And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin
~snowflake~{~Serra~}
A slave is born:
On a hot summer's day in the Appalachian Mountains a girl was born. Her mother had labored hard in the heat and had prayed for snow to ease the suffering of going through ten hours of living hell. Her father expecting this to be his eighth son, spat in disgust when she popped out white as the snow her mother prayed for and with a head full of flames like the heat she'd labored in. "What use is a girl?" He growled and turned his back to walk away to where her seven brothers waited. In moments they'd all left taking a jug of moonshine and heading out to their hidden stills to make more.
Years passed,the girl named snowflake ran wild as the panthers that roamed the mountains. She learned at an early age to duck the heavy hands of her brothers and father as they'd beat her for the smallest mischief. At seven years old her mother died and left her to the tender mercies of eight backwoods, brutal men and at that point she became more a child of the woods than anything else. Running wild and free her laughter rang out more often than not, her friends were the animals that became tame for her and were her playmates. At eleven years old, she found a new friend. A long forgotten cabin was now occupied and she discovered the new tenant close to Christmas. At first glance he was a bear of a man, rough and bearded. However, he used the same techniques she'd used on the animals, with patience and many gifts drew in her with chocolates and stories of a place called France. He taught her the language, rudimentary reading and writing. One thing she never lacked was intelligence.
In her mind she thought he was Santa Claus even though his beard was black as night and his body heavily muscled. For years he entertained her and treated her like a treasured daughter with stories of France and gifts of pretty glass beads, bracelets, necklaces and shiny belled anklets. Oh how she loved the pretties, but she never took them home as the men would have taken them and destroyed her pretties. At sixteen, Santa as she called him gave her the most beautiful outfit, he called it silks and told her to put them on. snowflake had never worn anything other than the cast off jeans and shirts of her brothers, she felt like a fairy princess in the silks...dancing around Santa she smiled, laughed, then threw herself into his arms and gave him a resounding kiss to his cheek.
Shortly afterwards, Santa disappeared and flakes was heartbroken. After being harshly beaten for slipping a hedgehog into her brother's bed, she ran away and moved into the once again deserted cabin. Now she had her own place and many nights would slip into her finery and dance under the moon never aware she was being watched. On her eighteenth birthday her life changed forever. The woods were filled with fear, men hunted and she ran to check on her animal friends only to find out they were not the prey, she was. Now filled with panic for she had stolen enough equipment and supplies to make her own shine and had sold it to make a living. Thinking these men were sherriff's men she ran and ran and ran. Soon they had fanned out and had her trapped in a small clearing, breathless she fell to her knees, panting as she tried to catch her breath...tears rolled down her cheeks as she startled at the crack of twigs, only to change to joy, for there was her friend, Santa had returned. Springing up she bounded to him and jumped into his arms. Crying for joy at his return. Now the man was stern with her and placed her on her feet, from his belt hung a whip and he forced her to her knees once more as his hand fisted into her hair. Speaking in what she thought to be French he told pointed to her and intoned..."La Kajira", these were words she did not know and she shook her head and started to get up.
Then her world spun and turned dark, from behind her a cloth with capture scent was held to her face, the next thing she awoke, bound, caged and on a ship of aquisition heading to Gor.
A girl called brat:
The ship crashed close to the oasis at Tor, nearly all aboard had been killed except for one guard and five girls. He unlocked the cage and cut their bindings as they were all unconscious and left to find help. The wiley mountain girl awakened and slipped away. Finding Tor's oasis she slipped into a caravan heading for Klima and secreted away. The heat was stifling but she kept hidden only coming out at night to steal food and water. Listening into conversations she found she understood most and thought surely she had been sent to France. Finally the long, arduous journey came to it's end and at Klima she climbed from a supply wagon at the oasis and hid once more only to run again as the hue and cry went up. There was a thief! Running she found a tent and crawled into it, holding herself quiet as could be until a woman robed and veiled entered. The Ubara Dorna found a flame haired barbarian that flung herself at her feet and babbled in this strange language. The Ubara took her for her own, named her Dorna's pet brat, a name she more than lived up to. The Ubara furthered the beast's education teaching her the finer naunces of reading and writing. She also taught her brat that she was not in France, but on a planet called Gor and now she was slave, "la kajira" and at the mercy of men. brat was leary of men and would shy away. White silked for two Earthen years she lived happily in Klima's camp, often pranking the Free as well as her sisters in chains. Dorna being fond of her slave did not see the necessity of changing her status unless a Free Male caught the girl's attentions. However, brat was young and not ready and the Ubara in her wisdom left her in whites against the urgings of the slave's sisters.
Finally, a prank gone wildly wrong was the catalyst and Dorna had her chained in the tent of a Slaver, Damion Lore to open the fiery slavegirl to the use of men. It was a wild ride and afterwards the slave was sold to the Slaver and he collared her, pierced her ears and after moving to his homestone of Vonda made her his first girl giving her the name Damion Lore's deka {FG}.
A slave with "itchy" feet:
The House of Lore disbanded, released from Damion Lore's collar deka ran wild as a freeneck. Not for long, for one night she had visited the Reed Inn and Lahane asked her to go fetch some wine. Entering the supply room she found herself at the mercy of a man who captured her and collared her to the Reed Inn. Because of her devilish nature she was given the name De'val {TRI}. There at the Reed Inn, she teased and tormented the male customers but she had a case of "itchy" feet and soon was sold to the Warrior Shar Talek, for the Warrior owned De'val's heart sister vika and he would bring them together again. Shar Talek named her lazy ass slave {Talek} and a legend was born. Though the warrior put her through her paces, making her behave his travels took him away and once more her "itchy" feet took flight carrying her far and wide as she would travel. Once more she traveled to the Reed Inn and there a caught a man's attention, she teased and tormented him with pranks and her flirtatious nature and he was not one to back away. One night he flung her over a shoulder and took her to his wagon and there he captured her heart, igniting a passion that had been lacking in the diminutive slave. The next morning she crept away from the Kassar Ubar's wagon and ran as fast as her feet would take her. No matter where she ran, the massive man would follow and soon he captured her and collared the tempestuous slave to himself. She fought her slave belly and him for as long as she could hold out, but in the end, he enslaved her heart and she took his for her own. Vinta Tare had found his love slave and branded her above her heart with his initial as well as pieced her nose in the fashion of the wagon's peoples and gave her the name, Vinta's chroia. Now...a silk slave roamed the Turian plains, loving and loved she had finally found her One. Then one day, he was gone and never seen again. Believing Him to be dead, she left the Turian plains and roamed until landed in Ar, heart broken and in despair. The Ubar Renegade took Vinta's collar from her throat and collared her to Ar.
The pink slut:
Renegade sold the girl snowflake to Tineka, a colorful Free Woman who gave her the name ~pinky~, but Tineka was captured and enslaved, Duncan of Ar went to retrieve the woman but left her as slave and under rights of capture took ~pinky~ for his own, soon after which he sold her to Ahmad Ibn Ahrim of Tor and he renamed her Ahmad's ~snowflake~. Soon the lusty slave of Ahmad was the bane of Tor, for Ahmad was sent away on the Vizier's business and did not return for many moons and the mischievious slave once more found herself ass deep in trouble. Torlin, Vizier of Tor took her in hand, put her in a city collar and made her dance for him. It seemed that once more her belly fired and her heart fluttered when the Vizier came close...but then tragedy struck. The last round of stablization serum had not worked and ~snowflake~ became ill. During this time, the Vizier was killed and when she was well again, the Healer ~Serra~ had purchased the girl and they were far away in Bazi and their beloved Tahari desert had been left behind.
The rest of the story? In the making...one never knows what will happen with this slave.
TRIPLES with EMMA |
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