~~slender fingers lightly strokes her long blonde hair...doubt radiates within her stormy blue eyes...resisting with all she is the call to dance...crying out softly Please no...she’s not ready! looking up towards the empty dais with pleading eyes...her body shaken to the very core as she fights the inner battle...fearing him now more than ever ...
~~knowing he would never relent...her small arms raise piteously towards the spot he fills...her voice waivers with the strength of the emotions flowing through her at the moment...her silks cling snugly to her sumptuous from...accentuating every curve completely...knowing he will never hear her pleas yet speaking them anyway...needing to hear the answer Does she dance for her life?...
~~the weight of the words she knows he would speak rest heavily upon her shoulders...her frail form shakes harder than any tree in a strong Thassa wind....again the urge to flee strikes her hard...a lump grows steadily within her throat as she casts a glance towards the back door....the large shadowy image of a Guard approaches her from behind the dais...recognizing him instantly...recoiling her tiny body she attempts to blend into the tem wood...
~~small crystal tears drip from her thick sable lashes as the Guard closes his strong hands into her hair and drags her over the cold rough wooden floor to the dance pit...willowy arms extend upwards at his command...her back resting against the pole...his hands move swift and sure as he secures her firmly to the tall ridged rod that protrudes from the satiny grains of sand...
~~horror fills her face as she struggles to pull free from the binds that secure her...crumpling back against the pole as tears freely flow over her copper cheeks...resonating from a corner the gentle call of the kaska lifts her chin...her eyes smothered by her charcoal lashes as her tender voice harmonizes with the joining flute...
{{two days past day eighteen...he was aching to collar a slave... he sat down on a bench in the Great Hall ...looked to a girl with silky blonde hair she's a little shy so he gives her a smile...he said would you mind sittin' down for a while...and talking to me...I'm feeling a little low...he said I have few ihn...and I know where we can go...so they went down and they sat on the pier...he said I know you are Free Woman...but I'm so lonely...my heart cries...would you be Mine}}
~~the bottom of her right foot slowly slithers up the level surface of the timber pole...quietly caressing it...pressing her ass back into the ebony dowel...vibrant lavender silks ride up the crack splitting her heart shaped ass...securing her right foot around the circumference of the pole...her hands in the custody of the buckskin straps dangling from the top...flowing gently forwards her firm breasts thrust outwards...her nipples strain through the thin layer of diaphanous fabric..
~~her slim body flickers against the pole like a sexual diving rod...spinning once around the pole angry baby blue eyes seek out the barren dais once more...her head lashes violently over her shoulders...long rivers of ebony bark loudly in protest....overshadowing the sound her sultry voice lifts proudly...strong and sure as the words mingle with the sultry alluring sound of the flute...
{{I cried...never gonna were the collar of a Man...I'm meant for robes she told him...not waitin' for the gloved fit of the iron closure...her love will never end...won't wait for the fire...always to be alone she said....no slave is coming home}}
~~surprised on by the conviction of her own words she lunges away from the pole...the strong bindings cause her body to whiplash back...crashing into the impassive wooden obtrusion in the center of the pit...her tiny hands grip frantically at the leather in a futile attempt to free herself...cerulean eyes shine with enlightenment...leaning in close her right cheek tenderly nuzzles against the pole...
~~lush berry lips murmur kisses up and down the unyielding wood...slowly her pink tongue flickers from between their crimson shrouds to waltz over the smooth wood where so many bodies have danced before her...supulent hips press hard into the timber...strong, sculpted thighs grip hard...as if her very life depended upon it...clearly her voice entwines around the thundering boom of the drums as they mirror the rampage of her heart...
{{so the words came from an scared little scamp...with a fluttering heart and trembling hands...she told him of her fear...how strong she loved and all of the things she was so scared of...she said it's getting really rough for her here...I fear of the day kneeling before a Master...see his collar in his hand and smiles...don't worry but with you...it won't be right for a while}}
~~spinning round with mixed feelings...crazy and wild...small...salty prisms ignited by her soul trickle down her porous flesh...biting into the cracks of her mouth...stinging her chapped lips...digging the toes of her left foot deeply into the small almost iridescent pebbles under her...a loud (pop) from the fire sends her foot high into the air...tiny mirrors reflect the light beautifully as they rain down all around her sleek form casting a soft orange halo over the stunning forest robes that rest snugly against her rippling flesh...
~~powerful legs send her shooting up from the sand...she sails around the pole...held in a tight arc as the bindings grow ever shorter...pulling her in tighter against the object that causes her so much pain...and so much joy all at the same time...
{{I cried never gonna were the collar of a Man... I'm meant for robes she told him...I'm not waitin' for the gloved fit of the iron closure...his love will have end...waitin' for a slave to come...always to be alone when he said...I want my slave at home}}
~~penetrating eyes of blue seek out the dais once more...her delicate face hopeful as she searches over every hort of the Hall....gentle features shatter as she fails to find him again...her small hands claw angrily at the thin straps holding her in place...keeping her from him....falling back defeated against the spire that devastates the beauty of the dance pit slowly her small body unwinds from its grip around the pole...symbols crash splitting the air like lightning...
~~pushing off hard with her feet from the bottom of the pole...leaning back her long unruly curls pool onto the sands like spilled ink....parting her thighs on either side of her bound hands she stretches out and away from the pole...her ass drifting in a taunting motion to and fro across the round shaft....sweat causes the silk to cozy up tighter against her bronze flesh...her soft voice trembles and waivers as she sings...
{{later that night...her heart filled with pain...words were said and the anthem sang he said please bow your head...the hammer rang leaving her heart for dead..under the bridge is a Free Man longing for one slave a name...a pretty little girl with bows in her hair...I cried...gonna weae the collar of you Master girl not meant for robes she told him....she heard for the gloved fit of the iron closure...his love will never end...for the slave...never more to be alone when the Free Man said it's time for you to come home}}
~~a wild primal cry echoes through the Hall as her final words land like a sledgehammer upon her heart...letting her legs fall to again entwine around the post...longingly as if to curl around the Master Himself....hand over hand she shimmies up the ridged extremity...round breasts glide along on either side...treating the organ with extreme care...
~~tapered fingers move to untie the strings that hold her robe in place over her body...letting it fall to the sand beneath...taking with it the last bit of apprehension and any traces of the Free Woman she was...bountiful breasts sway lightly against her chest finally freed from their prison...wanton hips grind down hard against the column...
~~somewhere deep inside her a new flame awakens with an explosive force...washing over her like the heat from the springs...tempting her to become more than she was...answering the cry her head slowly rolls back..a extravagant smile curves her soft berry lips...speaking with an air of mystery...in a voice unknown to her she whispers...your slave is home Master!
