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The Sale of Jane
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: June 27, 2023, 4:41 am
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The Players
High Captain Song, Frode of Kassau
Jane, a Barbarian Slave.
Kalmar, Karian Pirate
Frode: -- is before or upon one of the many platforms of slave
exhibition rented by various Slavers to display their wares --
Day Four of the fair is beginning to wind down, but there are
some places where the festivities continue well past dark. The
taverns do a brisk business, of course. And there is all manner
of gambling in the gaming areas, with mud wrestling among the
slaves being one of the more popular spectator events once it is
past the hour in which respectable Free Woman who might be
offended by such sport should be abed. And then there is the
Slaver's Pavilion.
Ah, always the Slaver's Pavilion! Where the finest flesh to be
found at the fair is on display. It is here that I am dragging
my latest charge. Partly to show her what her fate might be.
Mostly in the hopes I can find someone willing to buy the buxom
fire-haired barbarian I rescued on the road. She is a striking
figure, clad in nothing now but a leather collar and the stout
steel chain leash wrapped around my right hand.
Jane:
she was nude as the day she was born she was chained like an
animal dragged by a brute to a place that was obvious a place
flesh was traded she within her hate felt fear did he mean to
sell her to who was she to be sold to, she looked about did any
show interest in her would any show interest was she pretty
enough? these doubts flash thru her mind as she stood there
beside the brute
Frode:
The skald would be amused to be described as a brute, but the
girl wisely keeps her thoughts to herself. She chomps at the
bit, true, but he suspects a part of her is starting to enjoy
her new status. She's seen enough to see how the Free Women are
covered from head to toe in fashions that are often
uncomfortable and impractical in the summer heat. And I think
there pride enough in her body to draw pleasure from being
looked upon. At the very least, she seemed to glower a bit
earlier when it seemed nobody was looking at her naked body. Of
course this is Gor! Naked women are a dime a dozen in some slave
markets, at least when the market is bloated and demand low.
The platforms are something different, however. The women here
are far from unwilling subjects. Here, the finest of pure-bred
pleasure slaves dance to the drums, luring in potential
customers. While such beauties as those are rarely up for sale
on the general block, being reserved for private auctions, they
still present a spectacle that most find agreeable. I myself am
not immune to the charms of the girls, who dance in nothing but
collars and a thin sheen of sweat and heated oil to protect
their bodies form the chill of the night as they grind and
writhe in the torchlight. But, being a Skalld, my focus is upon
the drummer and his technique as he provides the music that
makes the show possible.
Jane:
her eyes went to the platform they could not to the impossible
pretty woman who danced so effortlessly she felt ugly she felt
unworthy to be in the same room to share thier air ashamed at
her inadequacies she lowered her gaze to hide from what they
represented and what she was not
Frode:
I watch the show for two ehn before I notice you looking down,
with an expression of shame. I take a guess at what caused this
and speak in Gorean, intending to test how Trusty's language
lessons have been going, my words much simpler than is typical
for me and much more slowly and deliberately said.
"Jane? Do... you... dance... Jane?"
She has a powerful body despite her short size, with long legs.
I think she could be a fine dancer with motivation.....
Jane:
"not here not after them i could not,," her words trail off it
was clear that their presence intimidated her but her one lacked
the belligerence common in her ever word spoken
Frode:
I had not intended to put her on the stage here. Not because she
is not fair enough for the stage, but because I have no idea
what her capabilities were. Of course as a Skald of some renown,
I could probably persuade the drummer to let me take his place
for a time and every Singer worthy of the name usually brings
their own dancer to perform with. Still, the show seems to be
having some effect on you and a quick glance at your exposed
body reveals a slight flush to your pale skin that, if I am any
judge, indicates excitement rather than embarrassment.
I nod and place my free hand on your shoulder. "Not here, then.
Not after them." And with that I pull on the leash and guide you
away from the Platforms,
thinking I know just the place...
Jane:
your hand on her shoulder was warm was strong was uncomfortably
pleasant and she looked up her blue eyes meet yours and she gave
you the smallest of smiles and a nod and let herself be lead
away her heart pounding for reasons she cold not place
Frode -- is in one of the drinking establishments where men
might enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
It is not far from the Slaver's Platforms to a tavern called The
Bosk and Drum. There are many taverns like it here in the
Caravanserai fair grounds, but this one is notable for two
reasons. The first is its owner, a former Warrior called
Broadman who gave up the life of a traveling sellsword to build
the sort of establishment he favored as a traveler, with decent
food, plentiful drink and strong but beautiful dancers. The
second is that it is my favorite haunt of all the dives I
frequent when I am at the fair, for Broadman feels indebted to
me for reasons I've sworn not to commemorate with a song in
exchange for him always having a stool for me when I have a yen
to play. Of course my habit of arriving with fine girls to dance
to the tunes I beat out helps.
Tonight is to be another such night. The mood of the tavern is
already wild when we get there, with the atmosphere resembling a
biker bar on Earth, save with the women present all being nude,
save for the collars marking them as one of Broadman's girls. It
doesn't take long for the old warrior to look you over, nod
approval and for me to be set up with a loaned drum in the
corner as I motion for you to stand before me, the chain leash
dangling between your breasts as a call for silence goes up. All
eyes are upon you, men and women, as I beat out a four count to
start the tune and begin to play.
As promised. Not there. Not after them. Here you shall be the
center of attention and the star of your own show.
Jane
her gaze scanned the room as she was lead naked to this place
the vibe well it resonated and she felt a kind of madness run
thru her veins and as she stood before you as you beat out the
cadence she lifted on her toes and clapped her hands above her
head and she began to dance to your beat surrendering her self
to the beat it was dance without restraint it was the dance of a
naked woman before a man of strength and she moved and swayed
always you were the center of the dance, it was a blatant
attempt at seduction the target was the drummer those that
watched would see that know that . her dance was raw it was
needy so very very need she seemed lost to the drum she had
become your puppet
Frode
As I play, I see a transformation come over you. There was
beauty to you before, aye, always that. But your stubborn
refusal to embrace what you are in this world only led to
suffering as you starved yourself... unable to believe in what
the healer Trusty told you about this being another world - one
where the best you could hope for was to be a prize pet rather
than common livestock. It took time, but observing the fair
slowly brought about the truth of that statement.... and the
realization that you were chosen to come here for some reason.
Not because you were the most attractive or the most skilled....
but because deep down this was what you longed for. You wished
for a strong man who could match your own strength. You wanted
to show yourself off without shame. That is the odd paradox of
Gor. You lose what freedom you had on Earth, yet gain the
freedom to be all you want.
My eyes move up and down your body as I take in the sight,
thinking there is a natural dancer in this barbarian woman after
all.
Jane
and as she danced her body warmed and a film of sweat glistened
over a body devoid of fat a body of a nearly pro surfer it was
her long supple legs and the abs and her butt that usually held
the eyes she danced with a uncaring freedom a license to just
dance her song of longing and denial but in ever step it was
clear she craved the drummers touch, but and so it was she
circled the drummer her world shrinking to just him and is drum
her hair cut short in a manner few in gor found pleasing yet
there was an animal grace in it all that grew a circle of
watches as coins fell at her feet as the men of the tavern
looked upon her and you could sense others were willing to do
what the drummer would not that to some in the room she was not
ugly or useless or worthless.
Frode:
No, she was not ugly. Or worthless. But the Skald, alas for the
girl, has eyes for only one fire-haired woman. And it was not
her. Oh, he appreciated the craft of her dance. And her smile
made her more beautiful, as did the enthusiasm with which she
threw herself into the performance. That gave it a grace that
all the trained dancers in the Pleasure Gardens of Ar could
never manage. But how did the old saying go? When one hungers
for bosk steak, ground chuck just will not do?
Still, the coins keep coming as the drumming goes on, as do the
shouts from the men offering double-coin girl rates for the
dancing redhead. They are disappointed when the song comes to a
close and the skald says nothing and does not attempt to auction
the girl off. Instead, he grabs the girl and throws her over his
shoulder, making his way to one of the alcoves reserved for
allowing the patrons and their chosen girls some privacy. He
doesn't intend to use her, but they don't know that. And word of
this display tonight may make it easier for him to find a buyer
for this wild one.
Kalmar:
As Kalmar stumbled into the tavern, his steps slightly unsteady
from the effects of his indulgence, he couldn't help but be
captivated by the rhythmic movements of a dancer gracefully
swaying to the music. His slightly tipsy state only added to the
allure of the performance, as he found himself mesmerized by the
fluidity and elegance of the dancer's motions. Despite his
inebriation, he couldn't resist the urge to join in the applause
that erupted from the crowd, acknowledging the dancer's skill
and artistry…. And he found Captain there and would walk towards
him and join at the crowded table where You and close friends
were , Tal Captain I would greet you.
Jane:
she let out a moan as she was tossed over his shoulder a broad
and powerful shoulder she closes her eyes as she hung down
draped across his back spent submitting to what will happen next
I nod to the other pirate, ignoring the apparent burden slung
over my shoulder. "Tal, Kalmar! I believe you just did." I grin
and bring a firm hand down upon the pale backside of the slave
slung over my shoulder. "I see your poet is not with you
tonight. Perhaps you were seeking other companionship?"
Frode:
I nod to the other pirate, ignoring the apparent burden slung
over my shoulder. "Tal, Kalmar! I believe you just did." I grin
and bring a firm hand down upon the pale backside of the slave
slung over my shoulder. "I see your poet is not with you
tonight. Perhaps you were seeking other companionship?"
Kalamar:
Of Course I branded and used her a while ago and she is rather
devastated, and but the night is still young for me. So yes I
was wandering around looking for what possibilities are there to
spend the rest of the night .
Jane:
the slap stung it was not a gentle pat she yelped in pain in
shock she squirmed on your shoulder but you held her tight
reinforcing that she was yours to do as you wished with her
reaction typical of a woman deprived of release she moaned
pitifully as you held her tight
Kalmar:
As I was speaking to Captain , I would give a pat on her bottom
as she was held on Captain's shoulder with her ass facing me … “
well done, girl.” I said
Frode:
Seeing the opportunity, I decide to take it. "Ah. Well, the gods
seem to smile upon you. For I am willing to let this slut go for
a bit more than a night if you like her dancing. Perhaps you can
have her put that poet to work in a new artform?" I grin.
"Besides, as I said before, my Mate dislikes having other
redheads around and I was hoping to find a home for this one
before the fair was over. I can think of few better to claim
this slut, if you've a mind to."
Jane:
In the haze the fog of her mind she heard another voice...
another hand touch her bare ass... she moaned a needy desperate
low moan
Kalmar:
I was taken aback by the captain's unexpected offer to sell the
property. I hadn't anticipated that he would be willing to part
with her, let alone consider a lease. Excitement welled up
within me as I realized the opportunity to add such a unique
piece to my collection. Perhaps my poet would find inspiration
in its presence as well. With a grin, I replied, "It's a deal.
Let's discuss the terms and make it happen."
Frode:
I grin. "Well, I had thought to offer you a trade for that poet
of yours. But as she's already branded.... shall we say five
silver and be done with it?"
Kalmar:
It's a done deal ten. I was drunk and desperate for another
fuck, and wouldn't care about money now . I would grab those
silvers from pocket and give it you without much argument.
Frode:
It is quite a balancing act, grabbing those silver with a
moaning woman slung over my shoulder, but it's not the first
time I managed such a dexterous feat. With the silver collected,
I shift jane from my shoulders into Kalmar's waiting arms.
"Congratulations on your purchase. Jane, this man is your Master
now..." i say slowly. "She's a barbarian. Barely knows any
civilized tongue, but she's a fast learner. Of course you don't
care about her talking, do you?" I chuckle. "A pleasure doing
business with you, my friend. Alas, I have a Mate waiting for me
elsewhere I must go check in on. But enjoy yourself. "
Jane:
she has no idea she has been sold that she has been traded for
pieces of silver that her fate now rests with a stranger
Kalmar:
It's called being at the right place at the right time I said
as I took over the item from the Captain and concluded the deal
. Thank you Captain
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