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CAGE DANCE
(A form of the sa-eela or "dance of the love starved slave girl")

~The sultry refrain rises in the background, the steady beat of a tabor as that of a heart, the rise and fall of a flute hauntingly slides through the melody of the czehar. The City is busy with the bustle of peddlers back and forth to their stalls. Jewelers and fabric sellers hawking their wares as Perfumers allow their scents to waft, mixing with the smell of frying food and ripened fruit under the hot sun. The girl sits in the cage, eyes dark and brooding as she looks out at the passers-by. The Men look down on her with smug and derisive glances, knowing eyes rove the soft and exposed flesh of her sleek, supple body, now curled and shying away in anger and disgust; golden amber eyes flare with words she dare not speak~

~Settling back on slender heels in the cage, amber eyes race over every bar, looking for a way out, the rage evident in her harsh breath as she pulls and tugs, fighting the beat of the music in the air; head held high with long strands of mahogany silk tumbling down her back in wild disarray, eyes flash with dark fire as she looks out between the bars. Dainty hands grip the wooden barriers tightly, knuckles white as she pulls hard, her body taut and heated as she bends back, dark hair pools beneath her as she sways, fighting the deep need coiling hot and liquid like molten lava in her belly~

~A soft mewling growl escapes her lips, her head flips up, dark eyes flash with a desperate unspoken need, body trembles, following the siren call of the music, swaying to an unfelt caress as she watches the Masters outside the cage. Dainty hands slip between the bars, the need to brush against a bit of cloth or leather, the firmness of a thigh, perhaps even the merest near miss of hard Male flesh; the scent of Them heady in her nostrils as she presses desperately against the bars, breasts strain painfully against the solid wood, causing a moan to escape parted desert rose lips at the sweet pressure; her breath quickens as they swell, nipples peaking in mute proof of her building desire and eventual surrender~

~Snapping slender arms back inside the cage, her head shakes in wild denial, NO! she doesn't need Them, she hates Them! What They have made of her!! she throws herself back onto the floor of the cage; her body writhes in both hatred and need in slow thrusting motions quickly quelled as she fights the call to dance. Curling up into a small ball, arms wrapped tightly around herself as she sobs quietly, silent tears spill down her cheeks in silvered tracks; rage mixed with desire races through her, the torment of being locked up and away from them, the object of mockery and derision as They look down on her; the all-knowing smiles cause an agonized cry of both dismissal and plea as she rolls in a small ball of misery on the barren floor~

~Rolling to her belly, curved hips undulate hard against the cold cage floor, a sensual dance to the act of love; trying desperately to quell the burning ache. Hungry hands squeeze aching, heavy breasts as a dark head rolls back; long silken strands veil defiant eyes and cling to flushed cheeks, soft pleading cries emanate as she angrily swipes unruly locks away with the softness of a dainty hand. Fingers flutter like small, lost moths moving toward a beckoning light which compels and frustrates, reaching for a Master. Yelping in pain as her hand is slapped away, drawing back and cradling it against pert, full breasts. Golden amber eyes shoot sparks of purest fire as they glare up at Him, her body languidly starts a sensual enticement of motion~

~The scent of dust rises, unable to mask the Masculine aromas that surround, of her own need rising to mix with them, encircle her in almost a tangible feel. her nostrils flare as she rocks back, soft breasts thrust forward, and fingers slide up in a slow caress, taunting her hungry swaying form as she tries to think of anything but Them! The familiar feel of crisp hair tickling her palms as she rakes her nails up a firmly muscled chest; NO!! she doesn't want to think of that, doesn't want to remember the feel of lips pressed hard against her own, to the memory of herself yielding to the demanding touch of a strong han...NO!!~

~Head shakes in a wild frenzy of defiance and denial, mahogany silk flies savagely around satin shoulders sliding along the silken curve of back, clinging to flushed cheeks and lips as she pants; body sways and hips thrust as the hot coil of need arrows through her like wildfire. Soft keening whines leave parted lips in broken gasps accentuating the music that fills this world wherein she is prisoner; prowling toward the front of the cage, feline on the prowl, body undulates with instinctive flow of seduction; Eyes wide and glowing with amber fire. Sleek arms and supple thighs slip through the bars again as she pleads in supplication~

~Moving with the music that rises and swells under the hot sun, she sways like the lost soul in the grip of an all-compelling sonata. Rocking against the wooden cage, an instrument used by unseen hands, anger drifts away as desperate need takes over. Looking out at the Masters, her eyes beg and plead for the slightest touch, a mere glancing caress; breasts swell as they press against the bars, sending a shaft of heat through her, causing a moan to slip past parted lips as an avid tongue slides over them. Golden eyes close an instant, fluttering open to blazing heat, voice seductive and needy as she begs to be touched, fingers stretch out again, uncaring of the slaps driving them away; Each strike sends a shaft of deeper need through her, fire coils deep and hot in liquid flesh~

~Low whimpering cries fill the air, body presses hard, pleadingly against the cage; knees and arms stretch out, silken flesh begging softly for a touch, yearning fingers grasp at the hands that would strike hers away, clinging almost desperately to a sleeve unceremoniously yanked away with a harsh and taunting laugh, wrapping her in Their spell; the need and hunger rises, the scent of Them roiling through senses kept too long from fulfillment, captivating and entrancing as she sways and thrusts, the feel of strong hands, even striking at her, irresistible. Crying out again, pleas louder, pride vanished.~

~The laughter and smug grins of Those who watch her no longer important. Only the need to feel Them, to catch more than the scent of Them, perhaps to get close enough to taste. The music abruptly ends, need consumes her as she looks up with abandon, body trembles and glows from within with unquenched need; she shakes the bars again, this time in anger for being kept away. The beast in her has awakened, the dance ends as pearly teeth gnash and soft whimpered growls rumble over desert rose lips, eyes both wild and pleading with unspoken promises of delights yet undiscovered~

Miki©

FREEFORM DANCE
(with a few bits of sa-eela thrown in--my, but I sense a trend here?)

~the lone slave wanders slowly around the dance pit, silken mahogany locks ripple down her back in an opaque curtain, the subtle sway of her hips draw the eye as her head lowers and a deep sigh rushes past soft, full lips. her eyes are lowered, deep molten pools of obsidian filled with despair and longing as she pauses, toes of one foot slowly tracing a circle in the soft grains beneath; the jingle of slave bells chiming in the darkness of the night, her arms wrapped about her middle, almost as if in pain. One dainty hand lifts, pushing through the thick, dark hair, and smoothing it away from her moonlit face; the soft glow of the fires casting her into golden shadow, lighting the silvered track of the single tear that slips unheeded down her soft cheek as she tilts her head back to look upon the tri-moons, beseechingly. The haunting melody of a flute starts to fill the night air~

*~*her arms slowly lower to her sides, the silk dancing skirt clings to her full hips and tangles about her legs, the diaphanous strips brushing her calves like that of a Master's caressing hand as her hips start to sway and roll, the flute and drum joined by the lilting song of the czehar; her belly quivering as muscles ripple sensuously, enticingly; willowy arms start a languid spiral from her hips, coursing over the curve of her belly, almost touching as they rise with beckoning need out in front of her begging attention to herself, to see the depth of her desire, of her deep need to be found pleasing, attractive, wanted. her lips purse into a slave's kiss as she tilts her head back, the silken curve of throat lengthening, the fragrant softness of her hair sheeting down to tease her rump, the desperate promise of delight in the gleaming obsidian of her slitted eyes~*~

*~*dainty feet stamp the ground, moving to the heady beat, her hips circle and thrust in ever shortened circles, keeping the rhythm of the tabor, belly firm and quivering as her arms lift high; her shadows following her every move, a derisive mockery of the deep loneliness of the slave begging notice, fearing she is undesirable, unwanted, worthless. her slight body moving with the undisputed urgent need to be touched, her every motion a seduction of the eye as her head turns wildly on her long neck, silken hair flying about her shoulders and back as the tabor picks up speed, her feet beat the sand in time, ankle bells chime in the haunting melody of the flute sliding in and out of the czehar's song on the night air as her shadows trail her feet, her fear a living thing as it follows her every step in the bits of sand flying up to cling to her bedewed calves~*~

*~*her arms a heated spiral of simmering, pleading passion as they lift above her head, the finger cymbals making themselves heard as they suddenly ring clashing out into the mix of the flute and drum, her arms appear boneless as they curl and twine above her, hips circling in quick sinuous motions, almost a being unto themselves; she leans back, shoulders a swaying sweet seduction as breasts lift to the moons, full and swelling beneath the sheer silk covering them. Generous curves begging the touch of a hand, nipples peaked and aroused as the music consumes her, confidence starting to build as she turns and twists to the beat of the drum, the flute turns to a pleading cry as cymbals ring in the night, building the tumult inside her; her shadows racing to catch up, their motions now merely the echo of a wanton, needy slave~*~

*~*The music changes beat, her body shifts, moving faster, now, feet stamping the ground as her hips rock back and forth, shoulders pressing back as her head lifts, obsidian eyes sparkle at the sudden change, bringing her back to the present for an ihn, before she loses herself in it again. Head tossing almost haughtily, the thick locks tangle around her in a wind whipped frenzy as she turns faster, her body a whirl of silks and flying tousled locks, her arms lower to swipe at it and caress the softness, finger cymbals mark her growing joy, the building need; sinking slowly to the sand and rolling, the soft grains cling to her dewed flesh and glint under the fire's light, her body writhes and arches as the music seeps into her like water~ she rolls to her belly and brings her knees up under her, then prowling forward, sinuously, like a larl on the hunt, lithe body sensual promise with back arching and lowering as her head lifts and dark eyes seem to pierce the very air she breathes~*~

*~*a low growl escapes her lips as she feels eyes watching her, dark eyes turn amber while fire blazes to life in her belly, deep need fills her; she rises to her knees and allows herself to lean back, supple form flowing liquid, hands stroke over her in a heated mute plea, soft breasts swell and quiver as she sways; the shadows echoing her motions, appearing to come to life, breathing beings as they mimic her every hungry motion from all sides; dainty fingers dance lightly down her belly to taunt herself quickly, causing a low purring sound to rise from her throat, then quickly slide to her thighs and caress the grains of sand coating them, thighs parting for support as she arches deeply back, hair a thick pool on the sands beneath and behind her, hips thrusting as shoulders roll once more, belly undulating as thighs tense; a soft flush rises along her chest to light her fire kissed cheeks~*~

*~*she lifts her back forward, her head rises last, eyes dark and smoldering, she suddenly leaps back to her feet; knees and shins thickly coated with sand, her body a frenzied motion as she turns and spins in wild abandon; Feet stamping and kicking up the sands around her, body an undulating beast as the music speeds up again, seeming to match her maddened state, her breath ragged and harsh as she twists and turns, her head rolling on her boneless neck, the swan’s length of it curves as she lets her head fall back once more. Hands and arms sinuous as they move around and over her, the bits of sand coated slave silk sheeting over her wickedly writhing body; growling mewls escaping her parted lips as she trails the tip of her tongue over them. The finger cymbals, now merely accompany the deep fire inside as they ring out, echoed by the bells on her ankle, her obsidian eyes glowing with amber fire as they blindly scan the shadows~*~

* *~the beat of the tabor pounding in her blood as the haunting melody of the flute races along her spine. her body thrusts and twists, her heart pounds in her chest at the urgent pace of her dance, the shadows become a blur as she spins faster and faster, the sand around her flies in vicious waves as feet pound it mercilessly; Leaping and turning in the air, her sleek muscles tense, yet liquid as another growl boils up in her throat, given release by parted lips and panting breaths, then dropping once more to the ground and rolling, a wild thing released; she writhes and surges through the sand, fire-kissed midnight hair tangles itself around her and whips her with the wildness of desire's movements, her eyes ablaze with the music filling the air and the heat within seeping from her to burn; the fire's light causing her body's flush to gleam in the moons' soft glow~*~

*~*her breath comes fast and ragged as she writhes to the music, her body seems to twine around itself as she rocks and gyrates, her hands press close as though bound to each other and another whimper seeps free from desert rose lips, thighs part and clamp tightly together as the music consumes her, her body quakes and trembles from both exertion and heat; sand sliding off her as desperate, needy fire consumes and pours from her in waves; her frenzy seems almost vicious as her hands now beat the ground, feet and heels dig into the soft sands as she writhes back and forth, her hair veils her face, then flies free but for the few strands that cling determinedly to her flushed cheeks. The beat of the music suddenly stops and she freezes; suddenly dropping back into herself, then rolls to her belly and presses deep into the now irritating grains as a ragged whimper seeps pleadingly from her parted rose lips at the suddenness of the quiet, her dance coming to an abrupt end~*~

Miki©