somethingelsexxx:Beautiful!!It was the calm before the storm for the barbarian fuckmeat known as
somethingelsexxx: Beautiful!! It was the calm before the storm for the barbarian fuckmeat known as Zahra Batenga before it was taken from a place called Dar es Salaam on the barbarian planet Earth. Its training collar had been removed from it which to its shock was disconcerting to it because it had quite naturally had come to love the steel collar locked around its neck proclaiming what deep down it knew it was born to be. Of course it still had the mark burned high on its left thigh that was mandated by Gorean merchant code; that would never be removed. It had been placed in a room with a window view, although securely barred, which was the first time since its arrival on Gor that it could see some of the beautiful world in which it would inhabit for the rest of its life. It had a view of the auction block on which it would be sold that evening. The placing of newly trained kajiras, kajira being the Gorean word for slavegirl, in such a room is so it can relax itself for the most important event of its life, save for its initial enslavement. That event is its first sale. As it continued to stare at the platform that it would ascend sometime after sunset, the fuckmeat slowly reached out for the bars of the window to squeeze them as if that would provide relief to the growing desire of its body at the moment to be used. Its hips began to slowly sway back and forth until a sudden direction change began a slow fucking motion. Its right hand released its grip of one of the bars in order to reach for a collar around its neck that was not there. With its fingers it squeezed the front of its throat to emulate the tightness of the steel slave collar it had worn before entering the room. A new one would be there after it leaves the block. It began to moan when it first felt its slave juice start a single trail down its left thigh; the thigh which held its “kef’ brand, the brand that marked it a slavegirl. Abruptly it released the bar held by its left hand so that hand could reach for that brand. The kajira closed its eyes for a moment before its training kicked in. It swirled about and rushed to the wall opposite the window; splattering itself on the wall like a bug on a windshield. Panting for air it gradually recovered from not doing what it wasn’t allowed to do. At the window it had been moments away from going into orgasm. Something a kajira was not allowed to do without a Man’s presence and permission. -- source link