It had been late morning when Nilsa had come to fetch the girl, she was dreary, still somewhat asleep, and completely ignoring of Nilsa's pleas to rise. Finally, rubbing her eyes and batting them several times, the room took shape, and Nilsa's words made sense to the young girl.
"Wake sleepy head, you are being requested by Master Drake. Come on girl, get to." A smack across her rear at Nilsa's urging prompted the red head to rise to her knees and then up to bare feet.
After having brushed out her long mane, and adding color to her eyes she walked down the long corridors of the training house. Nilsa was in front of her jabbering on about something. The girl just looked about at the cold stone walls and numerous guards standing at their posts, admiring her as she past. She giggled watching Nilsa's ass move side to side in a swing only kajirae know. The thin red fabric from her collar draped over her shoulders clashed against her deep ebony hair. The girl thought Nilsa a real beauty, but all the girls here were beauties.
Not her though, no this young girl was different, rare. She was a bred exotic, and she was bred specifically for those rare traits she carried. She had overheard, once, the men talking, they had called her mother a "Celt," from the planet Earth, something someone had captured. Most of the beauties of Gor sported deep liver or honey gold manes with dark brown melting pools or sky blue crystals for eyes. Their skin was usually well tanned and glossed from the harsh sun of Gor. This girl could lie out all day and her skin would still be milky white. Her hair was thicker and longer than most, it was a deep red with lighter copper and gold weaving through, and it draped down in soft long waves well down to her knees, always moving in a rhythm of its own. She had a delicate face with a set jaw line and high cheekbones, very dainty and fragile like some fine doll. Set deep into the soft contours of her face were shinning emerald eyes. They would catch the light, whether it would be the sun or the torch, and mystically glow from with in; and from the right angle gold flecks could be seen glimmering with the hues of jade. The young girl was well aware of her differences, and well aware of the lust in men's eyes as she walked by; that and the envy in the other slaves.
Two guards pushed open the heavy doors of Master Drake's office; he sat behind a large ebony desk, looking over scrolls. He lifted his eyes and smiled at the two kneeling before him, "Greetings girls. Sleeping in again red one?"
She laughed at his comment, "girl needs her beauty rest Master."
"From the looks of you, I would say you sleep all day. I called you because I wanted you to know that you will be held for auction at the end of this hand. It is time for you to make me the money I knew you would." Turning to Nilsa, "I want her in the tavern all this week, I want the men to see her and be charmed by her. Cover her with yellow and she may kneel in nadu, but she is NOT to be used. Are we clear?"
"Yes Master." The raven haired beauty answered.
"You have your last dance session today. After, I want you cleaned and ready for tonight. That is all." With a wave of his hand he dismissed the two.
They rose in unison, backed away and then turned quickly leaving him to his business.
"Oh isn't that exciting! You will fetch a high price I am sure."
"Yes, well I guess I always knew this day would come. I've been here so long, I just wasn't sure He would let me go."
"Well I can tell you it was hard for Him, but He has a business to run and a profit to make."
Nilsa turned to the door of the training room; the guards opened the door for them and the red head stepped inside.
"I will collect you later pretty girl." With a turn she was gone down the hall, the girl stood alone, thinking about what her future may hold.
Across the room a door opened slowly, a tall blonde walked in, her lean legs flowing under her red silks moved her gracefully to the center of the training room.
"Come here girl." A soft motion of her finger drew the red head into the room. "This is our last time together; you know every dance there is to know and can carry them out better than some trained for years longer. Today I will ask you to do a free form dance, one with no purpose other than to work your muscles and show your beauty. Remember it is in our dancing that we keep our forms ready for the Men we serve." Turning her back and moving to a side pillar, she waved the two musicians into song.
A tap of her foot with the beat of the taber sent the red head on her mission. It had become so common place for her now to dance on a whim for her trainer, but there had always been a story to tell or steps to follow. To dance to her own heart's delight was foreign.
She led off with her right foot, tapping just the soft purple painted toes against the blue tiles. With each tap her waist would bend and her hip would lift and fall. A gentle thrust of her hip sent her other foot forward following the same motion, as her heart began to feel the rhythms and carry her with the sway of the flute. Her hips danced in small circles and bumps from side to side, a gentle shimmy of her ass, an easy jiggle of her full breasts. Slowly she brought her arms up from her sides, holding them out, little wrists drawing circles and figure eights into the air. Crossing them before her she leaned her head back, arching her slender torso, stretching her ribs and flexing her abs, every inch of her rippled in defined tone. Long tendrils of auburn and gold swung and danced behind her, with a wild swing of her head her mane spun around her and circled up to the sky, like a fire erupting from some angry volcano.
She spun quickly to her left, her leg rising up off the ground toes pointed down and pushed against her thigh, pirouetting over and over again. Her heart pounded as she moved across the tiles, a small body in fluid motion of spins and dips, luscious hips swaying wildly, her passion expressed through her movements. She didn't care that there was only another slave watching her, she would dance the same for her as she would for any man; the girl loved to dance.
Two sharp claps ended the musician's minstrels and the petite girl stopped her beckoning call, she stood still in her wide stance, her right hip thrust out. She looked over to the trainer trying to catch her breath, her body heated and glistening.
"That is enough, girl. I have every faith you will make any Man happy, and you surely put your heart into your workouts." A coy smile on her thin lips, "Go bathe and ready yourself for tonight." With a quick turn the girl walked out the room from the same door she had emerged from.
The red head jumped at Nilsa's voice, "Come now." She offered her hand out and the two departed the training room. She looked over her shoulder; it would probably be the last time she would leave that familiar place.
The corridors of the training house were long and winding; the young girl had spent 18 years of her life here and still would get lost. Guards were lined everywhere keeping a watchful eye on their employers' property. Nilsa and she turned down several halls and then pushed into the slave's bath. The room was beautiful with many windows and wild plants. The walls were painted with pictures of astounding beauties in compromising positions. Painted men on kailla or tarn made her soul scream as they vanquished enemies or hunted larl.
She loved the warm waters of the bath. She stepped down into them, her slender form cutting through the watery glass; hands outreached beside her, dancing on the surface. Dipping low letting the warmth move up every inch of her to her chin, a mass of red floated on the surface and began to slowly encircle her, moving with the small currents in the pool. She stayed there, just relaxing in its gloved warmth. Nilsa sat some soap and towels at the end of the small pool, winked at her, and then turned away; busily going of to tend to some of the other girls.
The kajira dipped her head down under the water. Taking in a deep breath, she stayed submerged for a while. She rose up and pushed her long lashings of hair back from her face. With a fresh cloth she rubbed soap into it, creating a rich lather she then moved along her arms and shoulders, the white of the suds melting into the snowy color of her skin. She moaned softly as she moved the soft cloth over her round globes and down her deep cleavage to her flat sculpted belly. Lifting a slender leg up onto one of the steps she caressed her thighs and calves, moving back up, slowly she caressed her soft petals, moving them gently under the warmth of the cloth and her own fingers, closing her eyes and loosing herself to her touch.
"I don't think kajirae are supposed to pleasure themselves." A bellowing voice rose up.
She quickly dropped her leg and turned her face up to the unknown man standing there. "You should not be here." She stood her ground, looking at him quizzically before lowering her eyes and dipping down into the water again. She turned her back and ignored his presence as she washed her hair, wrapping it up into her small hands.
He watched her with grand fondness; he had never seen such a girl. He smiled wryly as she offered her back to him, pulling up her hair, exposing creamy flesh. When she dipped under the water again he took several steps closer to the pool and lifted her towel into his hands, waiting for her to emerge through the shinning waters.
Under the water she turned and glanced up, he was still there. What was he doing? Why would the guards let him in here? She rose up, pushing the water from her face and moved to the steps, her hips swaying, sending small wakes out from her body. She took the steps with ease, smiling coyly as she saw him open the towel, holding it up for her. She was keenly aware of how she must look, water droplets flowing down her contours and feminine lines. Stepping into it, she turned her back, letting him wrap it around her shoulders; he held it there.
