I roleplay in Second Life every now and then, under a few different names. If you want to look me up, all you need do is ask. The following is a story I wrote one night, when I was the only one on the sim, with nothing better to do.
Sitting where she can watch the village, Charlee Kaligawa sets her bow beside her and pulls a small, tattered looking book and a small stick of charcoal from her bag. Looking up to the stars, her hand begins to guide the charcoal on the parchment, beautiful lines transposing her innermost thoughts into words on the paper. Will anyone but her be able to read these words? Unless they know her Earthen langauge, she doubts it.
This world is strange to me still, and yet, I have seen 3 years here, first from slave, to Free, then to a wild woman, a Panther, as we are called here. I miss my home, Earth, but Gor has become like my home. It is difficult, being able to fight with the sword as I knew then, but the gravity here makes me weaker than I would be on Earth. I have had to learn instead to use my bow, and my charm, as opposed to the tip of my fathers sword. Oh! How I miss him! If it hadn't have been for those blasted outlaws, he would never have died and still I'd have my family. I was never able to find them, the outlaws. Africa was much larger, and hotter, than I had anticipated. The scorching sun took me prisoner, and when I awoke, I was here, being cared for by a strange young woman that very much resembled my sister. My head was heavy, and I found it difficult to move my neck, constricted by a cold band of steel. Then HE came into my sights, the outlaw I had known to kill my parents! "They were only missionaries!" I screamed at him, but he only laughed at me as he struck me across the face. 'A slave will only be heard if her Master chooses for her to be heard! Shut it, slut!" He retorts, before picking me up by my collar. "This is henna," he motions to the girl... "she is my First Girl. She will help you learn what you need to know, and the next time I call on you, I expect you to be ready, Beast." He spits the word at me, looking down on me as if I'm nothing more than a bug on his shoe. He turns to leave the room, and Henna approaches, whispering softly to me... "Master would kill me if i ever showed such insolence as you have. You will quickly learn, girl, that it is He who chooses if you live or die." I stare at her blindly, unaware of what is happening, my brain only registering that my body is naked, and I am shivering, from both the chill, and pure, unadulterated Fear. "W-w-where am-m-m-m I-I-I?" I manage to stammer out, my teeth clattering together as I struggle to find my voice. Henna then proceeds to sit with me, long into the night and tell me about Gor, amidst the chattering and bustling of "Masters" other slaves. I ask her as I try to listen and watch, why is she not as busy as they? She informs me that although she is a slave as well, He has informed her that she will focus on teaching and training me, and that she is not permitted to do any other duties unless it is required to train me into becoming a kajira.
Charlee places her charcoal stick and book to the side, then leans forward and hoists herself to stand, stretching her stiff muscles as she smiles to herself, thinking of her arrival on Gor. After stretching for a few minutes, she sits and continues to write...
After many weeks of being taught by henna, the so-called Master called on me to serve him, to see how I was coming along. Frightened by his harshness from before, broken by the collar, I have succumbed to him, eager to please him in the hopes that I shall be rewarded. After I open myself to his touch, he looks me over, demanding me into various positions I would have never thought possible at home. After nigh an hour of inspecting me, he proudly declares that I am ready, where he leashes me and pulls a hood over my face, pulling me behind him for some distance. "Nadu, Beast!" He exclaims, and i promptly stop and kneel, my knees wide apart, baring my open womanhood for any to gaze upon, my back straight, shoulders slightly back, enough to expose my voluptious chest, my hands just above my thighs, palms pointed upwards. He lifts the hood, my eyes blinded temporarily by the sun, before I am able to see another man standing next to him. "She is a fine specimen, very beautiful, and quick to obey,"
Charlee looks up and sees her En coming to the camp, she stands and puts her book and charcoal stick away for the time being, thinking she will write more later.
Resting her weary ass back on the ground, Charlee shakes her head as her mind clouds with thoughts, she places her bow to her side once again and pulls her book and charcoal from her pouch, then flips to the last page she wrote in and reads the previous passage to see where she left off...
As I listened to the Masters talk, I came to realize I would not be with the murderous outlaw much longer. My leash was handed to this new Master, and I was told his name, Raiko. "What is your name, girl?" His query shocked me, and all I could answer was "Master called this one only by Beast, Master" "What is the name you were given upon birth, girl!" His voice was raised, and I flinched on my knees, the concrete biting my legs in the cool air. "C-C-Charlee, Master! This girl is Charlee!" He smiled then, relaxing his body as his strong hands reached forward, his posture slightly bent as he took my face into his hands, pulling me to my feet in a warm embrace. "Welcome home, mine charlee" Master Raiko was good to me. He took me to his mercenary camp in the Tahari desert, where I learned more of being a kajira, and in time, I became his First Girl, just as henna had been with the outlaw. In my time with Raiko, I learned that my sister had also been hunted by the same outlaw who had murdered my parents and hunted me, and also brought to this harsh realm. She, too, had been sold to Raiko, and we were again united, happy in our finding each other. After some time, Lera became unhappy with Raiko, and she disappeared, the only trace of her being the broken collar, lying on her pillow when we awoke in the morning. Mad with heartbreak again, my training backslid, and I bit a Master. Realzing my unhappiness, I begged Raiko to be freed of slavery, but remained in the camp, to become a Black Dagger Mercenary. I had learnt to use the bow, and became the Scribe of my beloved Black Daggers, being one of the few literate ones and having learned the Gorean language so acutely. I hid my bow, to hide the temptation of raiding, of hunting the outlaw in my insane vengeance, and only picked it up if the camp needed defending. After some time outside the collar, I began to realize I missed being at Raiko's heel, and awaited him in his chambers one day. Dressed in his favourite silks, on my knees, my arms above my head and my wrists crossed, I implored him, "Your girl has been mistaken, my Master! Will You accept a tortured soul back to Your chain?" Of course, Raiko happily obliged, placing my old collar around my neck, once again welcoming me "home". It took me many moons to understand why he welcomed me home, until he had taken a Free Companion. It was then that I realized, through my love for him, that my home was at his feet. There I heeled, until a time came when he was busy with His love, and His other slaves, and I was again sold. This time to a Master named Ron. Ron was sweet to me, but he wasn't everything I wanted. While we spent much time together, it didn't seem enough to sate my hunger for action, and I soon left Master Ron, upon mutual agreement. I travelled the lands alone, donned in a cloak and an old, tattered dress, with a broken bow on my back and a dull dagger on my thigh. I came to the land of Siba, and there met a very dirty, yet friendly panther girl. She reminded me of someone I once knew, although I could not, for the life of me, figure out who. As I tracked her, watching with curiousity, I realized this is the life for me! She saw me, and approached me, offering me food and shelter from the weather, and the opportunity to hunt with her and her sisters. I was taking to Valkyrie Panther camp, clothed in pelts, and gifted a good bow and a sharpening rock, which I used to sharpen my dagger. As I hunted with my new found sisters, I learned that the Huntress who brought me here was called Lera. I could not believe my luck. Had the Priest Kings taken pity on me? Indeed she was my long lost sister, wild in her ways and tamable by no man, but she was my blood, my kin. Running with her and my new family, we fought many a foe, and seen many a battle. We have shared heartbreak, happiness, pain and laughter. Although we may not necessarily agree, we are true to ourselves and to each other.
My sisters call me Char, and although I am human, of Earthen blood, I am a Valkyrie Panther, and the continent of Siba, on the planet of Gor, is my home. I have finally found where I belong!
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