Story excerpts-Thraxia

Author's Note(s): The following is a story fragment and as such is very rough. the "(______)" symbol is a placeholder for names(as I have not thought of a proper name(s) yet. Yes I know this isn't PC. I have one thing to say for people who think that: What the fuck are you doing here!    For the rest....enjoy.   --------------------------------------------------------------------------------   "They are slaves." I still felt my stomach churn, and yet there was something oddly arousing to looking at the naked female with her long chesnut brown,flowing hair reaching down to her waist and her long beautiful, dancer's like legs. Even the male was a paragon of attraction,his incredibly toned and musclar arms and body builder's legs. "This seems wrong." I said He folded his arms. "You are still thinking like someone from Earth.You are no longer on earth,this is Thraxia." The female shifted her body,smiling at me,How c...

(This is a rough outline for a scene that would take place in either another part of the SAME book or another. In this particular scene Jonathan a fellow worker with Natalie,himself kidnapped along with her(he stumbled in upon her acquisition) Is awakened from his hibernation after several YEARS! He DEMANDS to know where "Nat" as he called her) is,he is then taken to an area where he CAN see her but not be seen). "She is not within your world anymore" says the man clad in steel Romanesque armor pointing the lance at his back and after a bit of a struggle...in which he is NOT successful. they shackle his hands before him The two armored guards seize him by his upper arms their grip steel live vises. and pull him from the 'room of sleep' half dragging him across the floor Jonathan soon finds himself at a large door. Within there is this raised platform. on it, a large stone chair, sort of like a throne. Behind it is an archway and secure him to a rin...

The Belled Ankle Tavern, this is my home. But it wasn't always my home. I began on my own world, Earth. In a life long ago. I was a young woman,confused. fooled by the many indoctrinating programs intended to remove the natural differences between men and women. the ways imposed by nature and replace them with a neuter environment where man or woman were neither different or unique.  I was a victim of such an environment,until the day I was abducted from my home on Earth and brought to this far away world with it's exotic creatures,strong,glorious men,and the life of the collar and whip. Most would've thought of it as a nightmare.I did,and first but overtime I began to realize I had been given a great gift. the gift of truth,the truth of myself,of a world where things SHOULD be. My name was Natalie McCrae,once of a city called Phoenix,in a place called Arizona. I was a frustrated female,laboring at an unsatisfying job in a dying market. it was here I was first ob...

The chains around my eyes were a small light weight yet nevertheless strong set of chains called a 'dancer's mask' they looped from the center of my slave coronet-from the chevroned area where my blood jewel was mounted-to the sides,near my ears. also they were secured around the back of my head, below the coronet chain, by a small but sturdy lock. one slightly smaller than the one on the belled wrist and ankle cuffs I wore. As I turned inside the small circular ring of sand and danced I looked out amongst the many men,and in this particular Tavern's case,WOMEN and felt a surge of fear.  Yes I had danced before, but only before the other slave girls and the guards of the training house. they were no doubt used to slaves who perhaps had no skill at moving prettily before their free masters,and mistresses. This group were expecting someone graceful,and skilled and beautiful. I doubted I was any of those. By the standards of Thraxian Beauty there are many FAR prettier ...