La Kajira Sasha

Naked, uncollared and alone, I explored the markets of Gor.  A Master approached me.  He wanted to collar me.  I let him, although all markets were OOC.  I guess I wondered what it was like to be "forced" into slavery again.  Stupid me.

I had no idea He was a new Master.. fresh from slavery himself until He was released from His collar.  I felt so stupid.  He took me to His home, and then to buy a new collar.  Then I met Wiz, slaver of Tampica.

This clever fool of a Master had a surprise for me.  I had spent one day in His care and then that same night I was sold to the slaver.  I was taken to Tampica as a city slave.  The slaver kept me close.  

I met some of my new sisters.  Trouble on day 3 in Tampica.

We had many adventures, many feats.  We braved other regions and we even lost some of our members to slavery.  Most of them submitted, some were even killed rather than accepted.  Stupid girls.

Our Chieftess had stepped down.  The direction the tribe took soon after made me go off on my own.  I left Kehra Jerag.  I wandered aimlessly alone for weeks, looking for a new tribe, a new home.  I gave up.  I soon stopped logging into SL as much.

I went back to my slave alt.  She would now run from the vamp Master.

My sisters were vicious.  We were attacked often by the local men in Tarnburg.   Those fools.  We defeated them most often except when the Magistrate fought us.  He managed to take me down a lot.  I was his victim.

I had him down to 22% when he downed me.  An arrow stuck in my thigh, he bound me.  His men went after my camp.  I was knocked out cold.  I woke up in a cold damp dungeon, bound wrist and ankle to a cross.  The Magi's voice echoed in my head and I tried to open my eyes; all I saw was blur until he slapped me across my cheek.  My head spun.  I moaned in agony.  My thigh had been tied tightly with rep cloth.  It hurt.  Seems one of my lovely sisters had stolen the homestone.  I Was questioned for hous.

He tortured me badly.  He placed a lit torch directly under me while I was helplessly bound.  It began to burn; I screamed bloody murder while my flesh rawed and reddened.  I was slapped again harder.  He came close and I spat at him.  He grew furious.  His slut knelt there smirking.  I wanted to kill the little beast.  He ordered her away; she looked disheartened as she ascended the stairs and left the dungeon.  I grinned while trying to block the burning between my thick thighs.  He moved the torch slightly away but I could still feel the burning.  I groaned and begged for water.  He splashed my face with some but refused to let me drink.  I was dried out from the inside.  I cried silently.

The Magistrate left and Ilost consciousness again.  It was morning when I awoke; the sun shone a single ray through a crack in the back door and lit up the far corner.  An urt squeaked searching for food.  I was exhausted, but no longer burning.  I heard footsteps on the stairs, I struggles to lift my head; he was coming down and carried another bowl of water himself.  I heard the muffled cries of one of my sisters behind me, locked in a cage.  I shuddered; I knew she had stolen the homestone and would soon be put to death.  I moaned, and he was in front of me then.  He roughly put the bowl to my lips.  I drank slowly, letting it cool and soothe me.  my heat and thighs ached.  I saw a glimmer of his gloved hand and he smirked at me, putting it under my nose.  I smelled myself on Him.  I spat at him and he, in gorean, ordered another man to cut me loose as he left quickly.  

I crawled home, weaponless.

 My kajirus was a handsome beast.  He was well used most every night, or at least every time I saw him  online.  Our time zones were opposite, so at times he wouldn't get online for days.  I soon accosted another boy for my chain.

My sister and I were out shopping at a BDSM market.  There he was.  Right then and there I said to my sister, "Let's get that one."  Of course she agreed.  We ordered the boy to strip.  He was afraid.  He refused, although he did take his shirt off.  I strode up to him and touched his neck gently, letting my long slender fingers linger there, sizing him for a collar.  He had a large neck.  He would look beautiful in a collar.  He was stolen from me by my own sister. 

I let her have him.  He of course, had come to be mine anyway later on.  He spoke with me often, telling me how he was neglected and one day a rival tribe captured him.  I rescued him a few days later, and collared him.  My intent was to keep him, but I tried giving him back to my sister.  She must have gotten poisoned or somethng because she flipped on me and was pissed because somehow, I stole him from her.  She left the tribe and I haven't seen her since.

The boy I called Luc was now mine.  He was well used that night.  The boy had a lot to learn, and I taught him well.  He was to serve all of my sisters in camp.  He was a beauty.  He served well.  

I kept Luc safe in camp.  Little did I know he felt lonely when I would have to go off and fight the males.  I should have let him come along to fight.  He was inexperienced as a fighter.  Luc was captured shortly after.  I dressed as a free woman to try and get him back.  I wanted him back badly.  I never saw him again.

On my alt account, my friend and I became panthers.  We found them in Tarnburg Woods.  Kehra Jerag was their tribe.  They were vicious and skilled with their bows.  They taught us so much.  We underwent extensive training in the woods just outside the city of Tarnburg.  The males (aka Masters) always tried to capture us or take us down with their weapons.  

My one proud moment was when I managed to cap the magistrate by myself.  Twice.  I smiled.  He was the best bowsman in Tarnburg.  Now he would suffer and I was celebrated back at camp.  

The panther girls kept slaves of their own.  Most were kajirus, boy slaves.  The little creatures were so masculine, yet submissive.  They had to be.  Sexy little beasts.  I wanted one.  I got one of my own.

My friend and I went to a sim called Prison Moon, and there he was.  The boy I saw was blond, and his body structured beautifully.  He wore a steel collar around his neck that fit him perfectly.  He was the greeter there.  I wanted that boy badly.  He belonged to a rival tribe.

For my birthday 2 years ago, my friend had collared him and given him to me for a present.  I loved her.  I ravaged him that night.

 I tasted Gor by exploring.  Since I was owned by a master of earth, a vampire at that, He was very strict with me.  I got in serious trouble for leaving His property without permission.  This was still only the beginning of my journey into slavery.  This was my first sip.  I didn't know. The rules were not made up until this point.

The other slavegirl taught me many things.  I was His slave for a few months, until things gone awry.  He became abusive.  I wanted out.  I was scared.  I eventually just waited until He was not online and then I took most of my stuff and got the hell out of His castle.  I muted Him even, too afraid to say I'm gone.  Oh well, a bad experience taught me alot.  No details necessary.  I wanted to see Gor.

At this point, I left Gor and SL and made a new account.  I was on hiatus for months.  My "alt" was a mermaid in some medieval sim, but a few months later the sim was changed into a rental.  I was disappointed, but a friend of mine and I decided to explore Gor.  We became panther girls.

I opened my account in August 2006.  I had a friend from there.com tell me about SL and I was interested.  After an hour of trying to make my character look good enough, I began to explore, but it was difficult at first to move around.  I grew frustrated quickly, and gave up.  It was not until December 2006 that I got back in SL because of this same friend.  He bought me clothes, hair, everything.  He then made me his slave.  He was  not gorean, although the land he owned was shared with another slavegirl who had a Gorean Master.

I was curious.  I had no idea what Gor was, and what it meant to be a slave to men.  This interested me.  I spent tons of time with the slavegirl and we became very good friends.  She taught me the basics of Gor.  She was an excellent slave.  Her Master loved her and she loved him deeply.  I wanted that.  So I became a slave.