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The Rescue of Fiadh
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: August 2, 2023, 10:40 pm
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THE PLAYERS
Fiadh, a shipwrecked slave.
Frode, a stalwart Captain.
THE SETTING
Southern Gor, Upon The Thassa and an abandoned island in it.
-=Is on an island in Thassa=-
Fiadh
-Lush green in the background, Thassa taking up my view before
me. Other than the wildlife that I'm sure lives on this Island,
pretty much alone. Me, myself and I, company wondering what we
will talk about later when the darkness sets in. After having
heave hoed up the contents of my insides, pushing up from the
sand, dusting hands off. Growing thirsty, but what I had
witnessed in all that lush greenness made me think twice about
entering those trees again. Perhaps I could find a fresh water
stream exiting the trees and entering Thassa's water, now
there's a thought. Trying to judge just how much daylight is
left in the day, no teller of time, since most of my time had
been taken up in servicing Men. From the time that I was born,
it was inevitable that I was going to be a vessel of sin,
something to be used to create a lust inside a Man , and provide
the means for His pleasure. Impressed had been the Slaver whom
came across me in a Market, caged, a wildling, that in some
ways, can never be tamed.-
-Hand upon hands would pass, finding me at the mercy of a kirt
or whip. Luckily no scars had been left behind the floggings,
hard lessons learned, finally convinced that it was not my way
that mattered. Thriving in the endeavors thrown at me, a
favorite at the Slaver house. I was going to miss those times
before I starve to death here on this Island, either that or be
made into a meal for something with fur and much larger teeth
than I have. That return trip to the shelter for the night
coming would have me thinking, having never watched anyone
starve to death before, it would have to be a gruesome death,
for sure. Definitely didn't want to die the way that girl had,
at the mercy of osts, they have no mercy, shivering slightly as
I continue to walk across the shoreline toward what remains of
the Captain's ship cabin.-
-Purposely leaving the door open earlier, I could see that the
tide was coming in, great, I hadn't thought about the changing
of the tide. At this point, all I can hope for is that the
wooden structure was far enough back away from the water not to
be pulled back out into Thassa's merciless grasp. Previously I
had only done a quite check of the interior, this time, I would
check more thoroughly, my very existence depends on it now.
Stepping into the cabin that I'd never been allowed in before,
it had always looked like a space of splendor before, now there
the are gapping holes scattered about. Mostly in the roof, but
if it rains, there will be plenty of dry space to huddle
beneath. Waves crashing against the shoreline would keep my ears
occupied for the most part while I check out the interior.
Ledgers sticking out of the drawers of a desk that had been
broke in two, it wouldn't do me any good to look at them, I
couldn't read, although the Slaver had full intention on
teaching me, so much for that. Wooden floor was completely gone,
nothing but sand to walk across, that's okay, long as I have a
partial roof, it will make due until death finds me.-
Sincerely trying to hold onto hope, but it wasn't easy,
especially with as grime as things were looking. Taking a seat
in the center of the cabin, looking out through the open door,
trying to think about what to do, then I think, fire. My
survival skills were starting to kick in, pushing up from the
sand, checking the drawers of the desk looking for a fire
striker. It wouldn't be found until the last drawer, with a soft
gasp, I pulled it out, feeling like I had just became the
richest slave on Gor. With my treasure in hand, I would exit the
cabin, with all the wood scattered on the shore from the wrecked
ship, I'm about to make a fire big enough to be seen for
overhead and from Thassa as well.-
Where had the day even gone, here I am worrying about the
shadows of the night when before it was the shadows of the night
that I looked forward to. The labor that I am putting in
collecting, dragging bits and pieces of the wrecked Round ship,
something that I am used to, but not because I need to actually
build a fire. Amazing how the smaller things in life are taken
for grated, aren't appreciated until our lives are turned upside
down. I should have already taken care of at least a dozen cocks
by this time of evening, one thing about it, there's noone left
to complain or beat the hell out of me for slacking. Stacking
the wood as high as I can get it after making the base out of
pieces as big as I could find followed by much smaller pieces.
Dried vines and leaves gathered, stuffed around the bottom, on
my knees with that firestriker in hand, just a couple of hits
the leaves and dried vines ignite. Moving back away from the
fire as it starts to build, feeling the heat as it starts to
surround me, thirsty, to late to try and find a fresh water
supply now, first light of dawn I would have to be on the hunt
for some. Technically a body can survive a lot longer without
food than it can water.-
-I'd take a seat upon the sand further back from the fire so the
heat doesn't touch me, trust me, I'm hot blooded enough without
my brown skin becoming anymore scorched than it is. Once more my
mind would return to the Storm and how the Slaver had to toss
everyone overboard in an effort to try and save His ship. As far
as I know, everyone has perished, and I'm sitting here burning
bits and pieces of the Ship that He had tried to save, ironic,
isn't it. Reality was going to start coming into play, if not
during the night, then sometime tomorrow. I'm not a hunter, I
don't even have a freaking weapon, wait, I take that back, I'll
need to count my fiery disposition, average looks, shining
personality. Now let's not forgot that back in the Slaver's
house, my reputation for sucking dick kept the Masters coming
back. Some days there would be several repeat visits, so I have
that going for me as well. That would bring a laugh, my cock
sucking skills would work on a Master, but I've my doubts that a
wild Beast is going to be impressed. Shit. I'm not used to being
on my own, I do not do well on my own, and yet here I am on this
sandy beach just me, myself and I.- "Who's going to start this
discussion." -I just pushed those words right out there, not
that I'm expecting a reply cause I'm not crazy enough at the
point to reply to myself.-
-Wrapping arms around toned brown legs as I pull them up resting
my chin atop knees that have been crawling for a very long time.
Ya see, that's the thing, learning to crawl came very easy, so
good at crawling that I rarely walked at the Slaver house. The
Slaver had expected perfection, I was so damn far from
perfection when He bought me as a wildling from a Market.
Although my flesh bears no evidence of my training, I couldn't
say the same for the Slaver that trained me. Teeth marks and
nail trails which time will never erase He carried with Him even
as the Ship had sank. In His own way, kind, that's what emotion
was given to me, among other things, but never love, no, He
tossed my brown ass way to easy into Thassa's angry waves to be
concerned about the beast He was making a sacrifice of. Staring
into the fire's flame dance, smugly I wondered, as He was
drowning, lungs filling up, did He even cast a thought toward
me, probably not. I can imagine that panic snuck in and He drown
without even a chance to count his coin. The weight of that coin
pouch is probably what sent him even quicker to the bottom of
Thassa, or into the belly of one of those monster fish that live
and thrive in those dark waters.-
-A breeze would cause me to lift my head, eyes covering the
horizon in one swept, sun sinking low. Getting the chance to
witness a thing of beauty, when otherwise I am just to busy.-
"Go get this, go do that. Suck My dick, get on your knees slut."
-Different voices for different commands, recalling them all
with the knowledge that I might not ever hear another shouted
command again. Hey, ya know, I think I can deal with that, the
PK's know that I've put more than my fair share in. I
guarandamntee some of those cocks out there are going to miss
this mouth, twat and ass!- "You Masters are going to miss this
piece of Hel fire, I guarantee!" Unsure of why I even did that,
cause there is nobody that is going to hear me, except me!-
-A Karian Pirate and His savage whore is the beginning of me.
Although I never laid eyes on either one of them, pretty sure
that Karian Pirate was a looker, either that or I'd taken my
looks back from the whore. My looks aren't the only thing that I
had inherited. Lover of Storms especially those violent in
nature, it was said that the whore pushed me out during one of
the worse that Kar had ever seen. That Pirate ensured His whore
would never become attached to the baby I was way back when,
from a whore's womb, straight into the hands of a greedy Slaver,
ain't life a bitch. From one Slaver to another until the final
one had snatched me up at a Market for two coppers. Knowing
absolutely nothing about coins, guessing that wasn't very much,
little did I know that the Slaver's pouch had grown in leaps and
bounds because of me. Waves continued to crash against the
shoreline as the winds picked up pace while those three moons
grabs the reins to take control of the sky. Low the Sun had
sunk, disappearing into Thassa's inviting embrace, listening for
that sizzle I was sure was going to come, but it didn't.-
-I had put enough bits and pieces of the Ship to last throughout
the night, even if the fire did burn out, I wasn't going to
worry about it now. What I needed to do is to make sure I've a
safe place to get away from the animals that walk on four feet,
being considered by them as a meal didn't seem nearly as
tempting as the two legged Beasts. Unwrapping slender arms from
around my legs, easing up from the seat that I'd taken upon the
sand, heading toward what is left of the Round Ship's cabin.
Certainly nothing to get excited about, but at least there is a
door that I'll be able to close, that's precisely what I proceed
to do as I enter the "exclusive" shelter on the beach tonight.
Enough light was coming through the holes in the ceiling letting
enough light in for me to work by. Enough fractured wood to
stack behind the door, it would take a bosk to bust that door
down, either that or a very hungry larl, sleen, even a renegade
Tarn, oh the joys of being alive and alone in the middle of
bumfuck nowhere. Knowing nothing about navigation, not even sure
where the Ship had been headed when we left the Port. That
unforgiving Storm has no doubt directed me and what's left of
the Round ship to a place that only the PK's are aware of. Maybe
I should get in good with them, wonder how big their cocks are,
just the thoughts of survival running rampant through the dirty
mind of a savage slut. Maybe if I say just the right things into
the night air, those PK's will swoop down, snatch me up by the
hair, make sure that I don't die of starvation, without those
protein shakes I'm used to, Imma die.-
-How do I even begin to get their attention, I mean honestly,
how hard can it be? Shit, I know what I should have done,
mumbling as I start removing all the wood that I had stacked in
front of the door, chucking that last piece over my right
shoulder just before I slowly open the cabin door. Not
completely dark, plenty of fire left, crooking my right leg
around the edge of the door, Men are Men, and I'm going to
assume the PK's are ALL Men, with cocks as well. Ever so slowly
that right leg would be drug up and down the door's edge before
the fingers of my right hand curl around that door edge as well.
Somewhere in the distance came the sound of beating drums, an
erotic tune, one that can make those hips of mine move as I
remove my leg, hand from the door edge and slide right on across
the sand. Hands clap before I spin around. Naked as the day I
was born, flawless brown skin, tits pumped up with all that
natural stuff, good enough to make one hell of a pillow. With a
determined strut across that grainy ground arriving next to the
fire that I'd built with my own hands, trust me, this fire ain't
got nothing on me.-
-Basking in the fire's glow as both hands lift to enter that
long black hair, finger's curl in a grip as that fuckable ass
starts to shift all the way down to find the back of bare heels.
Toned thighs parted wide enough for the air to bear witness to
an erect clit. HISS. Those drums were doing a number on the fire
inside of me, titties bounce as those hips just grind against
the flesh of those heels. Slow as I'd went down, I'd push right
back up, nowhere to go, noone to serve, I can dance allnight if
I want! Releasing that grip upon my hair only after making sure
my scalp would be sore in the morning! Hot damn, even if those
PK's aren't watching, I'll dance cause ain't noone else watching
either. Around the outer edge of that fire those erotic
movements would continue, until I decide to hit my knees upon
the sand, now it's going to get interesting, to say the least.
Knees meeting up with the grains caused by crushed shells and
crashing waves, soon as those knees touch, rocking back to touch
smooth heels before tilting to the right, landing on a shoulder
breaking that sensual fall, just so I can land flat of my back.
Writhing upon the sand came to damn easy for me, beneath those
three moons and a rumble of thunder in the distance giving me
the knowledge that perhaps, just perhaps, those Priest Kings
have just got interested in a piece of brown flesh writhing next
to a fire upon a sandy beach.-
-=Is sailing the green waters of Thassa=-
Frode
Perhaps the PKs do catch sight of the Karnian slut's passionate
display and take pity or pleasure from it. Perhaps it is the
gods of the North who hear her howls pleading for life, or at
least a better death than starving to death wishing for a fat
cock to suck on and a belly full of seed or swelling up from ost
bites like the other unfortunate slave. Or perhaps there is some
magic, known to the Skalds and Singers, that enable them to
sense the presence of wanton wenches no matter where they roam.
Whatever the case, something causes the lookout of the
Persephone's Fate to glance out at the seemingly uninhabited
island and catch sight of a fire where no fire should be.
"FIRE AHOY! THREE POINTS OFF THE PORT!"
The call sends men rushing out of curiosity, for there's not
been much to hold their interest during this relatively dull
part of the voyage. (Well, beyond the entertainments offered by
paga, cage girls and the songs of lusty sailors at work, of
course.)
For his part, Captain Song does not rush. He does, however, take
a step up to the helm and remove the spyglass from his Captain's
Coat. A quick glance and he sees the bonfire in the dark. He
also makes out a distinctly feminine figure writing before the
flames in a familiar fashion.
"Orders, Captain?" asks the sailor at the wheel.
I don't hesitate. "Make for the Island, Mister Conrad. I believe
we have at least one eager shipwreck victims to rescue."
I look to First Mate Pike who is biting his lip, having spied
the same figure with his own glass. I fix my firmest look on the
old salt, who normally doesn't hesitate to speak up if I'm about
to do something immediately suicidal. (If only because Malora
will kill him assuming I don't get us all killed first.)
"You think it's buccaneers setting a trap." It is not a
question.
"I think I were trying to lure in a ship to raid it, I'd have
some pretty thing dancing before a signal fire." Pike grunts.
I nod. "True, but if you were going to do that, you'd do it in
the day when people could see it. Clearly that poor girl has
been driven mad by hunger, thirst and loneliness."
"And you think we need another madwoman on board this ship?"
Pike says snarkily.
I just smile. "Madness is like fresh fruit, Pike. You need a
little to keep things moving. But your point is well taken.
Ready a boarding party and the weapons. On the odd chance this
is a trap, we'll not be caught with our pants down. Like when
you eat too much fresh fruit."
The old salt rolls his eyes but goes to ready the men as I look
to the ever-growing fire in the distance.
(NOTE FROM CAPTAIN FRODE: I'll be busy during the day on 8/3/23,
but any who would like to play out our ship coming to the rescue
of Fiadh or any other shipwrecked slaves is encouraged to do so.
Only Malora has permission to run me as an NPC directly,
however.)
#Post#: 154--------------------------------------------------
PART TWO
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: August 3, 2023, 9:29 pm
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Frode
What were Malora's words exactly when I ordered the longboat
prepared? Oh yes. "I would not wager the lives of any of my
ship's occupants against the fickle nature of Odin's son Loki."
Now, as for allowing me to wager my life? Well, she was
powerless to prevent me from doing that. If Malora had any idea
how to stop me from doing dangerous and foolhardy things, she
would have done so long ago. And then again, if it weren't for
my doing dangerous and foolhardy things, we would have never
becoming Mated. It was quite the conundrum for the co-Captain
and one she dealt with by trusting that for all my bravado, I
was honestly as good as most of Gor seemed to believe me to be.
Three crew row out with me, including my bosun Dalgo, Mister
Conrad and Boy Smithy, who is called that for his youth and for
his having been of the Caste of Blacksmiths before the life of
the sea called to him. (There was also the matter of him
impregnating some High Caste lady and needing a fast exit out of
Cos, but the sea tells no tales, unlike certain smartarsed
Captains.)
I am the first to set foot on the beach, as I look around and
spy the smoke in the distance. I did not row right out to meet
the fire, nor did I go to explore while it was still dark. I did
offer my companions a chance to travel, thinking the Tarnsman
might welcome a chance to go ashore for a time. Alas, he was
still a bed, according to his.... slave? Mate? I'm not sure even
they know what they are to each other. It's a condition I know
all too well. I'm clad in simple sailor's gear - boots, trousers
and tunic - with the silver rapier I call Mercy hanging at my
right side and a 12 inch hunting knife of no name on my left.
Hidden up my sleeves are two four-inch daggers of Kassau-forged
iron. Two similar daggers are tucked into my boots. If this is
an ambush, there is no obvious signs of it, as I glance at the
beach sands looking for signs of movement. Mister Conrad, the
best tracker among our company does the same and nods.
"Bare foot prints captain, moving around a bit. A woman. Or many
women."
I nod. "Aye. But where has the lass gone?"
Fiadh
-Having a taste of Freedom, even if only for a couple days, is
making feel things that I've never gotten the chance to feel.
Needless to say that renegade inside of me that the Slaver had
thought He'd beat out was coming to life. Now I could have just
waited around for the occupants of the Ship to disembark, rolled
out a red carpet, had I been in possession of one, welcomed them
with open arms, but the savage inside of me spoke "Don't make it
easy for nobody anymore." Since I've been alone these two days,
getting in touch with my inner being, especially by dancing
around that fire last night, that inner being had spunk, mingled
with defiance, not a good combination, but being tossed from a
sinking Ship in the middle of a horrible Storm hadn't set all
that well with me either. I mean, just forget the part about how
aroused I was, and the orgasm that ripped through my core just
as soon as the Waves had wrapped around me like a long lost
Master. Hell no, let's add some attitude for drama's sake,
everyone needs a little drama these days!-
-I'd kept both eyes on the ship, and as soon as I spotted people
leaving it, that was my signal to vamoose and that's precisely
with I had done. Not fool enough to wander back into the depths
of all that green foliage, hell no, there are mean ass osts in
there, I'd witnessed what they had done to one of the other
girls. Just that memory alone is going to stick with me for a
longggg time. Picking out a tree located in a grove just on the
other side of the treeline, making sure that it's a lot bigger
than me, which really wasn't going to be that hard to find.
Inhaling a soft breath, shit, I hadn't taken the time to cover
my tracks. Do you see how bad I am at this, I SUCK! Literally,
and I swallow too, but that's another subject for another time.
Anyhow, I'm going to make myself become part of this tree. I'm
going to love this tree like it was my whore mommy, getting in
close enough to almost meld into the bark, then I would listen.
This is really pointless, unless by chance they are all blind
Masters and don't pay any attention to the footprints on the
sand. All I can do is hope that they will spot what's left of
the Ship and go that way, which is the total opposite way to the
way I came. I would ask the PK's for a little help down here,
but for some odd reason I really don't think they are
interested.-
-Let's play a game, it's called hide and seek. I'll be the hider
for now, and you can come seek me. One of the girls at the
Slaver's House had been from Earth and she had told us all about
it. Some of the Masters had really enjoyed playing the game,
because one of the rules was whichever Master found us, got His
cock sucked. Needless to say, once the popularity of the game
got out, we played it often at the Slaver's House. It's
important to stay quiet. It's very important to stay still, but
this is the first time that I've ever played it on sand, so I do
have a pretty good idea on just how this game is going to play
out!-
Frode
"What do you think, Captain? Follow the tracks, or check out
the fire?" asks Dalgo.
It's a fair question. If this is a trap, heading to the fire
would be the quickest way to trip it. Of course the tracks might
also be a trap. Damnation, there are times I miss the days when
my biggest decisions involved what tavern I would try and score
free drinks at while wooing wenches. Not many, though. Not
really.
"We follow the tracks. They may lead us to our quarry and if
they do not there is always the fireside." I decide. "Fan out,
but don't get out of sight of one another. Dalgo nods and
unwinds the bola hanging from his belt as Boy Willie draws a
dagger whole Conrad takes point and begins leading the way along
the sands towards a certain tree, not knowing what treasure and
booty might be waiting for us or ready to expose itself by
fleeing.
Fiadh
-The waiting is always the hardest! Standing here pressed
against this big ass tree, thinking of all the other things that
I could be doing. Finding a fresh water source and something to
eat, those were supposed to be my top priority, but no, here I
am hiding behind a tree that isn't going to be able to protect
me, not in the least. Wait, what is it that I'm trying to be
protected from, I mean, those are Masters, with cocks, and if
I'm nice to them, they will be nice to me. That Earth bitch told
us about that song, which at the time, I thought was funny as
fuck, but I'm finding some truth in it now. Pressing my forehead
against the tree, murmuring softly.- "It's really no sense in
hiding, in order to win this game, I would need to be someone
that I'm not." -I almost expected the tree to lower a limb down,
give me a hug, but when the Fucker didn't, I realized that I've
not even convinced the tree. Suck it up buttercup, do what you
gotta do, make your mama proud!-
-I'd peek from around the tree trunk, sure enough those Peckers
were heading in this direction. All fanned out, not exactly in a
straight line, but I can deal with that. Doing a slow rotation
against the tree, planting my back against the bark as I proceed
to let loose a seductive whistle into the air. Rising to the tip
of my toes, tipping upon the sand while inching from around the
tree, toned arms reaching back in a reverse hug until I'm in
plain sight of the Masters approaching. That's when the sass
started to kick in, pushing the defiance out the way, feeling
that burn in my flat, empty tummy. Tipping chin as I shift
slowly from side to side against that tree, which, if only less
in diameter, I might have used it for a dancing pole. Midnight
blue eyes twinkling with more than just a hint of wickedness.
Waiting. Watching until They get close enough, and then...and
then...I would push out the sound of my voice over those
temptress lips, keeping the volume low, just for dramatic
purposes.- "Tal....Masters."
Frode
The woman (and there is no doubt that she is indeed a woman)
and her slow sidle around the great tree catches the attention
of the men immediately. The state of their cocks is uncertain
because of their baggy sailor breeches, but none of them appear
displeased by the sight of raven hair, midnight eyes, firm tits,
temptress lips or the sound of her sultry voice as she regards
them. Unsurprisingly, it is their apparent leader, the dark and
dashing one, who is the first to speak.
"Tal, slave." he says with a smile. The fact that you address us
as Masters indicates you either were a slave or realize what
your status is likely to be given you are outnumbered,
bare-flanked and have no apparent way of this PK's forsaken
island without our help. I hesitated only in thinking that if
she is a lure girl the ambush will be coming any moment.... now!
Or now!
... now?
With no ambush apparent, I break the silence again, throwing a
glance to Boy Smith, who is sweating a bit for reasons that have
nothing to do with the heat. "Oh, calm yourself, lad. There
aren't any Panthers this far south." I then turn back to the
woman.
"What are you called, slave? If you are called anything." Back
to business, this Captain.
Fiadh
-I had definitely been spotted, it was the kind of reaction that
I was used to getting. There's just something about a confident
slave that knows her shit, and I certainly know my shit when it
comes to Masters. It hadn't always been this way, no, a lot of
trial and error, corrections, beatings had all added to making
me into what I am. Something spit right out of the bowels of
Hel, a fire in my soul that just don't know when to quit. It
helps that the PK's had ensured I was created with a body that
would stop even a herd of raging male bosk, as if those hooves
would ever want to trample lil ole me. From one Master to the
other, my eyes doing a slow prowl, slow and sly is the grin
which situates itself upon the lips that have sucked off more
dicks than I would ever be able to count. As you began to speak,
my eyes would shift in your direction. Yum. Already trying to
measure the cock hidden beneath those baggy breeches, there's
enough material there to let that Poker tent real good. Pushing
a couple perfect teeth against a plumb bottom lip, that
seductive tone continues to evade the air, even while that tree
trunk is kept pressed against my back.- "I was given the name,
Fiadh, Master, although I have answered to so many more."
-Oh I was pretty sure that Master is smart enough to think of
some of those names all on His own without me having to disclose
them, but I would, if that was found to be necessary. Just for
the hell of it, and because I am still on those tiny toes
beneath the tree, another rotation would find me now pressed
against the tree. Offering the sight of a brown ass swollen in
shape just enough to maybe make a Master moan in pure
appreciation. Giving that tree a smack with both hands before
slender fingers curl, nails digging against the bark. Without
warning, I'd drop down, until the perfect globes of that
fuckable ass smack against bare heels. Now that I was that low
to the ground, I might as well just crawl on out. Looking over
my left shoulder, just to make sure all those handsome Master's
are watching, then I would lean forward as I turn, small hands
finding the sand, and of course my knees were getting in on the
action as well. Slow is the prowl, that motion could intimidate
a Sleen, erect nipples barely tracing the sand, ass high, it was
easy to see that I have this movement down pat. Arriving to Your
left boot, easing up, taking my hands from the sand while the
swell of my ass finds the smooth of heels used to cradling that
ass. A defiant shake of my head would send those black strands
in wild disarray while toned thighs parted to open like the most
sinful storybook you've ever been in possession of. Then those
midnight blue eyes would travel up the length of your body once
more to find your face, an easy smile came while I held the
position.-
Frode
My face remains impassive as I watch the display. Boy Smith's
jaw drops visibly as the slave displays all she has to offer and
then some, crawling to the one who spoke to her. Even the
usually unpreturbed Dalgo seems a bit flustered at the sight of
this display.
As you part your thighs and shake out your hair, displaying
erect nipples and wet cunt before me, I do allow a soft smile to
fill my face.
"Well then, she who was given the name Fiadh, you should know I
have need of women such as you on my ship and there seems to be
little here for you but a slow and painful death. Will you join
my crew? Or shall I leave you here?"
Seriously? After this he's asking a question? Offering you a
choice?
Fiadh
Those midnight blue eyes had fallen upon a impassive looking
face, not that rattled my cage a little bit. My ego had already
taken some several hits over the course of the past three days,
what with being thrown from a Ship into the center of a raging
storm, gobbled up and swallowed by waves in almost the same
manner as my mouth is used to sucking cocks. Just like the
Slaver that had thrown me overboard, and the fact that I
couldn't even get the PK's attention last night, coming to
realize that I'm not quite the beast of pleasure that I used to
be. Sure, Master had stated that something like me was needed
upon His ship, I was needed on the last Ship as well, and here I
am on a deserted Island surrounded by pieces of that wrecked
vessel, being offered a choice.-
-Turning back through the pages of memory in my mind, there
wasn't a page that had been labeled, the day I was given a
choice. This is something totally new and strange to me, strange
as can be. A slow painful death was looking pretty good right
about now, I mean, seriously if I can't make cocks tent in baggy
britches, what the fuck good am I? The brilliance of a smile
would come into play upon the sensual contours of my face, with
a light striking into the very depths of those midnight blue
eyes. Without any hesitation and not so much as a stammer I
would boldly proclaim.- "I will stay here, Master!" -You had
given me a choice. I had given you my answer. Company had been
good, real good, while it had lasted, and I will hate to see
Master and His crew go, but it is what it is, such is the life
of a slave upon the Planet called Gor.-
Frode
Yes, I had given you a choice. And yet, with your answer, you
had given me two answers.
My hand comes down to tangle in raven locks, as you had made no
indication of moving away and are still kneeling and looking for
all the world eager and willing to be where you are.
"Ah... but if you are calling me Master, than you are a slave.
And a slave needs a Master to be a slave." Yes, there is logic
to that. And if she can figure out, she's good.
I look down, chocolate brown eyes meeting those midnight blues.
seeing the savagery there and something more, waiting to see the
reaction to hands upon her and my challenging her choice.
Fiadh
-This isn't supposed to be how it works, dammit! I was offered a
choice, I made it, that's about as cut and dry as it can be
done, least in my eyes. Despite the lack of a collar around my
neck, in a collar's stead was body chain. It had been crafted by
a Master Blacksmith and fitted solely for me. There was no lock,
so a key was never needed, those steel links woven in a manner
which run around my slender neck, dropped down nearly the entire
length of my back, only to join up and surround my hips. From
there the journey of the chain would travel along that flat
tummy, between the swell of tits fashioned with being head
rests, as well as an awesome place for a rock hard cock to be
massaged. Now it wasn't my place to correct Master, nor would I
in a thousand years, but I felt that I needed to say something,
since I was being given, a choice.- "Master, there is no
question to what I am, not since I was pushed out of the womb of
a savage whore. What You say is true, a slave does need a Master
to be a slave. I'm thinking that is why I was tossed into the
eye of that Storm, maybe it's not my place to be a slave
anymore."
-The confidence was starting to unravel and reality was taking
it's place that I had been put upon this Island to die, not
survive. Even as your fingers moved to find those black strands,
I was feeling more like the sands in an hour glass than anything
else. That fire started to dwindle from those midnight blue
eyes, at least I'd gotten the chance to try one more time and I
would be forever grateful for that. Turning my head slow toward
the fingers woven in my hair, lips would purse and push against
Master's wrist. Maybe I'm just a mirage, it could be that you
will awake upon your ship, me becoming just a fragment of your
mind last to be seen in a dream. Inhaling a soft breath, as I'd
never been given a choice before, it was a liberating feeling,
one that I'm sure was going to be short lived.-
Frode
I close my eyes at the soft kiss to my wrist and the hand
tangling in those dark locks. It's a damnable thing. One of
many. As a Skald, it's my responsibility to spread freedom and
joy. And I had taken it as a point of pride that I never forced
a collar upon anyone. That had changed with my becoming a
Captain, yet even then I never forced a collar on any save those
who threatened my life - the mutinous crew I made thralls and
the Panthers who threatened my life.
It is clear to me that nobody can survive on this small island.
Not for long. And what kind of life could one live in this
place? Not much of one to my mind. And yet, is it my place, in
my heroic ways, to make that choice for one who somehow survived
here?
Again, my chocolate brown eyes meet those midnight blues. And
again I speak.
"Perhaps. But perhaps I too was brought here to take you
someplace where you need not be a slave if you do not wish it?"
I leave the thought there before speaking again.
"We journey to my home. There are many who have come there to
start a new life. Slaves who wished to be free. If you wish, you
can come there and see if you might be free there. Or you might
be a slave there. You might stay here, too, of course. But I do
not think you will live long or free here."
Fiadh
"Master, I've known nothing else all my life, but to be a slave.
I like to think that I've been a good enough slave that even the
PK's will offer to smile down upon me and give me the chance to
die a speedy death. The Storm, even as violent as it was, didn't
take my life, I was spared, and I'm smart enough to know that I
don't have nine lives." -During the time that we were engaged in
conversation, the most that I had been allowed to talk, most of
the times, my throat was stuffed with cock, so this in itself is
something new to me. Surrounded by new things had became an
adventure to me and that adventure had started when I was spit
out upon that sandy shoreline. Boldly looking into the depths of
those chocolate brown eyes as I continued to speak.- "I will
stay here, Master, and I will accept any Fate that the PK's send
down on me, I think I've earned that, but if not, so be it."
Frode
I nod and release the hair. "Very well. Fare well then, Fiadh.
Free Woman."
I turn around and leave the woman to her fate, with my crew
reluctantly following me back to the boat. Perhaps it is foolish
to leave her here. Perhaps I should have taken her by force. But
I have to be true to my Skald code. And perhaps the gods will
let her live.
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