It is dawn before the slave dancer is let down from the tripod. The ropes binding her wrists to the top of the tripod were cut and she fell to the ground with a thud. The second slave dancer that staked her ankles to the ground was the one that cut her loose. She looks down at the poor girl with disdain and with more than a little satisfaction at her limp form.

The second dancer is taller than the first with a much stronger build. Her body is that of a well-conditioned athlete or a warrior. Breasts are firm and erect, arms are strong but not overly muscled, slim waist and well-developed legs with perfectly turned calves.

There has been a rumor circulating around the camp for quite some time now that this exquisite slave dancer was once a commander in an army from a rival city. Her army was defeated and she was put into bondage by the victors. In order to protect her from unspeakable atrocities, her master has kept her true identity secret.

Daybreak brings a hum of activity to the camp. The warriors are preparing the tools of war for the next battle. The commanders are starting to plan the strategies for the next campaign and have come to the wise decision that the men need some time to refresh them selves.

Word goes out to summon the second slave dancer to the generals tent. The dancers' name is Jean. It is an earth name but to the ears of a Gorean it has an exotic flavor. Jean enters the tent of the general with eyes to the ground. She quickly kneels as she enters legs spread apart and hands placed on her thighs. She is wearing a slave tunic. The bell on her waist chain dingles as she kneels.

Her instructions are clear. She is to entertain the men at the midday meal and is to do this with the first slave dancer. Jean feels her face flush with anger, as it is she, Jean that has always been at the center of attention and thought that this tiny slave girl, as incredibly good looking and skillful as she was, had not earned the privilege of entertaining the troops. Especially in such a provocative manner as she had done last night.

Jeans� mind is racing as she hurries to prepare for the midday festivities. There is an elevated platform in the middle of the camp. It is used primarily as a stage for the general and his commanders to address the men before and after battle. But the dancers have discovered that it is an ideal stage in which to perform as it gives every soldier and their slaves an excellent view of the dancers. The dancing slaves also like it, as they know that every man at the camp is drinking in their sexuality.

In the middle of the platform is a sturdy post, six inches in diameter and approximately six feet tall with a strong metal ring attached to the top. From time to time it has been used as a punishment post for a slave girl that has not pleased her master or worse still has disobeyed a command. It is at this platform that Jean will dance for the troops.

As ordered, Jean goes straight to the young slave girl. She is still lying on the ground; wrists and ankles still bound together. As this lovely creature was bound for so long, her bindings proved impossible to release. Picking up a long leather tether, Jean fastens one end tightly around the young dancers slave collar. A soldier, seeing Jean struggle with the ropes binding the young dancer obliges her and cuts the wrist and ankle bindings.

Thanking the warrior, Jean grabs the tether close to the slave collar and lifts the poor slave to her feet. Jean has nothing but contempt for this girl as she is from earth. It was even more infuriating to Jean that this wench had been given a Gorean name. Publia was the name given to this prefect creature and she loved it.

Jean unceremoniously drags Publia to the platform. Once up on the platform, Jean pushes poor Publia up against the post. Being as tall as she was, Jean had no trouble looping the tether trough the metal ring at the top of the post and pulling the young slave girl up on the balls of her feet. Publias� wrists were pulled back behind the post, crossed and bound very tightly with a leather strap. Jean was being rather cruel as she lashed the slim wrists of Publia together. Jean grunted as she pulled the last double knot tight.

There poor Publia stood, naked except for her collar and slave chain. Her slave bell rang softly as she moved her hips in a provocative manner. Her feet had already started to dance as she tried to keep her balance.

Satisfied, Jean turned and went to the well to draw a bucket of cold water. Returning, she splashed the bucket of water over Publia to cleanse her somewhat. This encouraged the poor slave girl to dance away from the cold water as much as she could. Thinking this is great fun; Jean makes many trips to the well that morning and takes a great deal of pleasure seeing Publia dance away from the splashes of ice cold water. As a result the slave girls skin gleams in the hot midday sun and she is at last ready for the dance of dances.

The men are starting to gather. Their stomachs are full from a fine midday repast and are now hungry for the slave dancers. After all they had to a man fought long and hard and this was to be a well-earned bonus.

The slave Jean and her companion Publia were going to give the performance of their lives, for indeed their lives did depend on this dance. Gorean men are notorious for being harsh on a slave girl that does not met exacting standards. "Feed her to the sleens"! Are words that would turn every slave girl ashen.

Jean has dressed herself in her dancers silks. Only her bare feet can be seen from under her silk garments, her face covered with only flashing eyes visible. A flash of terror travels across Publias� face like a bolt of lightening as Jean fixes a stare on her. The warriors have keen eye sight and see this. The chest thumping is music to Jeans� ears!

Slowly and provocatively Jean circles the helpless Publia. A gleam enters Publias� eyes as she sees Jean pick up a long leather strip. The strips are an inch wide and very strong. Jean places her hands on the captives� shoulders and slowly dances her down to her knees. There is no need to tell Publia what to do as she instinctively gyrates her hips as she goes down. Once down Jean gently takes her ankles, slim and perfect and crosses them behind the post.

Publia instinctively knows what to do as she holds her ankles in the crossed bondage position. It is evident to all that both slave dancers have been very well trained indeed.

With the leather strap in her teeth, Jean drags the end over the pink and delicate feet of her dance partner. The leather is making an impression on Publia as she gives out a soft moan and licks her lips with her nimble tongue. Jean carefully ties a noose on the free end of the leather strap all the while holding the other end between her teeth. With a flare she places the noose around Publias� ankles. Taking the strap into her strong hands the slave dancer that is known as Jean gives the strap a pull. The ankles of Publia are lifted off the floor of the platform.

Slowly, the tormentor dances behind the slave girl. Expertly the strap is round around the poor slave girls ankles, each turn is pulled tight. The strap is then turned in the opposite direction so as to lash the ankles together. Finally Jean cinches the strap between the ankles. Sweat is starting to form on the dancer Jeans� forehead as she finally pulls the last knot tight.

Publia must act as if she is enjoying the sensuous wonder of her bounds. Her head is moving widely about, her hips are churning and her pink tongue is dancing in and out of her mouth.

Purposely the free dancer moves gracefully to the front of her bound sister. Coming within inches of Publia but without touching her, the dancer moves her way down until she is on her knees and face to face with the slave. Publia tries widely to touch her tormenter with her pelvis but to no avail. Her head pushes as far as it can in order to get a taste of Jean. Skillfully the dancer teases the helpless one, her hot breath driving the bound slave wild with desire.

The men are going wild! The shouting is driving both of the slave dancers to places they have not been to before. Jean now moves behind Publia and caresses her arms with yet another length of leather strap. Jean has been taught the art of erotic bondage well. She loops the strap around the pole even with the slaves elbows. As with her ankles, Jean wraps the strap tightly around her arms drawing them up tight with either side of the post. Cinching is but a given. Jean places her foot on the back of the post as she tightens the leather strap for all she is worth. Publias� firm breasts are forced out front and make a delightful display.

Publia moans as Jean does the same to her knees. They are bound tightly to the sides of the post. Gingerly the slave dancer falls back to admire her work. By this time the only part of her body that Publia could move was her hips and head which she was doing with abandon.

The dancer wraps loop upon loop of leather around her captives waist which puts a stop to the movement but not the passion that is heating up inside of the little slave girl. The camp is now is silence, waiting to see how this dance is going to end. There is a glare of desire in more than one mans eyes at this moment.

Much to the delight of the soldiers, Jean shyly takes off one of her silk veils and gently caresses Publias� erect nipples. Rolling the veil into a tight ball Jean presses her mouth close to her captive. The slave girl instinctively opens her lips expecting to find the dancers hot mouth pressing on hers. Instead Publia was treated with a silk veil filling her mouth.

Publia glared at her sister as she took yet another veil from her body. This too was rolled and stuffed into the mouth of the helplessly bound slave. The men now stood up to get a better view for they knew what must be coming next.

Jean had the attention of every man and slave in the camp and she was lapping up the attention. A third veil came off and was used to tease poor Publia. Dancing behind the slave, Jean placed the veil between Publias� teeth and pulled hard. The scarves inside of her mouth were securely in place now. The end of the scarf was tied behind the post making it impossible for Publia to move her head.

A roar of approval as the fourth veil was unfastened from the dancers� body. This one was used to tease Publias� womanhood. The only protest she could mount was with her eyes and Jean was showing no mercy. Finally the veil was placed between the hapless slaves teeth above the first veil and tightened as before. The fifth veil was placed below the middle one and fastened in the same manner as the first two.

Jean now had effectively gagged her little slave girl and she still had two more veils left. One was covering her face and the last one was tucked into her waist chain in such a way as to keep her most intimate secrets secret.

The crowd had yet again fallen silent. Slowly and deliberately Jean danced as close to Publia as she could without touching her. Publias� chest was heaving and her body was gleaming with sweat. Sitting down, Jean took off the veil that was around her waist. Pulling herself to her knees she pressed her hot body into Publias�. There was a groan as the veil was used to blindfold the slave dancer.

Finally and with grandeur the last veil was removed. The shouting from the men was deafening! She had regained her rightful place as the queen of the slave dancers. As a final gesture and to keep the young earth girl in a constant state of arousal, the final veil was draped over the breasts of the captive slave dancer.

Much pleased with herself, Jean left the platform. Her sister was to be left in Gorean bondage until her master decides other wise


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