She seems to become someone different in the movement of creamy flesh, distinct transformation from wanton kajira to wild barbarian. There is defiance trilling through her proud form with an insolent shake of crimson ribbons that cascade down the sweet curves of heated flesh. She can feel her slave heart start to quicken, watching as six free men move to stand, long leather thongs dangle from their strong hands. Each pair of unmoving eyes seem to devour her delicious flesh, stalking footfalls echo against the hard floor before reaching out quickly to capture the untamed beast in the girl before them. She screams her fury as beautiful form twists and turns in their grasps, the flare of burnt copper strands teasing down over her ripened hips. An angry flush creeps across her delicate cheeks as she wrenches away from them. "Don't touch me! I am not a slave!!" she screams defiantly.
But then she cries out in shock and outrage as her earthen blouse is roughly torn from her body, lashing out in fury at the men that hold her. Their hands boldly move over velvet skin, stripping her trembling form of every thread that covers luscious curves. "I hate you! Let me GO!" reverberates through the small Inn where she has been brought. She can feel their hands grasp at her body and rebellion flares in the depths of stormy blue eyes, growling angrily as they bind dainty wrists and ankles, her slender neck and narrowed waist with the thongs. As the slack drapes downward, she stabs each man with a heated glare of hate, writhing against their hold upon her even as fresh silver-laden tears spill downward to stain her flushed cheeks. Her cries are answered with rolling laughter; mocking her despair as one by one they test the thongs. A sudden jerk of the leather bites into tender flesh, pulling her trembling limbs in each direction as if she were an exquisite marionette helpless in their control. Her voice is heard throughout the filled Inn, sobbing uncontrollably, as she pleads, "Please ... don't ..."
The captured Earth girl gasps as the rumbling command suddenly pierces her soul ... "DANCE SLUT!" and a rugged Warrior tugs harshly on the thong secured to a dainty wrist. Her unwilling hand is coaxed upward as her ankles begin to turn, invoking the stretch of creamy flesh. A flush creeps upwards as reflexively hardened tawny nipples seem to invite the sweet caress of a pair of lips. She is surrounded ... trapped by their bonds, their gazes stern and unyielding as her succulent hips begin to gyrate in insolent undulation before them. It as if she is floating above, watching in horror as the girl below flexes a ripple of taut muscle beneath the soft yielding flesh of trembling belly. Her lean supple thighs stretch as the music of the cezhar wails softly in the background of her torment
Slender bound wrists cross reflexively above her swaying form, sinuous nude flesh exposed for their appraisal as her head slowly rolls, auburn mane tumbling downward in fire-tinted swirls against her creamy bared flesh. A tug of one thong upon her captured form arches lean muscled back. She gasps as a sudden savage jerk of the thongs bring the dancing girl to tender knees, tiny waist drug back onto the cool floor as her thighs slither blatantly open to display the dewy lips of her exposed sex that bloom moistly blush. Beautiful, wild tresses of crimson hair seem to fan about her exposed form in a pool of molten lava. She cannot help but blush as the betrayal of her own hands tease down trembling form, the thongs directing her every caress, wrists bound tightly even as her own wanton fingertips travel over aching breasts, pinching turgid nipples as the flutes echo lustful cries erupted from parted berry lips. A long tear slips down her flushed cheek as hips thrust upward in succulent offering, unable to control the movements of her body beneath the tutelage of the thongs held within their hands.
