Post by claudiarose on Apr 1, 2014 0:44:04 GMT
Trapped behind the low limbs of the brak bush a vile plant that would invoke the purging feeling of being cleaned from the inside out… Yes this is how I felt while the men hunted and scowled the land for the lightly tanned, petite girl with hair so pale it was like a glow of moonlight but this was not all that seemed to make her more of a value to hunt… No it was something deeper something more primal then even the pounding of those sandaled feet pounding against the forest floor…
This would be the setting for the start of the enraging dance that could only be seen as she held her right arm above her face the drums quiet off in the background until they moved in a more rapid succession… They had spotted her… those husky pale orbs gazed in a hateful fierceness that could only be seen as desperation to not being found… “NO” , she cried out again and again in that same horror filled beg that was allowed of her through those years of being kept in the darkness of damp kennels…
Even well kept it was still a cage and she wished more than the small pleasures of strolling the gardens as a flower to be held and caressed… Such things would surely wilt from the pain of being kept locked away so she had run that night the city was raided…. Taking all of this to the dance pit she flourished in the sands dodging the greed hands of men as they struck out to wrap her in their steel like hands to be bound and helpless once more….
It would not happen….
The thought crossed her mind to late as she ducked again the flashing grains of the sands shot upwards to mimic the sounds of raindrops crashing against her taunt flesh streaked in the sweat that transpired from the rise of breasts heaving their heavy burden to the gashes in the cloth that she managed to escape in… and that alone was not an easy task… But the thrumming pace of the drums kept her ice blue gaze locked on this one man that had grasped her by her hair… He tilted her head this way and that and she mimicked the struggle out to those watching her…. Oh yes here was a man that could conquer mountains… the majestic tarns… Here he stood a hand mounded in the mass of her curls as he struck her across the face….
She crumbled down against the sands as she watched his lips but it wasn’t his lips that spoke the words but the look in his eyes that said, “Beg with all that you are little passion and maybe I will show you the true meaning of a collar…” With that stern look so full of a hidden light she began to slowly roll coating her lithe taunt form in the beads of those grains… to the slender digits that moved to the slipknot that held what little bit of the diaphanous forest green pleasure silk from her form….the movements of her hips rolling from side to side the tender hate in her eyes to the pouting crimson lips like a spill of fresh blood held tight as she tried to gather her wits about her….
But there was something about this man that held her in her place against the sands…. Her back arched as the feel of the tender curve of her bottom brushed the smoothness of silk to the harshness of pebbles who to have been beaten down into what they would always be…. The flush of heat from his eyes seared through her so delicate a form until there was nothing left of her but to become his one desired piece of living art after all…. That is what she was a picture of perfection trained to be that flower so soft gentle… tender but with that flaming fire that consumed everything within its path…. The fact that she had tried to escape that very part of her scared her until he unleashed her very own passion…
Nothing could escape her wrath as it consumed the flesh that made her the searing heat in her eyes blossomed to an enduring depth so rich so full of mysteries to unlock as if she where the storm to be tamed and he her center…. The calm of each stroke of her fingertips as they cascaded in a fury of simple yet telling secrets of unlocking her very flame to his bidding…. The balls of her feet eagerly played in the sand tickling and kicking playfully in a blessed memory of the very first taste of flesh sliding against her own… that rapture of urgency that called to the very soul of all things… That dance of land and sky to fill its fruit with such a plentiful taste so ripe one more second and it would burst from its entrapment…. Oh yes this was a man that would promise anchor in her maddening mind filled with such images and desires…
As he bent down pulling her to her knees again she begged him… with hips and lips barely a whisper along his strong legs to the feel of her hands moving upwards ever so slowly and when he grabbed at her hair she lost that last bit of harbored up spite of her position among men… This is what she was a being of heat of nights unspoken of but the memory still raked in the flesh…. , “Yes”, was the words that fell from her lips as the other men moved around them… but she could not see them…. “Yes…. Master…. Claim me… for I am yours... Take me and bind me to your will…. And I will do all that is asked of me….” He turned her head to the left and crushed his lips with their own saltiness along her own soft wanton ones… claiming her for his... the feel of metal gliding over her neck as her picked her up was still to this day the key to her undoing…..
This would be the setting for the start of the enraging dance that could only be seen as she held her right arm above her face the drums quiet off in the background until they moved in a more rapid succession… They had spotted her… those husky pale orbs gazed in a hateful fierceness that could only be seen as desperation to not being found… “NO” , she cried out again and again in that same horror filled beg that was allowed of her through those years of being kept in the darkness of damp kennels…
Even well kept it was still a cage and she wished more than the small pleasures of strolling the gardens as a flower to be held and caressed… Such things would surely wilt from the pain of being kept locked away so she had run that night the city was raided…. Taking all of this to the dance pit she flourished in the sands dodging the greed hands of men as they struck out to wrap her in their steel like hands to be bound and helpless once more….
It would not happen….
The thought crossed her mind to late as she ducked again the flashing grains of the sands shot upwards to mimic the sounds of raindrops crashing against her taunt flesh streaked in the sweat that transpired from the rise of breasts heaving their heavy burden to the gashes in the cloth that she managed to escape in… and that alone was not an easy task… But the thrumming pace of the drums kept her ice blue gaze locked on this one man that had grasped her by her hair… He tilted her head this way and that and she mimicked the struggle out to those watching her…. Oh yes here was a man that could conquer mountains… the majestic tarns… Here he stood a hand mounded in the mass of her curls as he struck her across the face….
She crumbled down against the sands as she watched his lips but it wasn’t his lips that spoke the words but the look in his eyes that said, “Beg with all that you are little passion and maybe I will show you the true meaning of a collar…” With that stern look so full of a hidden light she began to slowly roll coating her lithe taunt form in the beads of those grains… to the slender digits that moved to the slipknot that held what little bit of the diaphanous forest green pleasure silk from her form….the movements of her hips rolling from side to side the tender hate in her eyes to the pouting crimson lips like a spill of fresh blood held tight as she tried to gather her wits about her….
But there was something about this man that held her in her place against the sands…. Her back arched as the feel of the tender curve of her bottom brushed the smoothness of silk to the harshness of pebbles who to have been beaten down into what they would always be…. The flush of heat from his eyes seared through her so delicate a form until there was nothing left of her but to become his one desired piece of living art after all…. That is what she was a picture of perfection trained to be that flower so soft gentle… tender but with that flaming fire that consumed everything within its path…. The fact that she had tried to escape that very part of her scared her until he unleashed her very own passion…
Nothing could escape her wrath as it consumed the flesh that made her the searing heat in her eyes blossomed to an enduring depth so rich so full of mysteries to unlock as if she where the storm to be tamed and he her center…. The calm of each stroke of her fingertips as they cascaded in a fury of simple yet telling secrets of unlocking her very flame to his bidding…. The balls of her feet eagerly played in the sand tickling and kicking playfully in a blessed memory of the very first taste of flesh sliding against her own… that rapture of urgency that called to the very soul of all things… That dance of land and sky to fill its fruit with such a plentiful taste so ripe one more second and it would burst from its entrapment…. Oh yes this was a man that would promise anchor in her maddening mind filled with such images and desires…
As he bent down pulling her to her knees again she begged him… with hips and lips barely a whisper along his strong legs to the feel of her hands moving upwards ever so slowly and when he grabbed at her hair she lost that last bit of harbored up spite of her position among men… This is what she was a being of heat of nights unspoken of but the memory still raked in the flesh…. , “Yes”, was the words that fell from her lips as the other men moved around them… but she could not see them…. “Yes…. Master…. Claim me… for I am yours... Take me and bind me to your will…. And I will do all that is asked of me….” He turned her head to the left and crushed his lips with their own saltiness along her own soft wanton ones… claiming her for his... the feel of metal gliding over her neck as her picked her up was still to this day the key to her undoing…..