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Two Slaves In The Cage
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: August 5, 2023, 4:25 pm
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THE SETTING
The Deck of the Persephone's Fate - On The Thassa - Southern Gor
THE PLAYERS
fiadh, a slave
dagen, a thrall
Frode, a High Captain
dagen
Dagen crawl on the deck in the cage suitable for the holding of
deck slaves, his wrists and hands were chain together but with
suitable length for him to do most things. It was meant to
impose his status as a slave upon him. He and the other wretches
on board, similar to him, naked and chain were herded quickly in
under the whip hand’s clinging to the metal bars as they watch
the return of the jolly boats back to the main ship. Pushing his
face to the bars he and other strained to see the new addition
to the ships chain. Dagen was impressed with girls form and was
impressed when he strained to hear that she had survived a ship
wreck. He tried to hear until the whip rattled across the bars
near his face making them all fall to all fours. “Down animals!”
Said one of crew as the slaves performed totally abasement
before Him.
fiadh
"Whatch lookin' at thralllllll?" -That'd be the words that you
would hear. It wasn't just one set of eyes that I felt on me,
no, there were several. Quirking a slender brow, all the other
slaves wanted to take a gander at the new whore on the block,
that would be moi. Inhaling a soft breath as the back of my head
met up with the bars on the cage, and to think I was roaming a
deserted Island all alone not that long ago. The taste of
Freedom hadn't been as sweet as I always thought it would be, so
I'm rather glad to be back in some living conditions that I'm
used to. Toned legs extended out, crossed at bare ankles, the
motion of the ship upon the water was soothing, used to it,
kinda reminded me of home sweet home, in a sense. Midnight blue
eyes watching the movement of the Ship's crew, already sizing
them up, thinking that I'm going to become well acquainted with
them sooner than later, then my head turned slowly to take you
in once more. Thassa's waves smacking against the hull of the
Ship, while the shouts of the crew keep my ears company.-
dagen
After the guard and got bored terrorising the hapless slaves. Of
course, poor acteaon current first boy slept through everything
as usual. Dagen grasped the bars and pressed his face again on
the bars to gather a better look at the new slut on the deck. He
was not disappointed. She was beauty and still vital. Her mouth
still issued sass, she had to be careful. The pirates would be
lining up for a taste of her. Dagen was trying to think to get
her closer and a better view of her. Well the words started the
game. “Well, not sure. Come closer and let me evaluate you?
Perhaps some copper piece girl discarded…” dagen sassed her
back. Her spirit alone made her valuable. “There is water in a
barrel over there in the barrel. And scraps if you dare.” That
will get her a bit closer….
fiadh
-Starting to think that I was going to have to start charging
admission the way that you were grabbing them bars in your
hands, and that steel is not very forgiving, if you pressed your
face tight enough, you'll be wearing bars down your face. I
found that amusing. It was the same kind of look that most men
gave to me, what few I'd been around, definitely a little less
intense than that of a Master. Unable to read minds, although
I'd often wondered if I would ever want to know what another
person was thinking. My attention was drawn momentarily to the
Master that had managed to get me aboard the Ship as He walked
by the cage I'm housed in. His gait spoke of promises that those
hips of His still possess the power to drive that cock between
His legs into the depths of my core, hel, He might even manage
to do some damage. As the Master disappeared in the crowd of the
crew, my attention would return to you.- "I had water when I
came aboard, enough to float my insides, so I'm good for now,
bout the only thing I'm used to eating is the protein I get from
nut juice." -Pretty sure that you'd get my meaning, and perhaps
later, I might even take you up on the offer of food, but for
now, I wasn't hungry.-
dagen
Dagen could see the girl closer and heard her reply. His dark
eyes took in her face, her symmetry, her reality. His exposed
cock grew larger as his eyes lingered upon her. He lowered his
voice a little “be careful they may do more than that - they are
not slavers they are pirates. If you are not careful, they will
use you so that all is a bloody mess. Unless you get involved
with the High Captains. Acteaon my friend here, is first boy”
said dagen gesturing “dagen is the beauty of the operations.” He
said flicking half of his remaining hair over back.” We can stop
the slaves but you must be careful not to excite the crew too
much. Demure and shy until the high captains see you.” Said
dagen wondering if she could survive the crew onslaught should
she provoke them
fiadh
-The sound of my laughter rang out, I just couldn't help it
because that shit right there was funny. I would turn slightly
inside the cage, the brown ass that's resting against it,
swiveling just enough to make that turn. Light of amusement
shining in the depths of my midnight blue eyes.- "you are
issuing me a warning, thrall? I suppose I might as well go on
ahead and tell you some shit about me that you obviously do not
know." -I'd give your mind a skinny minute to adjust to those
words before I continue.- "I ain't a piece of fuckin' china,
being turned into a bloody pulp is something I am used to.
However, I do appreciate the warning, but here's a straight up
fact. I'll be just fine, beauty of operations." -I had
absolutely no clue what that was even supposed to mean, if you
are trying to tell me that I'm at the bottom of the totem pole
round here, you didn't have to, well aware of what the both of
us are, we're slaves, and last I heard, the thralls are just one
notch beneath the female slaves. If I've gotten the order wrong,
I'm pretty sure that you'll correct me, now that, I would enjoy,
those eyes of mine starting to darken just a tiny bitty bit.-
Frode
Leave it to Mister Pike to ruin a good bit of drama. I had
turned my back on the girl and made to leave her to make her
think better of rejecting my hospitality. But Mister Pike (who
was so quiet I forgot he was there) stepped in and snared the
new girl. I was curious how his Lia would take the news, but
knew better than to needle the old salt on that point. Still,
some of the crew are throwing glanced to the cage where the new
girl is currently stored.
dagen
Dagen hadn’t yet worked out the manning of a fully manned man of
war. But he grimaced a little. Such bets are not good, even with
the most experienced coin girl or paga girl. Perhaps she would,
perhaps she would fail. He shrugged. “It was advice, honestly
given to you.” Perhaps acteaon would give me good odds to the
guessing the number she will service before she received a
protein overload…2 to 1? Better?
fiadh
"I'll keep those words of advice real close to my...heart,
thrall." -A slow grin finds those sensual contours of my face as
I witness that grimace. I'd never been around any thralls, other
than the work thralls that I would see on occasion in the
gardens at the Slaver House, and this was the most conversation
that I'd ever indulged with one. Oh it wasn't that I looked down
on you, thralls have a place on Gor, and they would certainly
keep me from doing any back breaking work, so, yeah,-
Frode
For his part, the High Captain is occupied with high thoughts.
And Captainy thoughts. High Captainy thoughts! The chattering of
slaves and thralls is of little interest to him. Yet he is
pleased the pretty girl with the striking eyes was not left
behind. Shipwrecked is a bad way to go. Not that he can think of
a good way to go. Even among his most lofty and nautical of High
and Captainy thoughts.
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