(author's note - due to so many complaining over the capitalization use and online mannerisms, i have stopped Capping the Free. it really isn't a big deal, just tired of hearing about it.
ALSO...i ain't John Norman, this isn't written as a continuation of his stories...that would be illegal...DUH! This is a storyline of my online life in Gorean chat...don't like it, don't read it. Thanks)
Chapter 4
The week was slow, she spent the first two nights in Turok's chambers; exchanging looks with Keike and listening to him use her. The only gratification she had was that while listening she heard the difference between her time with Turok and his use of Kieke. It made her smile as she slept in the furs. He would always pull Larl into the bed with them after he was finished; she on one side, Kieke on the other. He took turns through the night holding each of the girls.
After the second night, Larl told him how uncomfortable she was and begged to go back to the kennels. Turok was reluctant, he loved having her close and greatly missed having two slaves to share his bed, but he understood.
She spent the rest of the days lounging around the kennels, taking long baths in the grotto and working on her dancing. The bruises were healing nicely, only a few of the bites to her breasts and one yellow mark across her neck remained. At night though, she longed for Dane to return, she would tremble at the thought of him, his force.
Larl had been dancing when Desiree entered, watching her. "You should enter the contest next week. Bet you would win, that would smart Kieke." The tall girl laughed.
"Contest?" Larl looked perplexed, she knew nothing of the sort, didn't even know that girl's would dance to win something.
"Yes, any girl can enter, there is free form and structured. The prize is to sleep in one of the guest rooms for two nights and verr for dinners."
Larl's eyes lit up; she was a good dancer, and being trapped in here she had plenty of time to get ready. "I think I will."
Desiree just smiled as she walked out, she couldn't stand Kieke.
* * *
Trev was excited to hear the new girl would dance. He wanted to see what she had to offer and glad that she felt up to it. That night in the tavern he talked with Turok about it.
"I am excited to see Larl dance. Since you blew so much of my gold she better be good."
Turok looked stunned, "I wasn't aware she would dance. What I mean to say is; I wasn't aware she would in this contest. I am, of course, sure she is an excellent dancer."
Trev looked down at Kieke who could not hide her anger. "Not worried are you little slut? What do you need private chambers for anyway?" He laughed at the thought of Kieke loosing to his new pet.
"Well Turok, I am off to check on Larl before I retire for the night." He rose up and set off to the kennels, pushing open the wooden door, glancing through the small window of bars before entering, smiling at the beast curled in the corner.
She could hear the footfalls of boots, Trev's. She smiled as she rolled over to face him, starting to pull to her knees.
"No, girl, you needn't bother." He took a knee beside her, stroked her long auburn mane, following it as it lay across the dip of her waist and the rounding curve of her hip. He continued to move his hand over her thigh. She purred in contentment.
"I am glad you will dance in three days. I want you to continue to rest here, keep out of the tavern. Practice and make your Owner proud. Is that understood little girl?"
"Aye Master."
"I will notify Savon. I think after the contest, I should finally enjoy my property, don't you?"
A broad smile from full lips, a soft nod as she moaned for him, "ooohhhhh, yes Master."
He stood quickly and left her to her rest. She rolled onto her back and giggled at the thought, her belly burning as she fell to sleep.
* * *
Larl entered the tavern with Savon and two other paga girls. The hall was packed, voices jumbled together as girls sat with their masters, were led around on leash, even two were being used in the open, riding their masters as the men drank their ale and had their enjoyment. The sight was euphoric. One girl had already begun her dance in the pit; the music filled the room and voices hushed as patrons and kajirae focused on her moves. Larl knew her, or rather had seen her before. She belonged to one of the regulars to Steel Dawn.
Larl positioned herself near Trev and close to the sand pit. She watched the lovely dance. The girl gave her all, but it was clear she was not trained in dance, but naked flesh was hot, no matter what it did.
After the girl was finished, she saw Kieke emerge from the crowd and take her place in the sand. With a nod the music started and Kieke began her twisting motions, her need and desire clear and pronounced. Each sinful step called to the eye, a flick of her hips sent the men swooning, on her knees she was pure magic. Larl found it hard to believe that such heat came from a Barbarian. Why did she not show that longing for her own master? Larl looked to Turok and saw him squirming in his chair, adjusting his weight. He too was seeing his old kajira, the one that stirred him. He hoped she would sustain something for the furs tonight.
She collapsed to her knees as the dance ended, her breathing labored; her muscles twitching. Larl smiled at the thought, Kieke had not practiced much, her body was spent from the motions, and it would not be enough for her to win tonight.
A rub to the back of her head and she looked over her shoulder, Trev smiled, "Go on My little dance slut. Show the men what good money brings."
She rose up to her feet, dawned the little zimmers onto her fingers and pulled up the two thin veils to cover her face, only her piercing emeralds shinned above the fabric. She let her little bare feet trail through the soft sands, as she wrapped the larger outer robe around her tiny frame, hiding her sexy curves from their lustful eyes. This is what would win her the contest; holding a man's lust, drawing it out, bringing them to the complete edge and then giving them what they desired, she would manipulate their own emotions to win this dance.
The taber started off, a steady rap that she slowly tapped her painted toes to, popping her hip under the robe, enough so it could be seen, but not enjoyed. She walked slow steady circles around the edge of the sand, moving so close to the men, letting the robe fall open in the front, some of her frame revealed. With a roll of her sculpted shoulders she let the fabric fall down them and off her arms, tossing it to the side, revealing a stunning beauty still covered with layers of shear silks and veils in a variety of hues of purple, pinks, and gold.
Now with her arms freed, she raised them out to her sides and began chiming in with the music, the little zimmers making a sweet "ching" around her as her dainty wrists made circles and beckoned men to come near. Reaching to the small of her back she pulled a tie and released a purple scarf from her hips, flipping it out and away from her body, twirling in wild circles around the pit, the fabric fluttering around her.
As she let that one go and sail away from her to crumple on the sand she was already loosening another pink silk. She took languid steps to a master seated near the edge. Handsome and built, with green eyes that rivaled her own. She let her now bare hips swing, her soft trimmed red curls above her moist heat drawing his eye at first. She tossed out the veil around his head and catching the other end, pulled him nearer to her. It was the coyness in her eyes that did him in, that look that said, "I am yours if you want me, come and take it." When his face was so close to her lush mounds she could feel his heated breath pass through her cleavage, she let go of the veil, leaving it with him and turning sharply away, dipping down to her knees to crawl seductively to the next man she wished to play with, her ass cheeks rolling was the green eyed master's lasting view.
Now all that was left on her were two veils covering her lovely face and pouty lips. There on her knees in the middle of the pit she rolled her body painfully around in slow motion, dipping back, her deep red hair blood streaks in the soft white sands, her abs and ribs strained as she leaned back with the roll, round breasts straining upward with erect nipples. As she came back up and whipped her hair around she released the top veil, bringing it over her sensitive nipples, rubbing it across the hard buds, bringing herself near bliss in her own dance. She tossed it frantically to her side, pushing her thighs out wider as she loosened the last veil, slowly rubbing it down her body, the light gold glistening against her silken ivory flesh. She brought it to her wanting mound and rub softly, not enough to anger any man watching her, enough to tease and make them want her. To show herself as the needy slut she was. Her scent now on the last veil she brought it to her mouth, grasped it in her ruby lips and crawled low to the sands, letting her pink buds drag across the tormenting sands. At Trevs feet she kneeled, a willing slut offering him a treasure which he gladly accepted.
The men called out and beat their fists to their shoulders, the room erupted in calls, girls whooped and squealed. Her breaths were slow and labored but she had plenty more to give.
Several men slapped Trev on his shoulder nodding approval; two stopped and whispered to him. Larl was the last to dance; people began to move out from around the pit and occupy tables and furs, awaiting the decision of the three judges.
The man that Larl had danced for and taunted came up behind her and stroked her hair, he bent down and spoke softly. His voice burned her heart and stung her soul, "It is a shame pretty slut that I must leave early. But I visit here often, and in my next return I want to feel that fire in the furs. I look forward to using you...and using you often."
He grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipple before walking away. She saw the man and Trev exchange friendly glances.
