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#Post#: 309--------------------------------------------------
Enter Iona
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: March 13, 2024, 12:28 am
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THE SETTING
-=Docks=-
At the docks, where the Thassa meets the land
THE PLAYERS
High Captain Song
dina/iona - an uncollared slave
dina
I pull the cloak hood over my head hiding my face as I make my
way twords the docks. its hard to hide what I am when my boots
have holes in them from walking a long way. I stay within the
shadows as I move closer to the Docks hoping the group of men
don't notice her..I took a deep breath as I let it out.. my
heart beat races as my feet silently steps walking twords the
dock as I look around brown orbs spot the Man standing off to
the side she stops moving thinking that he saw her and she just
freezes.
Frode
There are many men who sit about on the docks. Some are sailors
guarding their ships. Others are warehouse workers waiting for
cargo to unload or load. And then there's the man with the
cittern before him.. Apart from the instrument, which he is
plucking idly, he looks like much any other Northern sailor.
That is a ruse, however. For he is a High Captain of the
Captain's Council, but one who was a Singer before he won a ship
and earned a title. There are times he dons a fancy hat and long
coat with a silver-hilted sword. This, however, is not one of
those times, for it pleases him to ply his original trade in
port. It is all the better for hearing rumors and seeing that
which is hidden. One never knows what one might see... such as
an unintended and clearly distraught girl. He says nothing
however. He has a reputation for reckless bravery but has tried
to break himself of getting involved with every damsel in
distress. Besides, he's already waiting on one damsel who
vanished on him......
dina
I hear the music and listen it sounded like something I heard
when I was a home..my eyes look around seeing no one paying mind
to her as she walks over to the Man and listens to the song "
Where did you learn that song " She asked as She stood there
listening to what your playing as I settle on a barrel that was
not far from you as you could see that her eyes show a familyer
ness about this music...I took a deep breath letting it out as I
sat there listening to you " "Oh and greetings by the way " I
smiled softly as I looked down at the ground..
Frode
He looks to the girl and nods, his smile widening a bit.
"Greetings.... I think I picked this tune up somewhere in
Victoria, but it isn't from there. I've traveled across most of
Gor, though....." A quick glance downward at her boots. "From
the look of it, so have you. Where are you from, girl?"
dina
I look up at you with brown eyes as I watch you " I come from
every where and anywhere I could go. I have no home no safty. I
have nothing but myself " I said as I looked down at my boots..
Frode
Something he could sympathize with as a wanderer. But he hit the
road by choice. He doubts this girl made that decision. She is
comely enough, but the days of him being taken by a pretty face
are long gone. And yet.... he does have a soft spot for those in
need. And enjoys playing the hero. More, there is the
practicality of the thing. His home is in need of new workers.
The practical and the emotional are in balance then. Ah well....
it's not like they can't sell her off if she doesn't work out.
So be it. "Not but the clothes on your back, eh? But would you
give those up for a home?" Not a loaded question. Those who
offer themselves as slaves are expected to strip themselves and
humble themselves before their would-be Master or Mistress.
dina
I look up at the Master playing with a lock of her hair as she
thinks " I have already given up what more can I give...Only
thing I could give is myself Master. Anything else will freely
give...I look to you as I take a deep breath letting it out as I
tap my chin thinking ...
Frode
He nods at her appraisingly. "Off with those rags then and kneel
before me. Nadu pose." His smile remains but something hard goes
into his gaze as he watches her. It is an appraising look,
assessing her worth and her willingness.... as well as the finer
points of her bare flesh.
dina
my hands reach back as I untie the belt that was holding my
cloths on. pulling off the shoulder straps as they fall to the
ground the fur cloak slipping from her shoulders as she then
looks at your feet...I move closer as I slip to my knees sun
kissed thighs parted back strait head held high palms running
down every curve of her body coming to rest up on sun kissed
flesh...breaths heavily...
Frode
The boots kicked off last as buttocks come to rest on upturned
feet. He nods approvingly as he stands and shoulders his
instrument, looming over her a bit more. He slides his booted
foot between her spread thighs, bringing the smooth leather on
the top to rub against her exposed womanhood... watching to see
if her breath quickens a bit more.... wondering if she is a
moaner or a gasper.
dina
my heart starts to race as I try to hold back my moan feeling
your foot rubbing my clit I wiggles determined hold myself. I
close myself eyes and moan...I arch my back as I m I moan as you
tease me my heart pounding slowly...
Frode
He chuckles at that, hand coming down to grasp at her hair. "How
did a pretty thing like you not get collared before now?
Stripping down and moaning like a wanton thing in the street?"
The words calculated to drive home her choice.... to see if
shame can touch her in the dream world she's gone almost
instantly. "I can claim you. Collar you. Take you to my home.
Would you like that.... slave?" And there is the magic word. He
could easily claim her at this point, but by the codes of his
class he cannot enslave any who does not offer themselves up and
answers to the title of slave.
dina
my head snaps up looking at him my eyes going wide as you said
the one word I knew..My chocolate color orbs stair up into your
eyes as you grab my hair and I tence a little " Home Master I
have not had a home in a while...All I have known is being
alone...so do what you wish with me...I am but a meat slave that
is at your command..As a slave can not hide my feelings from You
then do what it is you wish..As for why I have yet to be
collared...a girl dose not know Master she dose not know why she
is not wanted.." My breast bounce as I talk your fingers still
gripping my hair as I try to hold a moan in..
Frode
Watching you closely as your breasts bounce, all but riding on
my boot-tip. Certain if I were to pull it away now I might see
myself in it. There are worse ways to buff a boot, though it
isn't practical , I fear. My eyes continue my inspection of your
bare body, looking for brands in all the usual places... to see
if you are a previously branded slave under Gorean merchant law
or if you might be some Free Woman fallen on hard times.... or a
girl who ran away from her life hoping to find a better one as a
slave.
"Have you ever been free, girl? Part of some Caste? Or are you a
barbarian with no one to claim you?" I try to detect the odd
accent of the Earth girls on your voice... which could actually
be one of several accents, in truth.
dina
my eyes glance up at Him as she nods " Yes I have" I take a deep
breath as I talk to you my eyes glancing around and coming back
to you my heart racing as I answer your question.
Frode
Still holding the hair leash... pulling on it a bit more firmly
as I left my foot and press a bit more firmly against your slit.
"Tell me of who you were, slave. I enjoy a good story as a bard,
after all." A light chuckle at this, curious if you'll be able
to think straight with all the pressure I am putting on you. Of
course it will also keep you from thinking of a lie, if you were
to dare to do that.
dina
I look up at you my brown eyes glancing into yours " I was a
Merchant my ship was attacked by some pirates I was taken but
didn't last long as the pirate ship was attacked...Whimpers...
wiggling a bit as she feels your rubbing her slit..... The ship
that they took me from was a Northern ship but I got blown
overboard and ended up grabbing a piece of wood and floating
around..
Frode
I nod, watching as you whimper, trying to hold back the moans
you clearly want to let loose. "That explains the lack of brand.
But why not try and make your way back home?"
dina
I did not know where I landed I didn't know where I was
Frode
He hmms but does not release the leash. " See... that's the
thing that troubles me. You act as if you are a recent
refugee.... but you said a moment ago that you had "not had a
home in a while.." He bends over and grabs your chin with his
free hand, forcing your gaze up to meet his own chocolate orbs.
"Understand this. If I find out you've been lying to me.... if I
have some angry father or Free Companion come after me because
his wayward daughter or Mate decided to run off and play at
being a simple slave called Dina, I will be very put out. Now,
tell me truly.... what were you called as a merchant?"
dina
I looked at you and took a deep breath...I did not say that it
was recently that this happened Master this happened years ago
to me I don't even remember my name its been so long the only
one I can remember is Dina breaths heavily as I take a deep
breath letting it out as I try not to panic as I winced as your
hands force me to look up into your eyes....
Frode
That was, on reflection, a step too far. There are cities where
a slave looking at Free Person's face can bring them death. That
was something that always annoyed him in his travels. It made
getting a slave to acknowledge someone calling them by name
somewhat difficult. Still, he had seen some lose track of all
they knew in times of trauma. And the years could weigh heavily
on such a one. Still, if there is no chance of finding her home
and no chance of angry family coming after him.... his course is
clear.
His smile turns wide as he release her chin. "You are an
untrained slave, then? Nothing to offer but your body? No
special skills or training as a dancer? You pose prettily
enough..... and I trust you've been opened quick as you were to
spread and dance upon my boot?"
dina
I looked down almost ashamed of myself as my breath comes and
goes...The nightmares seem to not stop as she looks at your
boots " it wasn't by choice" ..is all I said as I started at
your boots...I am numb knowing not how to deal with life right
now but trying to do what she needs to to survive....
Frode
Surprisingly, he nods sympathetically at that. As a bard, it was
his duty to lighten hearts and spread hope and joy about Gor.
Even to the slaves. Still, he had tried to curb himself of his
heroic impulses. It was simultaneously one of the things his
Mate found most endearing and most annoying about him. He
releases her hair and then strokes the locks at the side of her
head.
"Aye... but you have endured much. And for better or worse, you
have managed to keep yourself uncollared and unbranded. Quite
the accomplishment for one who can't remember who she was or
where she came from." The comforting touch there for an ehn
before he speaks again.
"I can offer you a home. I have an island.... far to the South
and we have need of workers. If you remember anything of the
merchant trade, my Mate and I might have use for you, for we
have a shop that could use a comely girl who can do figures and
bargain. If you remember nothing of that, we might be able to
train you." A pause. There is the carrot. Now the stick. "But if
we do that, we must fo this properly. You will be collared. You
will be branded. But you will be protected, for we look after
our own, regardless of what work we find for you. It may be
dancing to my drum in the taverns to help me make coin when the
mood takes me to play. It may be sucking the cocks of my crew in
a cage on my ship. It may be as a maid to my Mate. You have not
been given many choices, I know. But I will give you this one.
For the oaths of the Singer caste forbid me from collaring any
save those who call me Master and ask for my protection. So if
you wish to keep making your own way and struggling to survive,
you will go with my blessing. But if you would have a home....
if you would be something more..... then call me Master and
prepare yourself for a new name, my dina."
dina
I shiver as I stiffen a bit my eyes glancing up at y out..I look
to you as I think I bite my lips as I think...I lean down
kissing your boots as I close my eyes and whisper " Master
please take me home" My forehead touches your boots as I stay
that way my ass up in the air my forehead against your boot as I
shiver not from the chill of the wind that is still around. But
from the fear she holds within the depths of my soul.." Master I
can also write songs and pomes and story's.." I said as I take a
deep breath letting it out trembling on her knees as ass is in
the air my forehead and then I place your foot upon my neck as I
submit to you ...I didn't want to be alone any more I didn't...I
close my eyes knowing you could kill me with just ohe step on
the neck..
Frode
He chuckles, even as he admires the upturned ass and ponders the
view the other passersby are getting even as you lick his boots
and taste your own lust upon the one you were riding not so long
ago. He pulls his boot from off your neck. "Kneel up," he says
firmly as he reaches for a pouch on his belt. From it, he
retrieves a simple adjustable collar of black leather. Embossed
within it is a silver note-shape - the symbol of the caste of
Singers. There is also some stitching declaring the wearer to be
the property of High Captain Song of the Captain's Council. He
holds the loop before you, offering you a chance to inspect it,
as is tradition. It is far too late at this point, given you are
bare assed and licking his boots in public and if he did not
claim you now, some other surely would. But the option is still
there.... a chance to refuse the collar.... a chance to back out
of this and run for it.
dina
I slip to my knees silken thighs parted back strait head held
high eyes lowered as palms run across the silken flesh palms up
Frode
He reaches down and pulls aside your hair as he fits the leather
circlet around your neck. He affixes it firmly - not so tight as
to restrict your breathing but enough you feel it against your
throat with every breath. Your chocolate hair tumbles down over
the collar as he nods. "Dina is far too common a name for a girl
of a High Captain... I may change it if I think of something
better. For now, however, I think another flower name would be
fitting for this wilting violet I find myself with. Henceforth,
I shall call you Iona, which is another type of flower more rare
than the Dina."
#Post#: 310--------------------------------------------------
Re: Enter Iona
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: March 13, 2024, 12:28 am
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iona
what dose Master wish tonight..*smiles* A girl can please you in
any way you wish tonight Master
Frode
Looking down at the girl as she kneels before him... the girl
that is now his... who wears his collar and bares the name he
gave her. So many possibilities, but one occurs to him first and
foremost, for he is a bard. Reaching to a pouch on his belt, he
retrieves a leash, which he attaches to the ring of her collar.
"Let us return to my ship for a start. And while we walk, you
can tell me of your true experience with writing songs and
poems... and if you have any experience as a dancer."
Iona
yes Master " I rise and follow you as we walk back to your ship
hips sway small feet glide across the ground as locks of brown
hair flow around my face...I remember at a young age started to
learn how to read write and do math . Growing up when I was the
baby I had siblings but they were older than me and I was being
trained to take my mothers place as a merchant...Growing up when
I would get upset would write...T
he shadows dance upon my face,
Misery within the soul embrace,
Looking for love within my mind,
Wanting nothing but to shine.
Shadows dancing across my face
Misery within my soul embrace..
I look up at you as we walk to your ship my hips sway as locks
of brown hair flow around my face...
Frode
He nods appreciatively. "Not bad. It scans. I can't say it's the
most cheerful of works, but.... it does speak to who you were."
Ah... that is it isn't it. Who you were. The clothing of dina
left behind for some she-urt of the docks to retrieve. No cloak.
No belt. No rags. No boots. Not even the name you adopted after
you lost all and traded one horrible fate for another. Just the
name your new Master gave you and the collar of his that you
wear.
I am more songwriter than poet, but the lines between the two
Castes are thin enough in most places anyway to the point we may
as well be all one. Singers. Musicians. Poets. Storytellers. I
am of the North and a Skald must be all four and something of a
magician besides, in addition to all the roles other Northmen
must play." I nod to the crewmen watching the gangplank who snap
to at the sight of me, even as they do oogle my new prize.
"At ease, lads. I'll be in my cabin. Don't disturb me unless the
ship is on fire."
iona
I Follow you into the cabin as I take a deep breath letting it
out as I look up at you my eyes locking onto yours as I stand
there waiting for you..
Frode
On the way to the cabin, you see two full figured women clad in
silk kirtles that leave little to the imagination. One has
chestnut locks. The other is raven-haired. They look you over
appraisingly and nod politely and if they show any jealousy of
you heading towards the Captain's cabin on a leash they hide it
well. "Lusty and Busty. Two of the first women I saved as a
pirate captain. They've been my cage girls ever since." He grins
a bit. "Damned if I can remember which one is which. I swear
they keep changing their names to tease a forgetting man."
With the cabin door closed he pulls the stringed instrument that
was slung across his back off his shoulder and hangs the
instrument from a hook on the wall. "As I said, I am from the
North. I left a small village seeking adventure and I found it.
I'll not tell you of those adventures but along the way I found
a gift for song and stories and earned the tile of Skald - a
name of great power and importance in the North. Yet after that,
I won myself a ship.... and a title... and the heart of a Pirate
Queen."
"I tell you this for it is right for a slave to know something
of her Master, so that when people ask who she belongs to, she
can say, with pride, that she is the property of the famous High
Captain Song." A pause. "Unless she belongs to someone else. of
course. But that is what YOU will say. For that is who I am."
iona
I look up at you my eyes glimmering in the light as I smile "
Yes Master always with pride will I say your name as You have
given me permition to say it" ...I slip to my knees sun kissed
thighs parted back strait head held high as my eyes lower "
Master she is yours fully and completely do with me as you wish"
. I said boldly and with pride...
Frode
He chuckles in his rich baritone as he moves over to where a
drum stands next to the bed against one wall. "Indeed you are."
he says. "And right now.... I would see if you can dance on your
feet as prettily as you did on your knees when you were buffing
my boot earlier." And with that he strikes out a four count and
begins to play a wild and wanton tune - one usually reserved for
the girls on the block at a Sardar Fair slave auction - the
bette to display their bodies for sale or, more often, to lure
prospective buyers into the tents to bid on those less actively
able girls.
iona
I grin as my hips jerk to the right then to the left as my body
seems to sway . My fingers glide across silken flesh as I get to
my hips . My hands slide back up and go above my head as I
twirrll around as I smile ..I stop and turn my ass in your face
as jiggle it ..I laugh as I dance my eyes sparkling as my breast
bounce as my feet move across the floor as she smiles falling
down to her knees breathing hard as I smile..
Frode
He smiles down at her, bold as brass. There was little craft in
it, but it was heartfelt. Enthusiastic. There was a passion
lacking in all the rehearsed and practiced dances of the trained
dancers who spent months in the Pleasure Guardians of Ar
learning all manner of maneuvers. Gods of Ragnarok, but that
sort of thing set his teeth on edge.
"I will find you a kirtle in the morning. My home is rather warm
and the sun more intense. My Mate forbids any girls from going
about unclothed during the day for fear of their being burned.
Especially fair ones like you." He grins. "Tonight, however, you
can stay here and sleep on the furs at the foot of my bed. And
in the morning, once we've both rested, and you've had a night
to get used to the collar... and dream of all that goes with
it.... well.... we will practice a different sort of dance,
then."
iona
I look up at you eyes taking you in as I smile " Yes my Master
whatever you wish Iona will do". I scoot close to you leaning
down and kissing your boot as I rise and crawl up onto the end
of the bed and lay there ...
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