asyrriadance

Pools of blue watched, heated gaze unable to release itself from lithe, exotic form. "I must have her... I must..." Over and over the words pierced dark ponderings, reverberating with renewed intensity as each thought was dwelt upon.
"So beautiful, so delicate.." He could almost feel callused fingers about that smooth, creamy column of her throat, knowing with just one press of his thumb...
Her body moved with the gracefulness of a tarn in flight, arms outstretched, as if to give praise to the three luminous moons of Gor, then slowly spiraling inwards, the haunting lyrical music giving way only to the resounding chaotic clash of silver slave bells...
"....and she has been with me ever since....."
He looked to his host, his mind too full of the erotic beast before him to pay him much attention. But all the while he nodded politely, thinking what a fool he was. He cared too much for his slaves, he had no clue how a real Master treated his property..
"....she is my best dancer, she teaches all my girls...Magnificent, is she not?"
The beads fell restless about the girls lily-white neck as she removed them, color by color, strand by strand. Emotions unveiled as ivory fingers conformed the small pearl-like necklaces to her command. Innocence, jealousy, death, compassion, pain....
Vaguely, he nodded, blue eyes growing hazy with want. He watched her mold the purple beads into that of a whip, and run them across alabaster flesh, only to drop them scathingly at her feet, then stepping quickly away in terror. How lovely she looked, with the look of fear etched upon exquisite features, those tresses, blue black and dark as night, fanning out around slender body with each dainty pirouette.
She had been dancing for an ahn now, but wispy form gave no sign of weariness. It was almost as if she was the dance, her soul embedded deep within the pulsing, rhythmic sounds of the melody...
Jared watched his guest, Serdonis, one of the Black Caste of the Assassins, with a wary eye. The things he had heard about this one. Briefly he wondered if they were true, the atrocities his name had been associated with, all the while keeping his voice gentle and pleasant, knowing he was, for the most part, being ignored. So he liked this slave... Yes .... he could see the longing in his guest's eyes, the unbridled lust, the need. He also knew he desperately wanted this one on his side, he could be a great asset...
She rose the last of the fettered beads over her head. She would be glad to have this dance ended indeed, and be far away from the likes of this strange, cold one that was known to be a deviant in his passions. His dark eyes were like that of a preying sleen, and her skin crawled with goosebumps, even though the room was overly warm with the illuminating glow of flame flowering torches, and tharlarion oil lamps. Her movements were refined, the seductive sway of hips, the way she allowed the beads to caress her skin like that of a lover before heaving them to the floor. But she felt none of the glamorous motions in her heart, as she usually did, only the foreboding urge to run, hide away so that those prying eyes could not find her.
Serdonis gazed on as she lifted the red beads, the last strand from her neck, that luscious body now exposed completely to hungry view. The only ornamentation that remained, was the chain that slithered up tapering legs, and around her waist, connecting to the bells on each ankle... and the separated bells that locked about each wrist. With every step, the glimmering silver chain caught his eye, and his yearning for her became more intense.
She shaped the red beads around her neck, signifying the collar of a red silk girl, then with small, slender thumbs hooked them within the beads to form a heart, all the while slowly approaching her master. Her body fluidly fell into nadu at his feet, and she looked up at him, almost lovingly, a trusting child. Milky white hands were held out, her offer of the heart shaped beads undeniable.
"....of course, and you may have her if you wish it.....::
Slaveling paled.
Assassin's ears perked at his last few words, and he turned to look at Jared, a chilling smile upon thin lips.
"...but only for this one night, she is much to valuable for me to let go, you understand..." he shrugged lightly, as if it that were just a common fact, then smiled at his slave girl... and motioned for her to give his guest the beads...
"Excellent." Serdonis observed her, almost laughing at darling slave's abject look of panic. No doubt she, as others, had heard of his ... unusual desires... she would be sweet...yes...deliciously so...
Her answer was a voiceless, haunted betrayal of words as she crawled to the dark one...."Yes Master."
And so it was done.

"La Kajira, Master..."
She whimpered, trying not succumb to the terror that gnawed at her soul.
"Again!!"
"La Kajira! La Kajira!"
She writhed beneath him, not in the throws of passion, but from the horror of reality. Her hands were bound tightly above her head to the slave ring, her face, streaked wet with the folly of pain filled tears. Lips were bitten and bloodied, an ominous bruise cascading over the swell of her left cheek.
She lay there, battered, body prone on cold red tiles. He reached up to his furs, grabbing the strand of purple beads he had retrieved from the floor after her dance. He held them up to the colored swell of her face and nodded. They matched almost perfectly... and it only made her more beautiful, more desirable in his eyes...
For ahns he amused himself with her tantalizing body, the purple beads wound about her hands, Removing them every so often to compare with a new bruise he had so artistically painted on creamy white flesh.
Anguish..
At what point did she realize she would not make it through till morning, at what point did she no longer feel the suffering? It hurt to swallow, to open her eyes, to merely breathe. Delicate digits clawed at the beads in her hand, lacing them through fingertips, for they were her last link to life...
Long since had she stopped pitying tears, fragile form savagely brutalized under ever demanding, callused hands.
He stood over her, having already used her succulent body more times then he could count. Never had he had so much enjoyment from one girl, she was intoxicating. He knew if he could not own her, possess her, No other would.
The whip slithered through his hand, and gently, almost lovingly, he slipped it�s tail around the slender column of creamy throat, laying it just above her collar. How he wished it were his collar she wore, but he knew Jared would never sell her. He was weak.
With sightless, glazed eyes, the ebony echo of lashes fluttered. Instinctively she knew what was to come, and welcomed it. Once soft pink lips parted, as if to speak, but words were barely audible. Assassins� dark head bent, and he strained to listen...
"La Kijira"
He smiled coldly, tightening the whip about dainty throat, his body, once more, slipping into the warmth of hers...
"... and pivot, 2.. 3.. up... 2.. 3.. legs extended.. and down 2..3.." ...internal music. She could hear it�s soothing caress within her. Breathe. Breathe. No. Can�t, no�no..
The beads broke apart in her fingers, sending the cheap purple metal balls sprawling over colorful tiles, just as his body expended endlessly into hers.
Casually, he appraised her, as one might look over the ill-gotten remains of a pet, knowing there is another just around the corner who will surrender to you at least as much, if not more.
The girl was almost unrecognizable, so mauled was she.
"It was an accident, of course I will pay for your loss...."
I watched, stunned, from my place in the hall, breaths barely escaping my body. She had been my best friend, and many were the times we had shared secrets, and laughed, and playfully plotted. It had been she that had taught me the art of dance, and my heart twisted and contorted, knowing never again would I have her at my side.
I was quickly snapped from my reflections.
"...and Syrria, remove the silver chains from her legs, and the bells, you will now wear them...."
He absently tossed me a small silver key, to unlock the slave jewelry from her fragile, battered limbs.
I quickly moved to her side, not wanting anyone else to touch this one I had called friend, sister of my heart. I lowered my head to her dark one, tears repeatedly falling from pale eyes. I knew the chains were much to valuable to be disposed of with her, and that if I didn't, another slave would wear them. I was suddenly filled with a morose possessiveness, not wanting anyone but myself to touch that which had been hers. Yes, I would wear my sisters slave chains, and I would make her proud, for her place, was now my place. The dance would continue, and I would remember.
Jared frowned. "She was a teacher, and one of the best.. she will be hard to replace..." It was said with a candid, nonchalant voice that made my blood singe. "I think, perhaps 20...gold..."
"Hmph. I think you over estimate her.....10."
Jared cackled and grinned, determined to make a profit, regardless, for he was of the Merchants. "17" he countered, a smug look on his pudgy face.
Serdonis stroked his chin thoughtfully with long, slender appendages, and pondered. "15, and it is done."
The Merchant nodded and turned away, his mind already elsewhere, perhaps contemplating on what he would do with his newfound gold, after all, she had cost him nothing...
The Assassin leaned against the door way, his cold gaze locked on her once beautiful body, and I could see from my place, his face contorted in the slightest look of what....regret?
He shook his head and turned away, I, barely making out the words he mumbled.
"Dahra" I whispered.
He turned back and considered me with icy blues, and my heart almost ceased in it's beating.
"Her name, it was Dahra. It meant, compassionate. "I swallowed, not daring to look up into those cruel, tainted orbs, swiftly adding... "Master."
I thought I heard him snicker as he silently turned on his heel and left, disappearing down the corridor... As I lay there and wept for my beloved best friend...