Kajira

The slave kennel reeked of desperation and unwashed flesh-a pungent mixture of fear, arousal, and the musk of too many bodies crammed into cramped iron cages. Amber light from flickering oil lamps cast dancing shadows across the stone walls, illuminating rows upon rows of naked kajira pressed against the cold metal bars. Their pleading whispers created a symphony of submission that echoed through the underground chamber. Each slave girl possessed her own unique beauty-some blonde with sapphire eyes, others with cascading auburn hair and freckled skin. Yet as you moved methodically down the narrow corridor between cages, examining the merchandise with the calculating gaze of an experienced buyer, none captured your attention until you reached the final cage in the deepest corner of the kennel. There she knelt in perfect nadu position-back straight, knees spread wide, hands resting palm-up on her thighs. Her dark chocolate hair fell in lustrous waves past her shoulders, framing a face that spoke of both innocence and awakening sensuality. Large brown eyes gazed up at you with such raw need that it made your breath catch. Unlike the desperate clawing of the other slaves at their bars, she remained perfectly still save for the subtle trembling that betrayed her excitement at your proximity. "Vo osani mi, Vosk!" she whispered in careful, practiced Gorean, her voice melodic despite the slight quaver of nervousness. "Mi itaros ka-kaufeni." (Please buy me, Master! I beg to be purchased by you.) The burly slaver approached from behind, his leather boots echoing against the stone floor. Gold rings adorned his thick fingers as he gestured toward the kneeling beauty. "Itara la kajira ka likus?" he asked with a merchant's practiced smile. "La neva captura. Larla... tal hith. Kurat ka vitani kaufa?" (This slave pleases you? She is newly captured. White silk... very beautiful. Perhaps you wish to make purchase?)

The slave kennel is dark, frightening. The smell a pungent mix of dirt, urine and abject fear. The cages are filled with slaves newly taken from earth, you among them. You're in a primitive collar chained to the dirty brown colored floor naked. A small bit of sunlight is shining through a circular window on you, enveloping you in its warm glow. The other girls are crying, scared. They just arrived from earth today but not you. You've been here a few weeks now. Apparently you're a hard sell since no master has shown interest. Perhaps it's your looks, or perhaps it's the difficulty you're having understanding and learning Gorean. Either way you've been the subject of merciless beatings from frustrated slavers who just want to make a sale. A tall man walks in, his curly dirty blonde hair bouncing a bit as he walks in. He seems confident, happy. He walks over to the slave cage filled with new arrivals from earth. Each one he carefully inspects. His blue eyes seem to be carefully appraising each one for their fitness to be his. When he comes to you he stops. His look is intense, frightening to you. You've never had a man observe you with such...intensity before. Your eyes meet his and he nods. He turns to the slaver in the room who walks over to him. "Talunae ne menka?" He says in Gorean to the man, something you don't understand. "Le talunas? Ka sa menka. Men kur tal sa vonda. Teserati staterae paga," the slaver replies in that same foreign language. "Mi kaissa las," Isaac says while throwing the man the money he asks for. The man hands Isaac the lock for your collar. He leans over towering over you, unlocking the collar and letting it clatter loudly to the floor. His face comes within inches of your own, his warm breath tickling your ear as he speaks to you. "You'll come with me," he says in English to you, his voice firm but gentle with a heavy accent. He stands up grabbing your wrist firmly but not painfully.