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Nov 21, 2010 2:27:06 GMT -5
Post by adreannaTal{fb} on Nov 21, 2010 2:27:06 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]adreannaTal{fb}[/glow]
personal pleasure slave Owned by:
TalonClaw 9/22/10 resubmitted 11/20/10 {fb}tags 11/20/10 resubmitted 5/26/11
Home:
Trappers Lodge
Height:
5'6 1/2"
Weight:
120lbs.
Eyes:
dark chocolate
Hair:
long straight ebony
Restrictions:
permission from my Master must be Granted to use this girl[/color] may be punished by any Free if displeasing, short of maiming, permanent marks or death may not accept food or gifts only practice TB & will honour TB only Markings: tattoo from middle of belly around her left hip to middle of her back by former Master...Randale ( date unknown ) both ears pierced with simple silver hoops from birth ( date unknown ) JEWELED with heart shaped rubbies braclet earings belly ring and toe ring silver belly chain by Jarl Tavion brand kef branded on high inner right thigh by TalonClaw 10/26/10 Assets: can read write dance and pleasure men Slave Wine: given 9/21/10 5/3/11[/size][/center]
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Nov 21, 2010 2:47:41 GMT -5
Post by adreannaTal{fb} on Nov 21, 2010 2:47:41 GMT -5
Waters Edge Outlaw Camp near the tree line of the Clearchus Forest close to the Sadar Mountains a small tattered beat up wagon semi hidden in the thickets near the stream its an abandon wagon of the Merchant Randale on his way to the Sardar Fair....
was the home of adreanna untill a Hunter offered her to stay in his home....
I was born over 20 years ago on this planet we call Gor. My father was a rich Merchant traveling from city to city to barter his wares. My mother was a red savage slave he had purchased in one of the cities.. Over time my father began to fall in love with my mother. Over time my father released my mother to become his FC. .
Over the first year of Free Companionship my mother became pregnant with twins. My father had been hoping for two boys when He heard the news of twins from the Physician. But instead of two boys he only got one, and me. Furious my father stormed out of the Physician's office. A few hours later my father came storming back into the Physicians office to where my mother was. An unknown man stands behind him at the doorway. The mysterious man whose face was dark and hidden from view by his hood drawn over his head. My father reached down and picked me up, by my arm. I began to squall at the sudden removal from my bed and handed me to the man in the doorway. The man in the doorway held me up in the air as I cried he then pulled out a small sack of coins paying my father for me. Father caring not so much about the amount of money for he had plenty...he just wanted rid of me. He turned carryed me wrapped inside his tunic out the door into the Gorean night. Later in life I learned my father sold me into slavery because he did not want any daughters.
The man that bought me in time became my Master and named me adreanna. I learned how to please him in every way. I always wondered why my skin color and size were so different than the other girls. Why was I lighter skin, with dark eyes? Why did my body's features look different then the other's my cheekbones slightly higher than theirs, my arms and legs a bit longer and more slender? I wondered where I came from. But my Master told me my past was of no importance. My Master was kind to me, he would come in from sparing in the arena and sit down, as I would take off his boots and rub his feet. He would talk with me teaching me how to read and write dance and the art of pleasuring men. He preferred his slaves to be intelligent. He gave me many bangles, jewlery, hair decorations to adorn my flesh and hair with.. he loved me to look as beautiful as my smile. He also had a tattoo placed on my stomache reaching to my left hip marking me. It reads to this day...."Practice becomes firmly grounded when continued for a long time, without interruption and with reverent devotion."
Days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, the months into years. I know at least 20 some years had pasted that I could remember of my life, as his slave. My Master decided to head to the Sadar Fair, we left in his wagon. But on the road the wagon was attacked. My Master told me to run far away from there, to keep running till I could run no more. Keep from being captured if I could till he came to find me. I looked at him for the first time.. into his soft green eyes; their calm look assured me that he would find me again. Then he turned and rushed out to do battle with the attackers. Scared yet knowing I must obey, I hurried through the fight being careful to move through the chaos without being noticed. Fear rose in my body, as I wonder where to run and hide in this world. With his words still in my head I ran down the hillside, searching the open field for somewhere to hide.
How will my Master find me after I ran this far from the attack? Why haven't I heard him coming for me yet? was my thoughts. Hearing noises I moved closer to the tree line and hide up a tree. The men suddenly upon me with their kailia's I stayed silent in the tree so not to be found. The men looked at each other before the left and talked. My ears picked up some of what they said. I hear that the man still on kailia's back had killed my Master in the fight. I bite my lip tears streamed down my cheeks as his words hit me. A man that I loved and cherished, who fed, cared, taught, and trained me to be a good kajira has been killed at the hands of this man. . My hand caressed the leather collar about my neck. I look up to see the men on kailia back moving away from the forests once more and back towards where they came from.
I then turned my attention to the forests. Praying and hoping that I could survive. Moving about the forest quietly and swiftly I retraced my tracks all the while. I continue on my solitary trek,back to my Masters Wagon to where I reside now...it's a little rundown abandoned wagon but mainly lonely since my Master is gone and she is alone having no home to return to.
Finding a sharp stone that laid near the ground by the wagon, I slide its sharp side flatly against my neck, knowing when I turn it I may cut my throat a bit but I knew the collar must come off if I was to survive. I turned the stone carefully along the left side of my neck so the sharp side did not come in contact with any major arteries. And pulled it away from my face and sliced through the leather allowing the collar to fall upon my right shoulder as it moved from my neck. Tears rolled down my cheek at the lost of my Master.
I can only now look to the future....in hopes another kind Master will find me... and girl be pleasing enough to be HIS....
one evening...as I was sitting on the wagon steps a Hunter named Talonclaw came upon the camp....he showed his kindness and offered her food and drink and also a place for her to reside untill her furture was figured out after hearing her story....he took her to his Lodge...Inow reside at Trappers Lodge.
in his Lodge on 9/22/10 is where I knelt at his feet in submission and beged his personal collar...he granted my plea makeing me his personal plesure slave....clasping his steel around my bare neck her future now in Talonclaws hands.....7 months passed TalonClaw was hunting more and more and one day never returned I waited and waited and he nay showed or sent word to me of his where abouts...
3 1/2 weeks past the Waters Edge Camp began to fill up with OUTLAWS I had one of them remove my collar for abandonment and before one could collar me I took to the roads to find a City that may be in need of a good slave I hitched rides with some OUTRIDERS who dropped me off at the PORT near Bazi to where I snuck up on a Blacksmith banging steel I caught the eye of him and begged his collar him nameing me lilsneakT he adored me was kind to me and bejeweled me with rubies..
he loved me so he had to uncollar me for he nay wished to hate me down the line so he removed my collar gave me a satchel full of supplies has his sleen Tennuck follow his kailia Annuck for protection that took me back to the CAMP to which I came before she climbed atop the kailia he adorned me with a new name *icey*ps the ps for pleasure slave my eyes filled with tears her heart heavy for she loved him so
I now resides in WATERS EDGE OUTLAW CAMP awaiting my next adventure
one night while stiring the embers listening to the OUTLAWS plan thier next raid the familar face of TalonClaw entered the camp to which he came after what rightfully belonged to him ...he having heard where I was he required about me Mel telling him I was free to go with him if he wished me back...he took me back to his camp to where I resubmitted to him ...him nameing me once again adreaTal....
I am home with my Master and my sister slut...where we all belong what happens now is once again in the hands of TalonClaw
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Dec 30, 2010 10:12:37 GMT -5
Post by adreannaTal{fb} on Dec 30, 2010 10:12:37 GMT -5
adreanna has been in GOR since yahoo days 10 years...then moved to gcn mIRC pal palace voodoo...some places she did not like,...she is self trained gor...she never really wanted to be fb but finds her self when she is collared to homes they see her for who she is and what she can do so she accepts this and becomes the fbm/fg of homes ...she loves to write...so scribeing could be fun she always wishes to be collard to a strong Master and be his personal pleasure slave her desires are to serve and be pleaseing kneeling at the foot of MAN
adreanna is a new slave character with really no past meaing no other name but adreanna...her story reads that her Master (Randale was killed in a raid)...only a future was to look fdorward to which now lays in the hands of her Master him bringing her to his Lodge when he found her and she willingly submitted to him and also resubmitted to him ..she knows how to read and write and has a vask knowlege of GOR..so her former Master taught her well...she can serve both north and south....her frame was marked with a tattoo ..then now on her right high inner thigh with the kef from her Master...she sketches and paint pictures of people who come visit maybe Master can sell her photos for coinage...looks forward to helping his home flourish as much as possible...training her sisters to be all they can be..and serving to please her Master
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