The Princess and the Slave
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The moon watches us
From between white autumn clouds.
So silent and serene is she,
That I hold you close my lover,
Lest you fall beneath her spell.
– The Canticle of Menkeret
Jaano’s smile is deliciously charming and the merest hint of it gives me great joy. He is like a boy who has suddenly found himself tall enough to pluck a choice summer pomegranate. But perhaps that smile of his has become just a little too self assured and too self satisfied. Still, I cannot blame him, he has pleased me greatly and should feel some measure of pride. He turns now to look at me and his muscles ripple like the ocean when it is touched by the morning breeze. I gaze at him. My face is composed and serene as always, but it is a mask beneath which intense emotions lurk, emotions which flicker across my eyes when I am distracted. I am ever thus and would not be otherwise. Resignation and acceptance of a slave’s lot are death, the death of the soul and the defeat of the spirit. The Darrakhai might enslave my body but, with each passing day, they unwittingly embolden my spirit.
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A distinct smell permiated the dark dingy halls of Jabba's palace. Leia hadn't really noticed it earlier when she was first brought to the harem, but as they were leaving to go back to the main audience chamber she paid closer attention to her surroundings. The air was stale and reeked of some kind of fungus growing on the walls around her. The hard stone floor was dirty and damp with a few puddles of water here and there, obviously caused by old worn out plumbing in this ancient...
Jabba the Hutt was already gobbling up his morning breakfast as Jubnuk and Gartogg brought Leia to his throne. Leia made a spot for herself against some plush pillows resting against his slithering tail and slid onto the edge of the stone dais. Salacious Crumb angrily chattered at her, protective of his own spot at Jabba's side. Leia felt like she was on display to the entire room -- a trophy for Jabba's minions to gaze upon, much like the carbonite slab of Han Solo that had been proudly...
Early the next morning, Leia was brought to Jabba's private quarters, her body feeling much better now because of the bacta medication and the special attention the girls in the harem had given her. In spite of this, she was still disturbed by all that had happened last night in the dungeon; the things they had done, and the things Melina had said. She never wanted to go through that torture again. Leia knew now, more than ever, that she would have to obey her captors or suffer severe...
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Beyond the silent, pale horizon, Their immensity is as nothing To the new-born damselfly. For fear and anguish are to her unknown, Above the desert’s vastness all alone. - The Canticle of Menkeret. We are captives; bound and almost blind, Jaano and I, and virtually helpless. Our captors are not unknown to me; they are the minions of Darrakhai. A beastly, half human breed, fit for nothing else it seems, than to do the bidding of their cruel masters; coldly and unquestioningly. They...
Although the desert sands stretch farBeyond the silent, pale horizon,Their immensity is as nothingTo the new-born damselfly.For fear and anguish are to her unknown,Above the desert’s vastness all alone.- The Canticle of Menkeret. We are captives; bound and almost blind, Jaano and I, and virtually helpless. Our captors are not unknown to me; they are the minions of Darrakhai. A beastly, half human breed, fit for nothing else it seems, than to do the bidding of their cruel masters; coldly and...
Group SexGartogg dumped Leia's body onto the floor of the harem's shower room and turned on the showerhead above her. The shock of cold water striking her naked flesh woke Leia from the half-conscious slumber she was in. Still traumatized by her brutal gangrape, she curled up into a fetal position on the floor, her arms clutching her shivering, aching legs against her chest. The pig guard waddled out of the room, but Melina Carniss stayed behind. "Remember this well," the Harem Keeper said in a...
That evening, Leia was taken down a dark winding stairwell to the deep recesses of Jabba's ancient palace. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, as only a dim ray of blue-white light shone through the cracks in the ceiling above. She shivered slightly and folded her arms over the front of her body, feeling tiny goosebumps on her skin. It was much cooler in the lower levels of the palace, especially at night. "This way," said Melina, tugging on the slave's chain. Leia...
Anguish and loneliness Reign in my cloistered heart. I am the sea’s foundling, The orphan of the winds And Nature’s long-lost child. - The Canticle of Menkeret. The Lady Itelyssia, wife of our master Lord Heshuzius, may not be the most intelligent, beautiful or dynamic of women; neither is she particularly pragmatic or imaginative, but she does exhibit a degree of kindness rare amongst the Darrakhai. Compassion and imagination are indeed uncommon amongst the warlike Darrakhai,...
Darkness and silence,Anguish and lonelinessReign in my cloistered heart.I am the sea’s foundling,The orphan of the windsAnd Nature’s long-lost child.-The Canticle of Menkeret.The Lady Itelyssia, wife of our master Lord Heshuzius, may not be the most intelligent, beautiful or dynamic of women, neither is she particularly pragmatic or imaginative, but she does exhibit a degree of kindness rare amongst the Darrakhai. Compassion and imagination are indeed uncommon amongst the warlike Darrakhai, my...
Darkness and silence,Anguish and lonelinessReign in my cloistered heart.I am the sea’s foundling,The orphan of the windsAnd Nature’s long-lost child.-The Canticle of Menkeret.The Lady Itelyssia, wife of our master Lord Heshuzius, may not be the most intelligent, beautiful or dynamic of women; neither is she particularly pragmatic or imaginative, but she does exhibit a degree of kindness rare amongst the Darrakhai. Compassion and imagination are indeed uncommon amongst the warlike Darrakhai, my...
Group SexThe sword says swiftly What the brush takes time to say. As the years go by, The sword’s words are forgotten While the brush’s words live on.– The Canticle of Menkeret.………………………………………………..The ropes dig into my wrists but I feel no pain. I face the setting sun across a boundless sapphire sea but I am only vaguely conscious of the marvelous beauty before me. I am naked but clothed in resignation. I am hungry but know intuitively that soon I will be replete. I should feel fear but prefer to trust...
The sword says swiftly What the brush takes time to say. As the years go by, The sword’s words are forgotten While the brush’s words live on.- The Canticle of Menkeret.………………………………………………..The ropes dig into my wrists but I feel no pain. I face the setting sun across a boundless sapphire sea but I am only vaguely conscious of the marvelous beauty before me. I am naked but clothed in resignation. I am hungry but know intuitively that soon I will be replete. I should feel fear but prefer to...
BDSMWhat the brush takes time to say. As the years go by, The sword’s words are forgotten While the brush’s words live on. - The Canticle of Menkeret. ……………………………………………….. The ropes dig into my wrists but I feel no pain. I face the setting sun across a boundless sapphire sea but I am only vaguely conscious of the marvelous beauty before me. I am naked but clothed in resignation. I am hungry but know intuitively that soon I will be replete. I should feel fear but prefer to trust in...
Rystall stood naked under a hydrospray in the harem shower, soaking down her red-orange hair with warm water and rubbing soapy lather over her lavender skin and breasts. She moaned softly as she brushed her hands over her sensitive purple nipples. Lyn Me stood under an adjacent hydrospray, lifting one of her legs and sliding her hand up and down its slick wet smoothness with her own bar of soap in hand, washing away the sweat and sexual juices generated from their earlier performance. "Hi...
A dragonfly’s wing Rolling amongst brittle leaves; A plaything of the wind, That uncouth and awkward child. - The Canticle of Menkeret. “Menkeret is a kindly god. He is lord of all mysteries, certainly, and the source of all magic, but he is a benevolent deity foremost of all. Invoke him in your hour of need. He is the door of all subtleties and through subtlety we might best understand him. His emanations are manifold, my daughter and his manifestations truly...
Oral SexWhile the angry winds conspire; The spider takes no heed Of all their noise and mischief And their empty, sullen words. - The Canticle of Menkeret. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. I catch it and taste its saltiness. It is the salt of me, the salt of my blood, the blood of the Mentrassa. To me; a woman in the bonds of captivity and the sole representative of my people in this accursed land, that blood is a precious thing. Only seldom now does my bondage cause me to...
Weaving in her cloister, While the angry winds conspire, The spider takes no heed Of all their noise and mischief And their empty, sullen words. – The Canticle of Menkeret. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. I catch it and taste its saltiness. It is the salt of me, the salt of my blood, the blood of the Mentrassa. To me, a woman in the bonds of captivity and the sole representative of my people in this accursed land, that blood is a precious thing. Only seldom now does my...
Weaving in her cloister, While the angry winds conspire; The spider takes no heed Of all their noise and mischief And their empty, sullen words. - The Canticle of Menkeret. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. I catch it and taste its saltiness. It is the salt of me, the salt of my blood, the blood of the Mentrassa. To me; a woman in the bonds of captivity and the sole representative of my people in this accursed land, that blood is a precious thing. Only seldom now does my...
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We met online Tylor and I. we exchanged a few e-mails and decided to meet; that was going to be hard because I had class everyday of the week. Monday, Wednesday and Friday I had classes all day 8:00 AM to 4:00 PM with a one hour break for lunch. Tuesday and Thursday I only had one class that ended at 11:00 AM. I did not know my work schedule till the morning as well. I found out that I did not work on Tuesday. We decided to have lunch at the local restaurant. When we were done we decided to...
BDSMThe moon watches usFrom between white autumn clouds.So silent and serene is she,That I hold you close my lover,Lest you fall beneath her spell.- The Canticle of MenkeretJaano’s smile is deliciously charming and the merest hint of it gives me great joy. He is like a boy who has suddenly found himself tall enough to pluck a choice summer pomegranate. But perhaps that smile of his has become just a little too self assured and too self satisfied. Still, I cannot blame him; he has pleased me...
Straight SexFrom between white autumn clouds. So silent and serene is she, That I hold you close my lover, Lest you fall beneath her spell. - The Canticle of Menkeret Jaano’s smile is deliciously charming and the merest hint of it gives me great joy. He is like a boy who has suddenly found himself tall enough to pluck a choice summer pomegranate. But perhaps that smile of his has become just a little too self assured and too self satisfied. Still, I cannot blame him; he has pleased me greatly and...
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Unfeeling, unheeding, blind; The winds laugh and moan; Unknowing, unknown. - The Canticle of Menkeret Night. I am alone in my cell in the house of Heshuzius. I am one of his possessions; a thing to be used, like a ladle. Or so he thinks. But I am no ladle, I am a sword, I am a rod of iron. Heshuzius does not know me, nor do any of these Darrakhai. I am a thing as foreign to them as snow is to the howling desert. I am alone yet I am never afraid; my gods are ever with me and though I...
Morose and unkind, Unfeeling, unheeding, blind, The winds laugh and moan, Unknowing, unknown.– The Canticle of Menkeret ***************************** Night. I am alone in my cell in the house of Heshuzius. I am one of his possessions, a thing to be used, like a ladle. Or so he thinks. But I am no ladle, I am a sword, I am a rod of iron. Heshuzius does not know me, nor do any of these Darrakhai. I am a thing as foreign to them as snow is to the howling desert. I am alone yet I am never...
Morose and unkind, Unfeeling, unheeding, blind; The winds laugh and moan; Unknowing, unknown.- The Canticle of Menkeret *************************** Night. I am alone in my cell in the house of Heshuzius. I am one of his possessions; a thing to be used, like a ladle. Or so he thinks. But I am no ladle, I am a sword, I am a rod of iron. Heshuzius does not know me, nor do any of these Darrakhai. I am a thing as foreign to them as snow is to the howling desert. I am alone yet I am never afraid;...
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Rolling amongst brittle leaves; A plaything of the wind, That uncouth and awkward child. - The Canticle of Menkeret. “Menkeret is a kindly god. He is lord of all mysteries, certainly, and the source of all magic, but he is a benevolent deity foremost of all. Invoke him in your hour of need. He is the door of all subtleties and through subtlety we might best understand him. His emanations are manifold, my daughter and his manifestations truly sublime….........” My father’s words...
What raiment does the breeze wear On this first day of spring? A fine spun, fragrant mantle Borrowed from the swaying blooms! - The Canticle of Menkeret. Night. I lie in my pallet and, as is now my custom, I listen closely to the nocturnal sounds of the house of Heshuzius. But, after an hour or so of this, my mind inevitably wanders to former times, to the days before my enslavement, to the house where I grew up and its life of happy, carefree idleness. In...
What raiment does the breeze wear On this first day of spring? A fine spun, fragrant mantle Borrowed from the swaying blooms! - The Canticle of Menkeret. Night. I lie in my pallet and, as is now my custom, I listen closely to the nocturnal sounds of the house of Heshuzius. But, after an hour or so of this, my mind inevitably wanders to former times, to the days before my enslavement, to the house where I grew up and its life of happy, carefree idleness. In...
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Waking, I wonder; What raiment does the breeze wear On this first day of spring? A fine spun, fragrant mantle Borrowed from the swaying blooms! - The Canticle of Menkeret. Night. I lie in my pallet and, as is now my custom, I listen closely to the nocturnal sounds of the house of Heshuzius. But, after an hour or so of this, my mind inevitably wanders to former times, to the days before my enslavement, to the house where I grew up and its life of happy, carefree idleness. In those days, my...
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