~*~...a girls soft breasts move along Master's thigh as she moves to the dance pit silently save for the tingling shimmer of slave bells attached at her left ankle....nightfall upon the camp is a breathtakingly beautiful...her right arm, adorned with the tiniest of bells and bracelets from Master lifts into the air...one knee of her long and sculpted delicious legs bends as if on display...a girl turns slowly in the small space as she remembers the first meeting with the Man whose protection she is grateful to have...~*~

~*~...ever so softly the hand drums of the musicians begin a lyrical rhythm as if a heartbeat...soft whistles join the sultry hot beat as she falls to her knees and her thighs closely pressed under the silks...the shimmer of the belled earrings move enticingly against her neck..her face a mask...she looks above her as if being interrogated by the Strong Rarius who stalks around her in a circle...a girls hands rapidly move to cover her lovely face...her body rocks as in terror...her eyes darting to and fro through her hands as if to escape the Rarius and her own desires as passion becomes evident in their shimmering green depths...~*~~*~

~*~...hearing HIS voice inside her head...HIS endless questions...fearing HIS presence a girl quickly scurries across the sand trying to escape Him..fearing her own desires she begins to run seemingly to plead to Others for help as she looks over her delicate shoulder...the silks cling tighter to her sensual form..betraying the aching nipples with each rise and fall of her breasts...she clutches to her chest..her slave heart beating rapidly as she gulps air to her lovely throat..she hears HIS laughter at her useless plight in the distance...~*~

~*~...the slave bells shimmering their own rhythm as she runs faster..harder..dancing and twirling around letting the silks move over her wanton hips...and then, as if her body slams against some invisible force that will not move from her way....tiny hands flatten against air..as if an inpentratable wall...she looks up horrified...her hand covers her mouth..the wall becoming Masters chest..the music becoming more frenzied as she slips and falls to the burning sands as she tries to scurry away...~*~

~*~...she seems to stop breathing as she lays upon her back on the sands..tiny hands clutching to her chest..her neck..pulling on the kolar around her neck...her legs bending upwards..bells on her ankles twinkling angrily as she cries out over and over...hating Him...hating being owned...hating the way she responds to HIS merest presence...hating herself and what she has become...SLAVE!.. her mind screams at her...SLUT! tiny hands clutch the sides of her head pulling at her hair as her hips begin to grind against the air begging for HIS touch...legs widely parting..begging for HIS use..HIS body..HIS plunder of her intimate treasures...~*~

~*~...crying out in anguish and torment trying to drown it all out...slave bells of her ankles becoming louder and louder in time with those of her wrists as she writhes in the sands..her fadu glistening with the sweet ooze of slave heat...SLAVE...SLUT..SLAVE...the voice inside her head becoming HIS..crying out to drown the noise..the drums beating harder and harder...frenzied.....then stopping...no sound...no movement from her body as she stills accepting what she has become...~*~

~*~...her back arches from the sands as her body snaps as if kissed by the whip...her belly burning as she writhes, turns, twists to get nearer to Him...crawling on her hands and knees..her heart shaped rask high in the air..her legs parting fully to expose her wet sex with each lifting of her knees carrying her closer to Him...the mane swirling wildly around her shoulders as her inner thighs become wet with slave slickness as she crawls forward...the bracelets and bells of her wrists erotic sounding and increasing her passions for Him...~*~

~*~...her gaze seeks HIS..wants HIS ..craves HIS.. as it travels over HIS boots...HIS strong thighs and upwards to HIS face..seeing indifference to her overheated and writhing slave body by HIS brief glance...fear grips her heart as she goes unnoticed as she crawls within an ah-il of HIS presence...slowly the tiny fingers reach inside the silks still covering her breast to draw the scarlet ribbon from within..a wanton lustful smile moves along a girl's sweet delicious coral lips...~*~

~*~...pulling the ribbon upwards and letting it run the length of her lips..slowly teasing it with her tongue as if Master's body..kissing and stroking the silk with her lips..growling with need her teeth slowly sink into the soft red silk...knowing this is why she dances...for pleasure of Master...for her sisters and brothers...for the Camp...for the Ubar and Ubara...and for the love of HIM~*~

~*~...she flings her head back letting the five foot length of red silk only and inch wide snaking erotically between her aroused nipples...across her belly...the slave bells of her wrists increasing in tempo and sensuality as the scrap of red silk slides lower to caress the shaven fadu now saturated with the hot need of a owned girl...tugging around her shapely thigh ..her hand pulls it tighter along her glistening fadu...her body exposed for Master's gaze..the strip of red running the length of her wet slave heat..the silk becoming crimson with honeyed wetness as it pulls roughly against the gem of slave heat as she cries out her surrender...~*~

~*~...pulling the now wet silk upwards from her form...she slowly rises her body that shimmers almost golden with sweat from the sands...the music softer now...her hair falls in wet tendrils caressing her face...making her almond shaped green eyes look almost feline as a she-sleen...rising to her knees.....kneeling before Him her body very small in HIS strength...HIS presence....tiny hands gathering the scrap now moist with this slaves' desire..softly bunching the silk into her hands..cupping it..bringing it to her lips and softly kissing the scrap of material now wet with her own need...~*~

~*~...her eyes move upwards over Master's face lovingly before lowering to the sands...raising her hands in offering of the silk ...the soft shimmer of Masters slave bells upon wrists....softly whispering through breaths now jagged with dance and desire~...Master a girl thanks You for the honor of dancing for to bring pleasure to You this day and is in hopes that You desire and want this slip of slave, that You are proud of her, and that Your body will devour hers before the morning's sun rises...~*~