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| Standing in the pens among the other girls, she watches as they come to the sales block, hoping secretly to be among those sold from the central block. The wagon stops, and the girls are hustled from the pens by the slavers men. Pushed forward with smacks and pushes, she is herded with a smaller group towards the main block.
A smile dances on her lips, blonde hair swirls against the slim back. She thinks back over her time on Gor, so much she has learned. A new language, a new philosophy, although it seems that she knew it long ago. It has been at least a Gorean year since she was brought. She still remembers her capture, cowering in a tree. How fast the former Jocelyn gave in to the strong arms of her Owner, how she reveled in being freed by the slavery that held her. Her first Owner was a gentle man, of the Scribes. He had brought out the heat, the slave within, while teaching her the language of her new world, even how to read and cipher in Gorean. He sold her to a slaver, and that led her to here. Waiting to be sold, off the central block, at the Cerulean, in Ar. Her vanity overwhelms her for a moment. She is jerked back to reality as a sharp pinch from a reaching hand tweaks her nipple. She finds herself trembling as she is lead to the block, braceleted, she stumbles with the final push onto the sawdust covered platform, the caller unsnaps her bracelets and taps her lightly, saying "Dance" Raising slim arms over her head, she stomps once on the boards and then begins to dance, naked skin glowing from the exertion as her dance continues on through the bidding. "Nadu" is said sharply and she falls to her knees upon the platform, thighs spread widely to show her heat, chest lifted, lips gulping in the air as her palms turn up to the crowd. The caller suddenly strokes her and she writhes in esctasy on the block, the bids coming faster and louder, and then she is sold for two silver tarsks. **** Blindfolded, gagged, braceleted, she is led into a vast room from the sounds of the echos of the laughter. She is left standing on tile, her hands are freed, then the gag is pulled off and she sips greedily at the water that trickles into her mouth. She hears the footsteps echo as they walk around her. Her mind reels at the scent of sul-paga and she weaves on her feet, trying to stay upright. She feels her chin lifted, and then the cold steel that marks her new life is locked about her neck. Trembling hands lift to the marks in the steel, softly tracing the lettering and spelling it in her mind. She gasps as the letters make sense and finally the blindfold is removed. It is her Scribe, Her Owner. She slides to her knees and lifts up crossed arms, while bowing her head. "Master, Your former and renewed slut Jocelyn, submits to You, her Love Master." 1 |
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