Omen Valley

Dance Olni

Music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lMbVzFtvM8&feature=related
 
1.)
Nadi jarred awake by her Master's shout, "RUN NADIRAH...RUN!".  Startled she leaps to her feet running out the door of the wagon.   Fires raging around her.  Screams of frightened women,angry shouts of marauder's. The sounds of danger filling her ears. Clashing sword's, black rancid fog burns her eyes and stings her throat.  Stumbling feet carry her swiftly to the edge of the camp. 

2.) 
Nadi quickly staggers to the sands, her head tossing a fiery mantle, a wealth of auburn ribbons splashing about her. The abrupt movements of feet darting here and there, her calves well toned a fleeing beauty stricken with fear. Barely seen beneath three moons hidden by clouds of pungent smoke. The camp ablaze, in a frenzied panic the slave's feet tossing golden grains of sand.
 
3.)
Nadi  cringing hearing the shrieks of slaves, her hands cover her ears.  Lithe form ducks an weaves the sound of swords slashing everything in their way.  Tripping she crouches recognizing a Mistress from her camp.  Life draining from her body, her crimson blood still hot.  Pitching her head back lets out a scream of terror.  Anguish fills her delicate face. Tears streaking from emerald eyes stain her fragile cheeks.


4.) 
Nadi yelps as tousled hair is twisted tightly like a silken cord in a marauder's hand. Deep green eyes flash with hatred, arms flail, kicking, body contorting, helpless in his strong grip. Fragile frame desperate, frantically fights the glint of his blade held above his head. nadirah hears evil laughter as he attaches a rope to her collar.
 
5.) 
Nadi feels a storm of angry emotions as he pulls her to his lap. Slapping her firm heart shaped backside, his kaiila runs into the darkness.  Riding for what seemed ahn's, he stops dropping her to the ground.  Sliding down next to her, he observes his prize.  Narrow eyes flashing fire, she stands tall, back straight, taunting breasts thrust forward.
Feels his large rough hands run over her voluptuous torso.  Kneading her ample breasts.
 
6.)
Nadi  observes him critically, tall, powerful, with frightening raw strength. His face weathered and creased. Falling to her knees before him, the strong scent of leather and sweat overwhelming, her slave belly stirs. Echoes of slaves pleading, masters grunting as they pleasure themselves with their captives. "DANCE FOR ME BEAST"!  Delicate hands rise above her salacious body, hips begin to swivel, as familiar emotions engulf her.


 
7.)
Nadi's breaths coming in gasps, feels a hunger wash over her as kajira reflexes betray her heart. Arms weaving a tapestry of life. A sultry smile curls her ruby lips. Lissome fingers  tracing her glistening, searing heat. Her dance becoming more sensual as her desperation grows.  Campfires highlight her tantalizing form, saturated with beads of sweat. The promise of orgasmic pleasure.
 
8.)
Nadi yielding to the burning inferno inside her mind and body. She moves with lusty passion knowing this could be a dance for her life.   Whimpering, torrid thoughts, delicious firm hips, succulent breasts. Displaying all that she is, a exquisive beauty who will serve with absolute obedience.  Exhausted, falling to the sands, crawls to his feet on her taut belly.  Arms stretched, hands reaching piteously to him. In a breathy voice whispers, La Kajira.