| raine dances... |
...walks with the uncertain steps of curiosity and wonder brought by the blackness of depriving hood. Breath stifled behind rough cloth as lips part in a gasp, bawdy hollers and random calls barely filter through to ease anxious mind about what is happening. The hard strength of a man's fingers push, incessantly, demanding the advance over wood and sawdust beneath clumsy feet... ...whimpers startled as rugged hands manipulate a sudden tug to halt, the kick of booted foot spreads toned legs apart. Unyielding steel adorns bare flesh captured in Turian collar, attached chain hangs from neck in vertical fall to coil on the wood. Horizontal lengths claim slender wrists with metal cuffs before the shadow across stifling hood shifts as the man bends to chain ankles... ...trembles, single step backward a mistake corrected by sharp cuff that enlightens chained trepidation forward again. Laughter rings loud over the thud of racing heartbeat, the same moment burst into brightest light as Tor-Tu-Gor floods in replacement of dark hood and prompts desperate search while hazel eyes blink against forced acclimation... ...cries out, head left to right in disbelief, time and again the sight of a crowd, the wooden platform beneath, the coiled whip in rugged hand of minacious man not more than 3 strides away... all of it, portent. Journey from capture to now, explained in surreal evidence... ...jumps as crack of uncoiled whip brings focus, dreaded commands gain ingrained response as body turns and twists, each position on display with exquisite precision and careful attention to please. Alabaster flesh painted in transparent crimson veil, unease brightened even more by rowdy calls for salacious evidence of fire and need... "Dance!" ... frozen only an ihn ere repeat of practiced moves offer curvaceous allure, courting seduction until the sear of whip's tail ribbons angry streak across smooth flesh, wide eyes toward the man, his scowl instantly demands more. Hazel gaze peers out over the crowd, the faces of any man that might be "Owner" inspire new motion as belly rolls forward in silent entreaty... ...undulates with fluid grace, belly and hips a serpentine enticement craving attention while close chains retain proximity of arms and hands, legs parted in suggestion as far as length allows. Soft sigh spills over crimson painted lips, apple cheeks burst with warm color while sooty lashes tease low to hide bold observation of those in the crowd... ...lures each gaze right, clink of chain subtle distraction in steps as toes point to the wood, soles coated in sawdust. The wheedle of intended seduction turns to urgent petition, descent to kneel coils length of chain between wide parted thighs as hips undulate forward and back in surging waves of motion, each a craving, supplication before men while hands reach outward... ...cries out again, this time a plea of delicious despair, her face a mask of misery as extension halts at steel's length. As hands grasp forward, chain pulls at slender collar in a lift under sculpted face, rising in opposition as she lowers to splay upon wooden block with an eclipse of yearning over features displayed for their view. Betrayed by deep need, she begs, "Buy me, Master! La Kajira." |
| Block Dance Master's assignment: a captured girl dances in the sirik Danced for him April 29, 2007 in City of Thentis |
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