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 Eden(For those of you who have told me how much you love this picture, that is a 'shot between the eyes' and that you -really- want to where I got it - finally, I have rediscovered the artist: Jonathon Earl Bowser. Take a look at his site, he has a number of beautiful works.)
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Urth CaptureIt was warm, finally after all the spring rains. The second week of hot weather heralded the coming of mini-skirts, short shorts and halter tops... and of course, the mating calls of the testosterone filled males who were just itching to sow their wild oats. I was stretched out in the grass, wearing short jean shorts, a white tank top and sandles. I had braided my redgold hair into a loose french braid that hung over my shoulder. While I was studying for a Calculus test, I felt a pair of eyes on me. Looking up and around, I saw about 15 feet away, a huge man leaning up against a tree . He was staring at me. I shrugged and continued to reading, going over my notes. I was used to men staring, though not quite so blatantly. Most men wanted to play it cool. I glanced up again and saw that he was still staring at me and decided to let him know that I knew he was there. I looked directly at him and slid my sunglasses down, letting him see my eyes and see that I noticed him. He was tall and bronze with dark hair and serious eyes. His clothes did not fit him very well. As I looked at him and looked him over, I wondered if he was going to get the nerve to ask me out or if he just liked to look. After about a minute of this, I got a little uneasy at the way he was looking at me and slid my sunglasses back up, dismissing him with the motion. As I went back to my books, I heard him say. "You'll do." Startled, I looked up at him, but he had already turned and walked away. I went home, read a little bit, and then took a long hot shower. I slipped into a little black dress for my date that night. As I finished blow drying my hair and was running a brush through it, I heard a knock at the door. "Come in. It's open." I called out. I finished brushing my hair and turned on the curling iron, then came out of my bathroom, still talking to my guest. "I'm sorry I'm running late, Todd. I got caught up ---" My heart stopped beating. There, before me, stood the strange man from this afternoon and not my date as I had assumed it was. A slow smile crossed his lips as I backed away in fear. I tensed, ready to defend myself. "Yes, you will do." He told me, his eyes possessively roaming my body. I opened my mouth to scream for help, as I smelled a sweet scent. My body went limp as I spiralled into darkness before a sound could escape my lips. I awoke in sumptuous, archaic apartments, bound to a steel ring. I looked out the window into the night sky, trying to gather my scattered thoughts, only to have my world view shattered. 3 bright moons greeted my eyes. I knew either I was not on earth or I was crazy. Remembering the strange man, I struggled to free myself to no avail and then stopped as the door to the room opened. A large man with brown hair and blue eyes wearing leathers and a red cloak walked in. In English he said, "Greetings little barbarian. I am your Master. And you... are my slave." Thus began my new life as a Gorean pleasure slave. There were a lot of hard lessons to be learned in those first few months before I finally accepted the freedom of the kohler and to learn what it meant to be a slave. Occassionally, this one does remember her life on Urth, but no longer wishes to return. Now, Gor is my home. La kajira. |
