the attention of the men; it was necessary to charm the men into the alcoves to make more money for the tavern. Here, in his home, she simply tended to his needs. It was nice. But it was also plain and boring. She missed the flirtation, the stares from many. 

His deep voice stirred her from her thoughts. "Did you make gruel, girl?"

"Aye Master."

"Fix yourself some and sit with me." He motioned to the other chair.

Larl stood where she was for the moment, just staring at the chair, perplexing over it as she tilted her head. A chair? She had never sat in one before. How odd that a girl of her years had never once sat in a chair. 

"Did your hearing leave you suddenly?" He questioned.

"No Master. Girl has just never had the luxury." She was still staring at it. It looked quite uncomfortable.

"Well then fix your meal and find your place on the floor if it makes you happier." He laughed as he ate, and thought whether or not she would sleep in his bed for the night or prefer the straw and furs.

Larl found herself a small bowl and ladled in some of the gruel. Making her way over to the table she knelt down at the end of the table near his feet and began lapping up the mash. Gruel wasn't the worst thing to eat, but it certainly wasn't the best food that could pass one's lips. It was plain in flavor and messy, since slaves ate with their hands. Larl had learned a trick; she made her gruel soupier by adding extra water. She then could simply tip the bowl and drink the meal. And for a slave only receiving one bowl per day, it made the meal seem like more.

Trev's eyes widened as he watched her delicately drink her meal. What a smart little pet. His lady would have been most impressed with Larl. When she returned, he would be sure to have them meet.

He was also delighted with her cooking skills. Trev hadn't expected his meal to be so wonderful. With every day that passed he was finding new reasons to enjoy this expensive toy Turok had purchased.

They continued their meal in silence, both keenly aware of how awkward it was. He was used to having conversation with his Free Companion and Larl was used to eating with her jabbering sisters. Trev wondered how it was that his lady and he had ever gotten past that Master/slave relationship to one that was dependant on one another and mutual. It had been so many years now; it was quite natural and many that were close to them would think she had been born free, even of high caste coming from a fine family well thought of around the lands of Gor.

As he finished his meal, he pushed the dishes away and left the table, heading into the small sitting area near the fire. Without a word Larl rose and set to quickly cleaning up behind them. 

"Larl, leave it for later girl. Come to me."

She hurried in to him, getting ready to kneel at his feet he reached out and grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap. His hands so strong around her, he took her instantly. His kiss so deep, she moaned at the power in his touch. Sliding her legs on either side of him, she naturally rocked her hips against him, remembering their night together; larl ached to feel him again, to have him control her emotions and fuel her in mesmerizing ways.

Trev entangled his fingers into the thick lava mane and yanked back hard on her scalp, kissing her stretched neck, grinning as the fire jumped off the steel encasing it. With each tug to her hair she rocked her hips harder against him. He tugged again just to hear her growl and feel the wet push against his hardening member. Each pull a direct line to spurring her fire. By the Priest Kings, he needed this kajira more than he could have originally imagined.

"My leathers girl."

Expert fingers loosened the ties and freed his thick manhood. With one swift rock of her hips he slipped into her slick flower so easily. She began thrusting and grinding against him with heated need, but the look in his eyes told her nothing had changed. He would use her in the manner he saw fit, and her release was determined on how well she pleased him.

Trev grasped her hips; they were so small in his huge hands. He slowed her wild rampages on him and made her take easy rhythm, pushing up as he drew her down, then holding her there. His mouth twisted in a wicked smirk as he could see her body crawl, muscles twisting with needed desire. He knew she wanted him to take her with greedy force, but he also knew she deeply enjoyed what he put her through in their first furring.

He brought her lush breasts to his face and lapped at her nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking it hard, teeth grinding on it. Her little squeals gave him all he needed to know, applying more pressure to the sensitive bud, feeling her tense and thinking of pulling away, only to change her mind and push into the stinging bite. He let go when her wet sheath tightened around his sword.




Chronicles of a Kajira Ch. 04



"Don't even think about it girl. Control yourself."

"yes Master, she wouldn't dare." Her breaths deep as she held strong to the passion that was building in her, thrusting her hips wildly.

Trev was enthralled with the girl, her small body rocking in wonderful rhythms over him. She was certainly a wonderful treat, something he doubted he would ever tire of.  He set back to enjoying the taste of her delectable nipples, pulling them into his mouth, rolling the pebbles through his teeth, nipping and biting as his hips thrust up in her with a reckless abandon.

"That's it girl, harder, show me what it is you can take. Please me, girl."

His words spurned her, she gripped hard to his shoulders and lifted her sex off of his thick member, dropping down onto him again, impaling herself over and over. Her squeals filled the room, joining with his grunts and groans of satisfaction. It was a music that would have pleased the Priest Kings. And on top of it all, as her body pulsed and bent over him, rocked and swayed like a ship on the churning sea, she cried out to him, begging a favour she already knew the answer to.

"May this girl release, please Master?!"

Trev just laughed; did she really just ask him that?  Did she honestly think he would grant her such an easy release? He decided not to answer her question at all, "come on slut, you can do better than that. Give it to me; give your owner all of you."

Larl looked down at him, a wicked grin played across her lips; she pressed her body close against his, her mound and clit rubbing hard against his pubic bone. She just ground down against him in wild tight circles. The feeling was completely blissful agony to her body, sending wild electrical pulses through her, numbing her legs, toes curling. 

The look on his face told her that he too was feeling the immense pleasure, his very different from hers. That tight, slick sex held his thick rod like a well formed sheath made just for him. And his thick bulging head was pressed against the opening to her womb, soft and spongy against his over sensitized flesh. As she arched back, changing the position he entered her welcoming flower, taking him even deeper he buried his face into her deep cleavage and groaned as his tongue played among the creamy mounds.

He heard her whimper and knew she was doing all of this for him, "release girl, enjoy it!"

His cock jumped and twitched inside of her, spurting hot thick cum deep inside of her rippling sex. He growled as her muscles gripped him and milked his shaft, it was cosmic, and it was all her, a simple kajira, a purchase, a piece of property that was bringing this to exaltation.

Larl trembled on top of him as the orgasm gripped her body and shook her with the delights of it. She was amazed at the heights which this man could take her, spinning her though sensations and emotions that she never felt possible.

As her pulse slowed and the numb tingles moved away from her outer most fringes, she collapsed down on his chest, nuzzling into his chest. Sighing at the peace she now felt as his hands ran over her smooth back, a soft caress.

"Larl, you please me greatly girl. I am happy to own you, to have you here in my home."

She blushed at the comment, unsure what to say to something so sweet, so heartfelt. 

In her pause he laughed softly lifted her up and carried her into his private chambers.

"Oh, make no mistake, slave, you life is for sexual use, for my gratification. And tonight, I doubt either of us sleeps, girl."

She giggled at his words and the sound of the heavy door slamming shut behind them.