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GOREAN DANCES
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GOREAN DANCES
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* brook{PG} smiles softly, feeling her excitement start to grow as the music flows thru her. Keeping her grasp on the pole and twirling around it, the gentle breeze going thru her hair fanning it out into a silken brown cloak...she stops...her hair delicately framing around her face, grasping the pole with both hands and sways to the rhythm of the music, her shoulders and hips moving fluidly...
* brook{PG}'s ebony eyes sparkle with brilliance as she feels her slave heart fill with warmth...the cold strength of the steel in her warm soft hands reminding her of the cold, steely strength of her Master and the way He warms His kajira's soul...her mind seeing His commanding eyes inspecting His property, feeling her body tremble with her need...
* brook{PG} pulls her body to the pole... arching her back and pressing her taut belly into the steel, letting her upper body fall away from it, brown tresses falling down past her well rounded bottom, and her full breasts falling slightly to the sides of her body...dark rosy nipples hardening as the cold steel presses against her moist slave's heat, dampening the sheer silks trapped between her body and the pole...
* brook{PG} closes her eyes, thrusting her breasts out, erect nipples tingling as she moves her hips and belly against the pole, swaying sensually to the music, imagining the cold ungiving strength to be the strength of her Master, longing for Him to feel her warm, needy flesh against Him.....
* brook{PG} moves in closer, bringing the tendermost part of her thighs to the pole, feeling her heat against the steel. She slides her body down the pole, knees spreading wide as her bottom almost touches her heels, flowering open against the pole, laying her wetness against it, knuckles white as she clutches the pole and seductively moves to the music, dark eyes throwing sparks of passion, heart bursting with the love of a kajira....
* brook{PG} hears the seductive beat of the music wrapping around her body and her hot blood races thru her body, trembling as she feels her slave's need consume her...gyrating her hips against the pole, tilting them up and pressing her slave heat against it, rocking her hips on it, and pulling her body's length to it, rubbing her wet desire over it and carressing her aching flesh with its cool strength....
* brook{PG} 's heart pounds under her breasts, chest heaving as her body moves against the pole, pressing her slave heat into it, the musky scent of her desire coating the pole and making her even more aware of her need...slave body aching to feel the steely power of her Master, as she feels the cold strength of the steel pole....
* brook{PG} hears the music playing sweetly in her ears...moving as if it were her very soul...her sparkling eyes flash at her Master as she slides down the pole once more...leaving the pole and lowering her moist body to her hands and knees, her silks clinging to her as she crawls to Him, heavy breasts swaying gently and inner thighs slick with her wetness....
* brook{PG} slides to her slave's belly as she nears her Master, bringing her head to His feet...she tenderly kisses His boots, and rubs her flushed cheeks against them...brook feels her raging need and complete submission to His Will...her body trembles as she lay at His feet...feeling her joy to be owned by Him.
* brook{PG} stops before stepping on the sand, untying the slave knot on the shoulder of her silks and feels them slipping off her body...she closes her eyes, feeling only her collar around her supple neck, and imagines herself getting ready to step up on the auction block...her mind imagining what her heart would feel as the Owner she loved brought her here to be sold, her emptiness filling her soul...a sense of loss wracking her....
* brook{PG} sees the auctioneer hurling the whip...and she steps quickly, feeling her mounting anxiety as he whips her to the block, her body tense and her fear pulsing in her veins...she stands in front of the faceless Masters and Mistresses in the crowd, not really seeing any of them...only feeling her uncertainty, her fear and her lonliness...
* brook{PG} moves cautiously, timidly as she displays her Master's merchandise to the crowd...moving as she was trained, to bring a high price...but feeling her awkwardness...her fear almost freezing her as her dark eyes glanced over the watching crowd...searching to find One that will cherish her...trying to feel the passion in her heart, her insecurity denying her that freedom...
* brook{PG} feels her body tense as the auctioneer approaches, tired of her awkwardness, the five bladed whip in His hand and His anger flashing in his eyes...he wields the whip, laying it across her shapely bottom...she cries out in pain and lonliness, hearing the pity of her own desperate cry as the searing pain penetrates her...she smells her fear mixing with the delicate scent of her slave perfume...
* brook{PG} looks towards the faces looking at her...blending and blurring together...she feels her lonliness bathing her...she feels the coldness surrounding her as her eyes well with water and a hot tear spills down her cheek....
* brook{PG} moves closer to the crowd and her eyes gaze upon an Old Master watching her...she moves before Him slowly, displaying herself for His eyes...hoping she could entice a high bid as she danced for Him...searching her heart for the warmth she could give Him in His wealthy Old age...hoping for a life of leisure and easy bondage...
* brook{PG} hears a Master's voice up the bid and turns to see a Warrior, standing Strong and Proud as he eyed her intently...His fingers on his purse...she sees the want in His eyes and feels the warmth of being wanted...she moves towards Him, her body starting to move more fluidly, her dark eyes smiling as she begins to dance for Him...
* brook{PG} moves in front of the Warrior...her mind sensing His use of her, making her feel her need to be wanted by Him...and feels the warmth of that need bathing her...she dances for the Warrior, presenting her body to Him, her movements flowing with sensual smoothness as she tries to show Him she longs to fill His days and nights with pleasure....
* brook{PG} moves with the music, gestering her desire to cook for Him, to feed Him, to tend to all His desires...she moves with flowing deliberateness as she dances her dance...her tanned skin glistening with sweat...then thru her reverie, hears a higher bid coming from the wealthy old Master...
* brook{PG} feels her heart stop, frightened with fear of the old Master out bidding the Warrior...she hears the auctioneers voice ringing in her ears as he calls the last call for her when she hears him being interrupted.....a higher bid coming from the back of the large room....
* brook{PG} whirls to see who owns the deep voice, and spotts an Assassin...His hooded cape pulled tight, hiding his face...His bid being the one that saved her from the old Master...now feeling herself torn between the relief of the save and the Fear of the Killer with much Gold...
* brook{PG} turns to face the Assassin...seeing the Blackness of His long cape...seeing the Power that is His...seeing herself pleasing Him fully...His stance was chilling and she felt her very life hinged on pleasing Him...her body trembled as her eyes caught His gaze.....but as she looked, she saw His dark eyes smiling to her...smiling with Warmth...
* brook{PG} feels the Power of the Killer, and she begins to dance...she moves with the music, letting her passion guide her body, dancing her very soul to Him, compelled to please Him and become His property...the bids rise around her as the old Master and the Warrior are forgotten...she dances her heart out in front of the Assassin...feeling her slavery and dancing her passion to be owned by Him...
* brook{PG} feels her soul crying out to Him as her body moves with sensual need, basking in His presence as she feels the Warmth of His eyes carress her...her shoulders and hips moving in a seductive counterrhythm as her hands glide over her smooth body...her mind lost to everything but pleasing Him and to feel His warmth and His use of her...she feels her heart fluttering under her breasts and her complete submission to His Will...
* brook{PG} 's hands run over her moist body, outlining the fullness of her breasts, caressing the soft flesh passionately...lightly teasing the dark tips with her fingers as she moves with the music, her hands glide down to her hips, playing over the curves of them...her passion raging as her need takes her body over....
* brook{PG} 's weakened legs bring her to her knees, her body trembling and soul enflamed as she spreads her thighs wide, showing Him her fire...her moist swollen slave-heat, wanting Him to see her passion, her need to be wanted by Him.....
* brook{PG} lowers her body to the ground, falling face forward in front of the Killer, totally spent, her body drenched in her impassioned sweat and consumed by her need and submission to Him, as the auctioneer closes the bid.......she smiles......and barely notices his words..........."Sold to the Assassin!"
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brook{PG}
loved dancing for her Master and His Lovely Lady TERA with a passion. She has put a couple
of her dances here for your pleasure. She hopes you enjoy watching them as much as she
enjoys dancing them!!