~Raven Beauty~

*~Raven Beauty~*

She twirled around what seemed like a thousand times dancing to the sacred earth drums. Her diaphanous tulle of violet and crimson whirled about her. She had bells on her feet and with each step they jingled. Her arms and hands whirled gracefully about her. In each hand she held several veils...she danced the dance of the SEVEN VEILS.

Mesmerizing she was, captivating her audience, enrapture...

The young captain across the room sitting at a table with his comrades would not take his eyes off her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. A creature with alabaster skin, ruby lips, and auburn colored hair.

Her name was raven, she was nothing more than a tavern slave. Ahh, but she once held the position of UBARA. She carried the memory of her own slaves, kajirae, who had danced for her on command.

In this, one of the lowliest of positions, she found herself, well suited although she had not accepted the position. She had been cast into slavery by her own hand, on a wager.

Her violet eyes peered over her mouth covering veil, and for an instant, she and the captain were one. Their eyes met and she begged to be his, pleading with her gyrating hips, begging with each jingled stamp of her foot.

She was taken by his dark complexion, weathered from the sea, and his deep dark set eyes. He was well built, with a slight paunch, no doubt jutting over his trousers from excess food and drink. He had been land bound for a while now and had not sailed in six months.

As she continued the dance of the SEVEN VEILS, the captain told the barkeep to send raven to his quarters when he retired.

In the captain's chambers, this beautiful woman found herself begging the ko'lar of her newfound Master.

I am slave, but he is Master, I am in control, but he thinks he is, I will have him, as he will have me.

The ache that penetrated their loins was mutual, he wanted to ravage this creature, and in turn he sweetly ran his finger across her lips. He said, "you will be mine". And she replied, "yes Master, I will."

RavenB/beauty had been tethered to the four poster bed the whole night. Her arms ached from being strewn apart and her legs buckled underneath her. She wet her lips, thirsty, her stomach growled, hungry. Her desire to please her Master was evident when he walked up to her and smoothed her hair. You are a good little slave, you serve me well. He began to caress her thighs with the riding crop he held in his hands. Torment her with it he did, as her lips swelled with desire, and her wetness became evident. He left her there, tethered, writhing, until finally he came back with some drink, to moisten her lips, just a taste. She dared not look into his eyes and she was grateful. He continued to use her as he desired and it was B/beauty's greatest wish that her Master be pleased with her. He took her violently, and while she thought he would elevate her off the floor as he impaled her, she met his force by countering it. Their desire exploded together in a euphoric moment of orgasm. They were united in that instant. B/beauty thought she would be cut down from her tethers at that moment. She wished for her Master to do so and hold her in his arms. He did not...he removed a cat-o-nine tails from the wall and began to whollop her with it. She could not understand why he beat her so. (It wasn't a hard beating, just a stinging one, no blood was drawn). Master could tell she did not understand why he beat her. You make me desire you too much B/beauty and for that you must be punished. Poor B/beauty endured his words. Finally he cut her down and allowed her to feed herself, no hands. He then let her nestle in the furs alongside the bed on the floor as he napped. She sighed, for B/beauty knew her Master loved her and desired her in every way. She slept, as the rays of sunshine came through the window sheers, with a smile on her face, wonderment at what awaited her that evening by the Master's hand.

*~Raven Beauty~*