0 comments/ 60250 views/ 0 favorites The Tandem Chain Dance Ch. 01 By: Joseki Ko * * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I watched as both the redhead and the blonde played with each other that night. Both enjoying the company of another. The slight smiles the hidden laughs made it obvious that they got along. Which gave me an evil idea. As the redhead retreated from me to the slave mats of the Pink Sleen smile a bit, relieved of her offering and now ruffled into a chaotic mass of garishly orange hair, she furrows her brows for a moment in confusion, pursing her lips to blow the hair from her eyes as she leans back, lowering her hands to her tightly closed thighs. The blonde grasping a few horns from the cabinets hurried above, holding the pitchers in her left by their handles together and the horns in her right, reaching the top of the stairs and once more upon the main floor. She looked around quickly noting all with Their beverages and knelt, resting the bottoms of the pitchers upon her left thigh until such a time the drinks need be topped off. tossing her head lightly, sending her spiraling piggy tails dancing as the tendrils kissed her bare shoulders tickling her lightly enough to draw a smile as she listened to the voices and watched those around her from hazel hues beneath the light curtain of pale lashes. The redhead easing backward, she smiles at me nodding. "Thank You, Master, for allowing me the chance to be of service." The Head of the Inn leaned back on his pillows and putting his feet up on the low table sipped his mead feeling good about Gor and his place in it. The blond gave a quick look to the redhead smiling at her as the two knelt right next to each other, nudging her and giving her a soft smile and a wink, keeping the pitchers balanced upon her thighs, the horns still within her right hand. The Innkeeper giving the girls an evil smile beckoned them over to him. "Come here for a second girls" "Yes Master." Replied the blond in her quick voice. The redhead nearly fainted at being addressed twice in the same day, but rose to her feet obediently, making her way over to the Master as quickly as possible, grinning to the blonde as she falls into step beside her before lowering to her knees at the Masters feet. "Yes, Master?" Inquired the redhead clearly knowing that something was wanted from her. The blond rolling her hips back, balancing on the balls of her feet, muscles rippling as the weight transfers on her bare skin, the soft bells lilting in argument to the movement, she rose, the pitchers in her left, mead and ale, and serving horns in her right that she be ready should Any need of her, soft naturally swayed steps crossing the floor, then melting once more to the deck at His feet, modest thighs pressed closed and burdens balanced upon them, flashing Him a brilliant dimpled smile and tossing her spiraling piggy tails to make the tendrils dance. With a quick wink to her redheaded sister in slavery she sank to rounded knees before she drew her veiled hazel hues to her Master. The Master looked over at the girls and chuckling to himself took the tray of pitchers and drinks from her and setting them on the ground next to him* "I was thinking..." he started. A sheer sign of terror in the girls he owned knowing that the evil look he'd given them would soon bear fruit. Their Master pulled 10 feet of chain from the box next to him and locked one end of it to the ring on both of the girls collars. "I'd love to see a tandem chain dance." He said calmly as if dicussing the weather. To her credit the blonde just blinked slowly. "Yes Master, as you command." "And I'm sure you girls will be just fantastic at it." The Master responded knowing he was asking a lot but knowing equally well that the girls were more than up for the challenge. The redhead not as sure of herself blinked as well, lifting a shaking hand to her neck, then looking to the blonde. "May we have a minute or so to ready ourselves Master?" questioned the blonde. "But, but Master! I do not dance! I cannot dance! Please, Master, find another girl, please...Please, one that knows how? One that is certain to please You?" whimpered the redhead fighting the urge to flee. Aye girls I know it will take you a minute to discuss choreography take your time and dance well." "Thank You Master." The Tandem Chain Dance Ch. 02 * * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (6.5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * The blonde tugged her sister back with a slight shake of her head, quickly explaining that begging when it comes to dances gets you nowhere. She then quickly drew her quickly to the furs to discuss, the chains singing softly. The redhead bit her lower lip hard, following reluctantly, panting as she fought the terror of dancing before a Master. The blonde in a shiver and lilt of bells mixing with grading music caused of the dragging chime of chains, the girls rose, crossing the floor and standing in a clear space, the chain giving them exactly 10 feet of space between them, they turn, winds kissing their flesh causing their hair to spiral and tickle their bodies as both go to grip the chain, the redhead holding it low in a pulling grip, the blonde gripping at the throat, eyes wide, ready, waiting for the cue. The redhead holding the lightweight chain in both hands, she shifts the cold metal between them, focusing her attention on the other girl, the one at the end of the chain, her breathing fast and shallow, nervously she darts her gaze to the Frees watching, seeing Two of whom she was acquainted, and another she had hoped she would be able to forget, she narrows her eyes a bit, seeing the Man of the North, she looks to the girl and tugs on the chain. With the tug on the chain, the vibrant hazel eyes of the blond flying open, and narrowed. Anger frustration, denial. Fingers grip at the length of separation, a fight. anarchy. the girl begins her movements, always drawing, pulling, away from the chain, away from. the moons and the priestkings will not make her come to such as You before her! spiral piggy tails whip, movements frenzied, the beat, the sound of her feet hitting the planks, a tempo for all that rages within. The redhead with a bit of a snarl, she draws herself up, squaring her narrow shoulders and bracing her feet slightly apart, lifting her chin, her delicate features hardened to a stern expression, her movements certain, demanding as she watches the girl struggling against the tether, carefully, she tugs the chain closer, drawing the chain closer, bringing the possession at the end of the chain ever closer, a snarl arching over her lips. The blonde the arc grew smaller, the spirit flared in the hazels. How dare she! Hands gripping tightly, wrapping links around the waist feeling the chain cut deep into bare limbs, skin revealed to everyone's eyes even as the pace draws faster, Frustration, hazel hues find her gaze and the dance freezes, body taunt, the chain crossing a heaving breast to encircle a waist, 7 paces. Silence as wind snaps in the sails, keeping her gaze, seeing her. Her demand. Her wish the blondes submission. A panicked beast, in movement again, unwrapping quickly with a spiral of flowing tendrils, soft bells and the angry snap of chain once again drawn taunt, but closer to the redhead, ever closer. The heart floods within frenzied. a desperate cry as the mind echos Her wish. Submit! The redhead unable to ignore the voices reaching, she growls a bit at the girl, jerking the chain closer, two more tugs on the metallic links, a bit harsher now, more demanding, the discarded length clattering to the deck behind her as she wraps the links around her wrist, tightening it on the fragile bones and pressing tight, appearing to strangle it as she stares at the girl, careful not to break her expression. The blonde felt a jerk, then another, distance demanded, stolen, until only a mere five paces remained, the last yank, pulling the beast from her feet to her knees, Desperation. Frustration. Fear. and the inkling within the blood that made the tears gather within the hazels, all fours, snapping the head back to find The redheads gaze once more, long tendrils snapping back, catching the light, kissing sweat moistened curves, flesh reddened where the chain bit dangled The blond trying to avoid this, avoid her. Her breath heaves, shivers racking as the beast pulled against those last steps, muscles quivering with the need to release. Submit again it echoes within the mind, and the beast holds her gaze, seeing her wish. She demand's heat flooding the curves with reluctance. Fear, the dance of desire on a knifes cruel edge. The redhead eyes locked to the girl at the end of the chain, the weakening on the untamed creature, she smiles a bit, pleased with the silent warring, the culmination which was inevitable, she hauls back hard on the chain, levering her body backward to haul the kajira closer, sending her stumbling forward, pleased as the girl hits her knees, she leans down, burying her hand in the girls hair and hauling her neck back, placing a demanding kiss to her lips. The blonds hues flew open, tendrils crying out, arching the body back, the light striking the beast's moist curves, arched to the redheads pleasure, stolen by her chain, and taken by her kiss, a shiver, the spine rippling as the beast is released, melting at her feet, a puddle, breath ragged, body trembling. Placing a kiss between imagined boots. Chain slack, a beast trembling before the image of strength, tendrils molten gold along the wooden plank. "La kajira." Echoed both girls as the dance finished and the patrons rose to clap in the Gorean fashion of right hand to left shoulder.