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« on: September 24, 2023, 10:23:29 pm »
DANCED ON THE DECK OF THE TARN SHIP - THE SHIRE COVE
Randolph
ruby - daria - lila ... dance kajirae - dance to the "whip of your slavery"
flies My whip in a spinning twist to ruby
setting the tharlarion oil lantern spotlight upon My slut ruby
ruby{Randolph}
thank You my Master, for permitting ruby to dance
in one fluid leap, the lithe kajira named ruby, seizes her Master's kurt in tiny hand - kisses of reverence map across the veiny hard shaft of the five-bladed whip - the music of her Master's words began to beat in her blood - every ounce of her slavery oozes from her soul
ruby{Randolph}
crack - crack - crack
swish - swish - swish
dancing to the madness of her need -- knowing the leather hiss, better than her own heartbeat, hearing the lash before she felt it .... she sends the tails of the whip flying - her beauty drenched in the waves that crash against forward deck ... her head tipped back, auburn tresses flying out, she opens her arms for the whips timely embrace, the blades of the whip whistling through the air as she spins once, twice, three times ... a wild feral cry breaks from her lips, as the leather talons make her its prisoner, wrapping around her like a Masters hot kiss, holding its prey hostage -- kicking and writhing in defiance to ease the grasp gnawing into her flesh -- eerie chills of fear flow through her body ... has she been forsaken, abandoned to face this cruel world alone?....does her Master not feel her surging need, her seething lust, her smoldering hunger, clawing savagely at her slave heat
ruby{Randolph}
crack - crack - crack
swish - swish - swish
the whip following her, stalking her, like a savage beast in the Northern Forests
allowing the leather tendrils to flow free, between her thighs, the oils of her readiness slather across the hardened shaft ... whimpering as the blades finger her slave heat, caressing her as her Master does ... bringing the handle to her lips, kissing it tenderly, tasting the juices from the core of her center .... her breath quickening, she runs about in a circle, the whips blades flailing behind her, stopping abruptly, catching up with her stillness, her inner muscles clench, biting back the urge to yield, holding tight she quickly cracks the whip down, gasping at its angry hiss ..... reminding herself the whip is not hers to control nor is her passion - her eyes locked lovingly on her Master, ... a silent prayer spoken that she may be found worthy enough to remain His, serving Him, and Him alone - until the City of Dust claims her flesh
gently tosses the hilt of the whip to daria
Randolph
swings the tharlarion oil lantern spotlight over Koakh's lovely girl daria
daria{Koakh}
Quietly this petite girl, known as daria~ slave of Koakh, steps up to the forward deck of the Shire Cove. her diaphanous, white silks cling thirstily to her alluring curves. her chocolaty warm gaze held low in deep respect and her voice Full of joy as she speaks ~
Thank You Jarl Randolph for inviting daria aboard Your ship to join in this dance
she feels the electricity generated by the beauty, ruby, as she finishes her dance, tossing the whip to this girl. And at that moment daria lifts onto her toes, twirling as she extends her arms, reaching to grasp the 5 tailed whip firmly in the palm of her hand. Deep brown eyes dart about seeking the presence of her Master, finding Him, she gazes with love into His hazel eyes. He simply smiles at her and nods reassuringly, as if to say “fear not mi pequeña , you got this”. for she knows He has given permission to dance and confidently handle the whip as she now prepares to dance a simple journey,
.Just daria and the whip.
daria{Koakh}
Shifting her weight upon the impeccably maintained deck, feeling the strength in the planks beneath her toes, hoping to soothe the tension she feels as she clenches the whip tightly in her fist. she cants her head slightly to the left as she hears the sweet sounds of a flute, the music begins again, as always, the rhythm stirring her soul and she begins to relax. eyes half closed as she hears the music flowing all about her, she moves gracefully, her arms lifting slowly till they are above her head, her hands are placed palm to palm , the whip held sandwiched between and she starts to undulate her taut belly, her bottom swaying in perfect synchronicity with each small step she takes. she creates a slight circle till once again she stands where she began. slender arms lower the whip slightly and she feels it’s long tendrils drag through the softness of her long dark brown hair, suddenly her right hand lifts high overhead a fierce flick of her wrist and a “CRACK”
electrifies the air as the whip is snapped the slender fingers of her left hand touch His deeply treasured collar that adorns her throat marking her as Koakh’s property, the tendrils of the whip travel down, lingering ever so slowly as they flow, the whip barely brushing her tender flesh, grazing breasts, then nipples which harden into tight buds and a soft intake of her breath makes her breasts thrust forward even more
The whip continues it’s journey, touching every part of her , down her belly, near her treasure, down her thighs, and she bends at the waist to continue even lower, caressing calves, and finally dainty ankles and feet. daría closes her eyes, feels the caress of the , whip not even close to the perfection of her Master’s touch and a seductively dreamy smile comes to her sweetly luscious lips as she lifts with grace to her feet standing tall once more, hips rhythmically swaying with the music.
There is a change in the melody and a drum begins to pound, as if keeping time with the beat of her heart, slow and rhythmic, her body straight as her shoulders move back and forth,
looking toward her sister, lila —- she gracefully lifts her right arm overhead and with a gentle flick of her wrist she flings the whip high in the air towards lila
Randolph
setting the tharlarion oil lantern spotlight upon Brandt's slut lila
lila{Brandt}
Thank you Jarl Randolph for requesting lila to dance, and to the Owner of this beast, thank you Master, for allowing lila to dance.
Watching her beautiful sister daria, concluding her part of the dance. The girl leaps forward in the air. Just then she looks up and sees the poisonous, angry ost come flying towards her. the piercing scream filling her lungs, landing on her feet, tucking her chin, rolling away just in the nick of time, out of the way, shuddering with fear. Stomach to back, her long golden hues of brown waves of her mane, fans out. The ferocious looking thing lands on the deck, slithering to and fro with the waves rocking the ship. Pushing her hands into the temwood, pushing off the floor, leap frogging even further away from the slithering marsh moccasin. It’s angry tongue at a point. Knowing it is venomous. Stomping her feet around the beast. Left foot, right foot, bells around her ankle ringing out loud. Coffee brown eyes wide, her snarl showing. Growling and hissing, the whites of her teeth clenching, her eyebrows, sinking inward in a V, she could not help but glare at the beast. Moving closer and then further away in fear. Hearing stories of how its bite was painful- even deadly, fearing herself, would come to such torcher. Not wanting to touch it, nor get near it, she backs away like a feral panther. Growling at the adder, waiting for it to move again, each time the waves shift the vessel, feeling her heart pounding. Knowing in her slave heart she has to be brave, and take a better look at the hith.
lila{Brandt}
Turning away, twirling around, hands over her head, spinning on her toes. Running, jumping, flowing through the air. Her left leg stretches out, bending her right knee, her arms out to each side. Flying over the beast. Landing on her feet, instantly falling to her knees. Grabbing the pole in the center of the ship, her hands over her head, as if she was tethered. Imaging the whip being flung through the air, the whistling sound next to her left ear. letting out another piercing scream. Flinging her head back and arching her back, milky white breasts pressing against the beam. Over and over, long wavy tendrils fly all around, with her head hung forward, and then rolls, flinging it backwards. finger nails digging into the wood. Now, she knows what that is , the tears start to flow, the bite of the tongue, breaking the skin. Crying out with a quivering lip, as if the lash broke her satin flesh. Screams echoing through the Thassa yelling out at the top of her lungs… giving out a great big howl in misery... the trembling of her limbs, showing that she was in complete fear of it, scarcely she could breath. Letting her fingers cascade down to her body and to the floor. Crawling back over to the whip, tears flowing like waterfalls down her cheeks, not wishing to touch it with her hands. Nor wishing to be whipped for touching the implement. Looking at her Master with sheepish eyes. tensing her body, Lowering her body, her arms flow out from under her, and out over her head until her chin touches the floor.
lila{Brandt}
picking the whip up by the handle between the whites of her teeth. The taste of the leather on her muscled tongue. She clenches it hard enough, however, not enough to leave in indent. Crawling across the floor, the leather end, tickling her skin between her thighs, making her way across the deck. Her butt swaying, her star puckering. The flowery folds glistening…Letting out a giggle. Feeling the heat of desire. Making her way to Jarl Randolph. Dropping the whip into his hand. She is glad to be of riddance of the beast at hand. Then crawling over to her Master, pressing her lips to the top of his boot, pulling her hair over her left shoulder, flowing and curtaining her breast. With her hands over and around her head, left hand crosses over the right hand at the wrists. Her shoulder blades, spine and moons in plain view for all to see. Softly pleading, with desperation in her voice. *Please do not whip the girl, Master.*
lila{Brandt}
La kajira
daria{Koakh}
la kajira
ruby{Randolph}
la kajira
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