she is but a small girl with eyes the color of crystal blue her long dark ash blonde hair falls down over lush curves and tickles the gentle swell of her hips. This girl wandered Gor for so many hands lost, alone and afraid. She was collared by one Master who hated "Barbarian girls". Once she was collared he threw her to his men and left her there, she saw him no more.
As a mere slave she is at the mercy of all Freepersons. sweet angel wandered for many hands with the hope of finding one Master who would find her deserving enough to allow her to wear his collar.
One day in the falls she caught the eye of a Master. "girl come to me" the only words called to her. she rose to her feet and moved to him, her movements those of a true slave as she knelt at his feet her eyes downcast as she whispered to him. "yes Master?"
A large hand reached out and lifted her chin as he looked to the worn collar on her neck, a frown upon his face. "Who owns you girl?"
"i am owned yet unowned Master."
"How can this be girl, either you are owned or not."
As her form trembled before him she spoke very softly her head bowed in shame, "It is true that a collar in on my neck Master marking me as owned, but i have not seen the Master in a very long time."
"How long has it been since you last saw your master girl?" her voice soft, "About nine hands Master."
He became very silent a frown upon his face. After some time he spoke to her, "Come heel me now girl." He turned knowing she would follow him and walked with silence to the gates of the falls as she rose to her feet and heeled behind and to his left.
As she heeled him he spoke not a word his long strides finally carried him to a tavern called the Black Larl Tavern and with a nod to the guards he stepped within, and moved to his favorite set of furs, sitting down he pointed to the floor before him. her small form knelt at his feet her back straight with a natural arch of her back her head lifted proudly as small hands rested on her thighs her eyes downcast.
He leaned back on the furs and studied the girl as she knelt before him. "What is it you desire girl?" Softly whispered to him " i am but a slave Master my desires are to only serve from my heart."
"Lift your eyes girl and look up at me." Trembling she did as commanded. His voice strong and deep as he stood from the furs and looked down on her, " It is said the eyes are the window to the heart and soul, and I will know what lies deep within your heart and soul girl."
When she heard these words her small form trembled as she slid to her belly, reaching out tentatively for his boot her left cheek pressed to the floor as she lifted his boot placing it on her small neck. Sliding her wrists behind the small of her back crossing them at the same time she crossed her ankles as if bound. " a mere and simple slave begs to be found worthy enough to be allowed to wear your collar Master."
His voice deep and strong, "you beg my collar girl?" her voice soft, " yes Master a girl from earth begs to be allowed to wear your collar."
He quickly moved around her binding her wrists and ankles with strips of binding fiber. "Kneel before me girl."
Struggling slightly as she moved to kneel before him she felt his large hand lift her hair just before feeling a new collar placed upon her small neck with a resounding "CLICK", before feeling the old collar removed and discarded.
"What are you girl?" "i am a slave Master."
"Who owns you girl?" "You do Master."
In a flash a dagger is drawn quickly slicing through the bindings on her ankles. "It is I who have freed your ankles so that you may move about to serve me as I deem necessary."
He swiftly slices through the bindings on her wrists speaking in a low strong voice,"It is I who have freed your hands so that you may pleasure me with your touch if I so command it." her voice a mere whisper "yes Master."
A white enameled collar bearing an image of a black larl now adorns her slender neck, a tiny token in the shape of a black dagger is fastened onto the collar.
Master calls this girl his sweet angel.
House of the Black Larl, Ar (ghc)
Collared to Kikkaha 5/8/00
she is a very small and petite girl with the face of an angel. crystal clear blue eyes look through long lush lashes her soft lips full and sensual, her long dark ash blonde tresses fall down to the small of her back lightly tickling the sweet swell of her hips. When she moves it is with the graceful ease and sensuality of a slave girl. her bare skin is golden from the rays of lar torvis.
"This token of the black dagger is to show all that you are owned by an assassin and death will fall on any that attempt to steal or harm my property." These words were spoken by her Master, an Elder Assassin of the Black Caste.
she is sister to lil' fire, minx, kysette, and blossom.
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