originally written by nancy,
retold by cyn
feels slave heart start to quicken, watching six Free Men move to stand, long leather thongs dangle from strong hands, each pair of unmoving eyes devouring delicious flesh, stalking footfalls echoing against the hard floor, reaching out quickly to capture the untamed beast
screams her fury, beautiful form twisting and turning, the flare of burnt copper strands teased over ripened hips, an angry flush creeping across delicate cheeks, wrenching away from them ... "Don't touch me! I am not a slave!"
cries out in shock and outrage, earthen blouse torn from her body, lashing out in fury at the men that hold her, their hands boldly moving over velvet skin, stripping trembling form of every thread that covers luscious curves ...
"I hate you! Let me GO!!"
feels hands grasp at her body, rebellion flaring in the depths of stormy blue eyes, growling angrily as they bind dainty wrists and ankles, slender neck and narrowed waist with the thongs, the slack draping downward, stabbing each with a glare of hate, writhing against their hold upon her
feels fresh silver-laden tears spill downward, staining flushed cheeks, rolling laughter mocking as one by one they test the thongs, a sudden jerk of the leather biting into tender flesh, pulling trembling limbs in every direction, as if she were an exquisite marionette, helpless in their control, sobbing uncontrollably ...
"Please ... don't ..."
gasps as the rumbling command suddenly pierces her soul -- "DANCE SLUT!" and a rugged Warrior tugs harshly on the thong secured to a dainty wrist, unwilling hand coaxed upward as ankles begin to turn, invoking the stretch of creamy flesh, hardened tawny nipples inviting the sweet caress of his lips
sees she is surrounded ... trapped by their bonds, gazes stern and unyielding as succulent hips begin to gyrate in insolent undulation before them, flexing a ripple of taut muscle beneath the soft yielding flesh of trembling belly, lean supple thighs stretching as the music of the czehar wails softly in the background of her torment
crosses slender bound wrists reflexively above swaying form, sinuous nude flesh exposed for their appraisal, rolling head slowly as auburn mane tumbles downward in fire-tinted swirls against creamy bared flesh, a tug of one thong upon captured form arching lean muscled back
gasps as a sudden savage jerk of the thongs bring the dancing girl to tender knees, waist drug back onto the cool floor, thighs slithering open to display the dewy lips of exposed sex, blooming moistly blush as wild tresses of crimson fan about in a pool of molten lava
blushes as the betrayal of her own hands tease down trembling form, thongs directing every caress, wrists bound tightly even as wanton fingertips travel over aching breasts, pinching turgid nipples as the flutes echoed lustful cries erupted from parted berry lips, hips thrusting upward in succulent offering
whimpers as hands continue on their journey over the sensuous plane of undulating belly, guided by the pull of the thongs, fingers splaying over shaven mound, causing trembling thighs to spread reflexively wide, searching fingertips finding swollen bud to tease and stroke, kalika strings moan the depth of her need
