Every Girl's Guide To Being A Slave

[Eulalia]

Being Sold
(3)



When the bidding starts,
it's all the more important that you hold yourself in a posture
that will excite the punters to bid for for you –



don't worry about their looks, just pray there'll be good competitive bdding
and you go for a high price,
an expensive slave is one her Master will take care of.



If you're offered for sale in a private transaction,
that's likely to be better still, top of the market,
all the more important that you display yourself to the wealthy buyer
to best advantage.



But be warned, the higher you climb,
the further you have to fall –
a rich Master who isn't satisfied with his purchase
is one to dread!













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[Eulalia]

Being Sold​

(4)​

At the opposite edge of the wheel of fortune
are slavegirls who fail to sell,
because they haven't made themselves attractive enough in the market.



It's a grim fate awaits them in the cellars under the Forum



Until the girl's broken



and she can be sold off cheap to the State Labour Commission
to be worked to early death in the mines



or used to give the rabble an enjoyable spectacle in the Arena

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seems to be a problem here...

T

sorry, bit of a cock-up,
quickly cocked down
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[Dorothy Brown]

Well i could go two ways, not be sold, the most probable,and sent to work in a coal mine, or sold, and became too demanding and the poor guy went to and early death, he would probably be an old bugger anyway. But looking on the bright side he would have a big smile on his face

 

[admihoek]

Well i could go two ways, not be sold, the most probable,and sent to work in a coal mine, or sold, and became too demanding and the poor guy went to and early death, he would probably be an old bugger anyway. But looking on the bright side he would have a big smile on his face

 

[Pia]

That, like the 'body language' picture at the top of the thread
is about kneeling, which is a good starting-point,
the natural and proper 'default' posture for any slavegirl,
from the moment she's captured

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The standard Gorean kneeling pose is called nadu
thighs wide, hands in an open, offering gesture,
back straight, breasts held up well

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a similar pose with hands behind back,
as if they're manacled -
or ready to be

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I like that,
I feel it displays my 'assets' even better,
and emphasises even more my captive status

finally, 'female submission'

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which says it all!

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The picture of the girl tied to the stake on the sand really excites me somehow.......

 

[qasqas]

An array of outstanding works, dizzying, thank you!

 

[Eulalia]

some nice examples of humble kneeling
(starting with the great De Lucena pic that was once my avatar)


and some slavegirls in trouble

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[Pia]

God -those are lovely pictures.. They have made me happy again...believe me, killing your lover even if it is in the distant past hurts so much!!! THANKS!

 

[Eulalia]

some more kneeling nicely


and some different aspects of the Master/ slave relationship



(sorry #7 is small)​

 

[Eulalia]

some more lovely scenes of slavegirl life -
these are all the work of one Maitre SQ,
un vrai connoisseur des filles-esclaves!





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[Eulalia]

here's a eul poem

SOLD​

My body has been stripped, obeying the command,

Naked, even my hair untied, and now I’m made

To stand before them, all my female parts displayed,

A captured earth-girl, soon to be a slave in Gor’s harsh land.


I feel their savage eyes appraise my body’s curves,

My springbok flanks and boyish rump are to their taste,

“How well those shapely loins swell out from that slim waist!”

“On her smooth, sun-tanned hide, my kef’s what she deserves!”


The bidding starts, the vendor makes me hold my pose -

A woman’s instinct knows what men’s cruel lust excites,

My simple, girlish sensuality invites

Inspection of each nubile part that I expose:


Arms raised, legs well apart, my pelvis, womb and hips

Well-formed to bear and breed, my smooth, perspiring thighs

Ripe for the branding-iron, raw flesh to cauterise.

My small but shapely breasts, like ripe fruit for their lips,


I lift to them - the merchant goads the eager buyers,

“Don’t spare the animal,” he tells them, “Do your worst,

Come Masters, crush them with your iron hands till they burst!”

Ah yes! My nipples leap, grasped by their hot desires,


Surging, delicious pain and cruel pleasures mingle,

I feel rough claw-nails probing my pubic curls,

And brace myself for the ecstasy reserved for girls –

As my body yields to their triumph, gold tarsks jingle!


The grinning auctioneer declares, “Kajira sold!”

Straightway I’m on my knees, gazing through fear-filled eyes,

Dreading the mighty Jarl who’s won me for his prize –

Ah gods, may this poor slave give value for His gold!

a few notes for non-Goreans:
Gor - the setting of John Norman's cult novels, a planet ruled by alpha males where most women are slaves (and most slaves are women)
Jarl - a Master from the Northern Forest, the wildest part of Gor
kajira = slavegirl
kef - the brand burnt on a kajira's thigh
tarsks - Gorean coins

 

[admihoek]

yep an eul poem

 

[Pia]

here's a eul poem

SOLD​

My body has been stripped, obeying the command,

Naked, even my hair untied, and now I’m made

To stand before them, all my female parts displayed,

A captured earth-girl, soon to be a slave in Gor’s harsh land.


I feel their savage eyes appraise my body’s curves,

My springbok flanks and boyish rump are to their taste,

“How well those shapely loins swell out from that slim waist!”

“On her smooth, sun-tanned hide, my kef’s what she deserves!”


The bidding starts, the vendor makes me hold my pose -

A woman’s instinct knows what men’s cruel lust excites,

My simple, girlish sensuality invites

Inspection of each nubile part that I expose:


Arms raised, legs well apart, my pelvis, womb and hips

Well-formed to bear and breed, my smooth, perspiring thighs

Ripe for the branding-iron, raw flesh to cauterise.

My small but shapely breasts, like ripe fruit for their lips,


I lift to them - the merchant goads the eager buyers,

“Don’t spare the animal,” he tells them, “Do your worst,

Come Masters, crush them with your iron hands till they burst!”

Ah yes! My nipples leap, grasped by their hot desires,


Surging, delicious pain and cruel pleasures mingle,

I feel rough claw-nails probing my pubic curls,

And brace myself for the ecstasy reserved for girls –

As my body yields to their triumph, gold tarsks jingle!


The grinning auctioneer declares, “Kajira sold!”

Straightway I’m on my knees, gazing through fear-filled eyes,

Dreading the mighty Jarl who’s won me for his prize –

Ah gods, may this poor slave give value for His gold!

Being not sold would be fun too - as long as I went from the cellar to the Arena like the lovely girl on the book cover ....

 

[ShellieO]

here's a eul poem

SOLD​

My body has been stripped, obeying the command,

Naked, even my hair untied, and now I’m made

To stand before them, all my female parts displayed,

A captured earth-girl, soon to be a slave in Gor’s harsh land.


I feel their savage eyes appraise my body’s curves,

My springbok flanks and boyish rump are to their taste,

“How well those shapely loins swell out from that slim waist!”

“On her smooth, sun-tanned hide, my kef’s what she deserves!”


The bidding starts, the vendor makes me hold my pose -

A woman’s instinct knows what men’s cruel lust excites,

My simple, girlish sensuality invites

Inspection of each nubile part that I expose:


Arms raised, legs well apart, my pelvis, womb and hips

Well-formed to bear and breed, my smooth, perspiring thighs

Ripe for the branding-iron, raw flesh to cauterise.

My small but shapely breasts, like ripe fruit for their lips,


I lift to them - the merchant goads the eager buyers,

“Don’t spare the animal,” he tells them, “Do your worst,

Come Masters, crush them with your iron hands till they burst!”

Ah yes! My nipples leap, grasped by their hot desires,


Surging, delicious pain and cruel pleasures mingle,

I feel rough claw-nails probing my pubic curls,

And brace myself for the ecstasy reserved for girls –

As my body yields to their triumph, gold tarsks jingle!


The grinning auctioneer declares, “Kajira sold!”

Straightway I’m on my knees, gazing through fear-filled eyes,

Dreading the mighty Jarl who’s won me for his prize –

Ah gods, may this poor slave give value for His gold!

a few notes for non-Goreans:
Gor - the setting of John Norman's cult novels, a planet ruled by alpha males where most women are slaves (and most slaves are women)
Jarl - a Master from the Northern Forest, the wildest part of Gor
kajira = slavegirl
kef - the brand burnt on a kajira's thigh
tarsks - Gorean coins

i like it eul, going under my skin shellieO

 

[Eulalia]

slaves at feeding time

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[Eulalia]

and then it's time for walkies!

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[Eulalia]

yet more kneeling




and some more scenes of slavegirl life



defiance, and where it gets you
(and, yes, being defiant and where it gets you can be very exciting )

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[Eulalia]

we can never overdo submissiveness

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[admihoek]

we can never overdo submissiveness

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completely agree...............................and my fav is clear

 

[Eulalia]

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I was waiting to see how long it took you to spot her, Admi -
not many minutes!


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