With a cry into the warm Autum night, upon the planet Earth, she was born, a angelic golden eyed child, named Anna. She grew into a beautiful young girl, with a mane of crimson fire that cascades in flaming waves down her back, and striking golden fire eyes that attratcted the most attention.
Young and beautiful, her exquisite features attracting the attention of the Gorean Slaver Traders, and one dark night, she awoke in her home, her scream of terror silenced, she is bound, gagged, hooded. The muffled sound of voices she did not understand. "kajira" she was called.
Never to see her family again... she was taken.. to the planet.. Gor....
Her beauty seen and admired, she is quickly sold to
a brutal Slaver who enjoys the breaking of Earthen girls.. Frightened, begging,
wanting only to go home, she is told "this is your home now.. this is your
life...you are a kajira" again that word she did not understand. Terrified...
she was stripped... still bound...the hood removed... the *CLICK* of steal
heard and she is collared. Her training soon began.
Screams heard as she is beaten for her insolence... the lash of the whip slices into her back... her thighs... crying...sobbing... she lays in a heap upon the ground...confused... she begins to learn... wishing only to avoid the savage lash of the whip... always at night dreaming of HOME...
The stike of the lash tears into her back once more... her body pressed to the wall where she is chained... head down as she cries .. sobs... begs.... the beating stops... a touch is felt... her eyes widen as she tries to twist her naked body away from Him... grabbing her ..the Slaver laughs... and as she screams into the Gorean night He takes her... raping her as she is chained... helpless... her screams only fuel His desire for her and He fills her... several times that night....she is used... taught... taken....
"What was your name" He whispers one night...several days later... as He again rapes her upon His furs... her head turned away she whispers thru her tears... "anna".... " well..I shall all You... calija" and so she was named...
Her beauty so intoxicating the Slaver keeps her for Himself... Not allowing her to be sold... using her brutally and often... leaving her bleeding and crying... Then... months after taking a FC... the FC dies during the birth of their child...the child dies... and the Slaver plunges His sword into his heart... calija hears His death scream and comes running to find Him...dead...the other slaves mill about... unsure of what to do... calija searches His body,...finds the key... and with a cry of triumph she unlocks and throws the collar to the ground... free... for the moment...
Trying to survive, for several days she remains hidden, before she wanders into a garden..simply seeking food, water...she befriends a young slave boy...who takes her in His arms ...comforts her... and several days later...they lay together under the 3 moons...entwined in the act of love... The boy is soon collared... and disappears... leaving calija on her own again...
She crosses the path of a Pirate...Aguirre ... and captured...dragged to His ship she again feels steel about her throat .. screaming in terror and pain... a brand marks her thigh for the first time.. she fights Him... even going so far as to dump hot blackwine on Him in the Tavern... she is punished for all to see... then... forced to serve again.. naked...which she does... His eyes take in her flame hair and supple body... he touches her... holds her to Him... and despite her fear... calija begs for Him... and she is used... she becomes His... until He disappeared ...going back to the mighty Thassa...
Alone again... the collar still about her throat...despondant...having begun to trust her new Master... she wanders back to the familiar gardens... A Slaver is there..sees an opportunity ..and takes her... removing the collar placing His there...
calija then witnesses His brutality... watching a slave be gutted before her very eyes... unable and unwilling to understand... she runs from Him... wandering the forests for several days... terrified... only wishing to go Home...
It is then she meet the kindly old man...Tylden... He takes her in... removing the ko'lar... he is grateful for the company and calija remains with him... healing in His kindness...she takes care of Him till he walks the cities of dust...
Vowing to stay free... she changes her name to Lexianna...a version of her old name... Anna... steals robes and veils...and for some weeks manages to survive... staying at Tylden's home and keeping to herself...
A trip to the Tavern one night proved to be the start of the events that would forever change... and rule her life. Having slipped within the shadows for a quiet moment in the presence of others... golden eyes alight upon the flash of Sapphire and Gold... a Slaver... Her burning hatred and memories surface and within moments she has lashed out. He... turning His Steel grey gaze to her.. a cast of His eyes along the sweet curve of her body...and her striking mane of flaming red hair... then His gaze captures her own golden eyes... and He sees within her... the hungered vixen... the sensual slave she truly is. Within moments, with the help of another.. she is within His grasp... the embrace of the Beast.. Padishar Motox Vatuga... Slave goad in hand... before all in the Tavern that night...she is stripped and bared for all to see.. the brand already upon her thigh confirms His suspicions...she is slave... and she will now be His slave... the vicious shocks from the goad tear thru her... screaming... crying ... and yes.. begging... she is shown the true meaning of slavery at that moment.. and from the Tavern... bound and trembling... she is taken... back to His Keep...
Strapped to the branding table... the hisssss of heat blazing to the iron brands echos thru the dark room... From the shadows He steps... His voice... low.. calm.. chilling... offers her a choice.... submit to Him... and the branding will be quick.... resist... and He will inflict a savage punishment thru the branding with 5 seperate irons... She will be His none the less He tells her... for He can not resist taking such a crimson maned beauty upon His chain...
Terrified... tears glistening... her golden eyes meet His... now flashing a deadly Onyx ... within she sees No Mercy.... with a moan of despair... she submits... and is branded once more...
Collapsing at His feet... His fingers entwine within her mane of silken fire... as her head is canted back... He leans down to her... the brush of His lips felt to the delicate curve of her throat... the heat of His whisper within her ear... "You are Mine...and I will call You... Exiann" the cool caress of His Steel encircles her throat.. locking tight.... her whimper heard in answer "yyyes Master" and she is ... His.... That very night her devotion to Him began... along with the deeper feelings that stirred within her...
Her life within His chain... along with several sisters... both silkers and feral.. not an easy one... Having made a horrible error in judgement one night with His paga... she suffered a horrifying punishment... brought to the brink of death upon the rack in His torture Chamber... even as she screamed and begged Mercy... and of her undying Love and Devotion to Him... the shadows of death nearly took her... yet He saw worth in allowing her to live... she knows now.. that By His will alone... he allows her life...
With that punishment... coupled with several events in His life... More Feral He becomes... and More dangerous.... discarding the Sapphire and Gold of the slavers ... Cloaked again in the Black of the Assassins... He being the ultimate Hunter... the Lethal Killer that always lurked just beneath the surface.....
As the Killer took over ... He reclaims His chain... Upon the cold stone floor exiann is held down... His ebon-sheened dagger drawn... the exquisite caress of Blade to flesh is felt as He once more marks her as His... ^v^PMV ^v^ carved within her inner thigh... Drawing her up into His embrace... His whisper of "You will always be Mine... My lexianna" drifts across her ear... followed by the sharp peirce of His canine... drawing a drop of warm blood as her ear is peirced... First one... then the other.. with the savage point of His canine.... tears of pain glisten along her cheeks as she is held to Him... knowing she is His.. eternally His...
The flash of golden hoops now adorn both ears... a striking contrast to the ebony Steel of His collar and her flaming crimson mane....
He having laid claim to her mind... her body... her heart .. and her soul... without Him she could not survive.... Totally and completely devoted to Master Padishar Motox Vatuga... Her love for Him consumes her... In His grasp she has learned... lived... and nearly died her Slavery.... Always His... for life eternal.....
Master 's link comes first,just as he does in all things his girls do.