(00:50:49 )
sarai
--a freshwater stream that runs past the native village and drains into the bay--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *stammers out, from the cold and from fright, the initial fight-or-flight rush of adrenaline beginning to thin out as everything settles on her shoulders. Her big browns look up at you as you almost seem to speak kindly* S-S-Sarai. It was m-my grandmother's name too.
(00:53:33 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--a freshwater stream that runs past the native village and drains into the bay--
to sarai
: *nods* sarai is a good name. It will make this easier. *stepping forward, he reaches out and brushes back your hair with the backs of his fingertips, exposing your neck to the cool jungle air... placing the thin band of steel around your neck, he sees you flinch a bit as the clasp clicks shut* you are now my property sarai. Do what I say, when I say it, and you will survive. Fail to obey me, and you will be punished. Honor your collar, and you will have food, shelter, protection, and a life unlike any you've ever dreamed. Do you understand me?
(00:58:16 )
sarai
--a freshwater stream that runs past the native village and drains into the bay--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *she flinches and closes her eyes as you step closer... she generally didn't feel right when others got within her bubble, and she hugs herself with her arms... squinting her eyes, to see you doing something... then that strange click, and her hands fly up to the steel band - c-c-collar? her mind shrieks, then settles into this queer calm as she stares with her sable eyes up at you* I... I... am lost and alone on a planet probably lifetimes away from my home naked in the mud in some Amazon jungle freezing naked in front of a man I've known just outside of ten minutes who has just... just... decided I'll make some sort of nice pet?
(01:03:05 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--a freshwater stream that runs past the native village and drains into the bay--
to sarai
: *hears your words and can't help but let out a small chuckle* a pet... yes, perhaps, if you prove worthy of it. You are my slave, sarai. Look at you... you cannot protect yourself. Not from the beasts of the jungle, nor from the Men of Gor. With me, you will be safe. You will be fed. But you must earn it. And I will show you how. Come, kajira. Follow me. *turns and strides towards the bank of the stream, confident that you will follow rather than run.*
(01:07:53 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--a freshwater stream that runs past the native village and drains into the bay--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *lets out a gasp as you just turn around and start walking away. You get about five paces before she scrambles up and futively tries to push the mud off her legs and hands, her footsteps crash through the forests wondering how a tall guy manages to sneak around.* S-s-slave? There's still... slavery here? *she suddenly has a flash of imagery - her grandma, at the hearth, one wintery night, speaking of the concentration camps and how she barely survived, and it makes her shiver uncontrollably as she tries to keep up as your strides eat the distance*
(01:09:22 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--a freshwater stream that runs past the native village and drains into the bay--
to sarai
: *stops at the edge of the stream, turning and blinking at you* still slavery here? Of course there is slavery. How else do the weak survive? *gestures to the stream* get in and wash off that mud.
(01:15:54 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--a freshwater stream that runs past the native village and drains into the bay--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *almost stumbles down the slight slope into the water, which she nearly didn't feel, so overworked with different conflicts - at present, the idea of slavery, and she took a few minutes to scrub off the mud that clung everywhere - arms, face, hands, breasts, knees and calves and butt, and she gasped when she dunked her head beneath the water and gave a mighty shake of her hair with her fingers, standing up and flinging it behind her as she rubbed her arms to try and stop the shivering* The.. the weak.. like... work, and live and learn and get jobs like the... like the rest. On-on Earth anyways.... *she scrambles back up the small slope and tries not to fall in the mud again and just stands there next to you, nothing but getting warm on her mind now*
(01:21:15 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--a freshwater stream that runs past the native village and drains into the bay--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *looks you up and down slowly, not bothering to hide his gaze, taking stock of you now that the mud has been cleaned off... dark hair cascading down your full figure, draped over rounded breasts, covered by your arms... he watches as you shiver from the quick bath* come, kajira. You can kneel by the fire until you are warm again. *begins walking back towards the village*
(01:24:58 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--a freshwater stream that runs past the native village and drains into the bay--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *felt herself fluster at being so.. so... assessed, but she barely had time to think of what to say before you walked on without her, making her move a bit fast to catch up to you. You had mentioned fire, which she figured would suit just fine and a nice big blanket to wrap up in too. For a jungle it was chilly... then again, she is soaking wet.*
(01:26:24 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--the area around the charcoal and fire pits, in front of the Kitchen Hut--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *settles into a seat near the fire, pointing at the ground before him* you have much to learn, sarai. We will begin with how to properly kneel. A slave girl, a kajira, must kneel in a position called "nadu" when around Men. There are other positions, but this is the most basic. Kneel, and I will correct you.
(01:31:03 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--the area around the charcoal and fire pits, in front of the Kitchen Hut--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: W-why must I kneel? *she comes around close to the fire, looking at its slow blaze and feeling the hairs all over stand up to trap in the heat; her teeth chatter a little less now as she turned about to face you, looking down at the bare ground and thinking of all the scrapes she'd get.. but her mind remembered some threat of punishment and so she knelt as modestly as she could, hunched against the cold and pressing her legs together with her arms still across her chest, folded to keep off the cold - and your roving eyes*
(01:34:55 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--the area around the charcoal and fire pits, in front of the Kitchen Hut--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *stands as you kneel, answering you* you kneel because you are told to do so. You kneel because it shows that you are a slave, a servant of the Free, who are allowed the luxury of sitting. You kneel because it shows every Man that you are proud to be a woman. *walks over to you and places the toe of his boot between your clenched knees, forcing them wide apart* kneel with your knees spread open, as far you as you can stretch them. Your back must be straight, your shoulders level, your head held high but your gaze low, so as not to meet the eyes of the Free. Place your hands on your knees, palms up and open.
(01:40:58 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--the area around the charcoal and fire pits, in front of the Kitchen Hut--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *bites her lip as your boot wedges between her knees and pushes them wide, then wider, and she gasps as she hears and feels your words, make her stomach clench - she didn't know what part of her to cover, her overly exposed betwixt-the-thighs or her naked breasts - but you loom over her, obviously waiting for her compliance, and with shame writ on her face wondering how any woman could kneel like this she arranged herself as you summed up, dropping her chin though, heat rushed to her cheeks. Her hands were lax on her knees, fingers curling inward reflexively as she tried not to ball her hands into fists*
(01:43:19 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--the area around the charcoal and fire pits, in front of the Kitchen Hut--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *reaches down and brushes the hair back from your neck, letting it trail down your back, his fingertips tracing over your jawline... he steps back and begins walking a slow circle around you, watching* straighten your back, girl... you are a woman. It is not something to be embarrassed about. It is something to revel in, to flaunt, to be proud of. In that collar you will learn what it means to be a woman... not the shame of Earth, but the pride of Gor.
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