This dance was derived from a description of a dance in Dancer of Gor. It describes a virgin who is being presented to the Masters, and knows she is about to be used by them. After this dance is finished she will no longer be a virgin, during the dance she struggles against the fire that burns in her belly and finally surrenders to it.
tyki{KTs} crawls into the metal cage...she turns with a start as she hears the gate of the cage close behind her...fiery auburn hair cascading over the white silk clutched in her tiny fingers as she holds it closed around her....
tyki{KTs} turns slowly...backing away as she sees the hunger in the eyes of the strong men that surround the cage...she turns with a start as someone reaches through the bars and tugs at the silk....
tyki{KTs} eyes are filled with fear...her shoulders tremble as she stands in the center of the cage...thankful for the bars that protect her from the touch of the Masters....her body quivers beneath the silk...when suddenly her arms are flung wide...as if tugged by unseen bindings...
tyki{KTs} struggles to pull the silk back around her...shamed at her nakedness...she gasps and struggles against the restraints as the white silk sheet is torn from her...and falls from the cage...now coverd only by the collar of a slave girl with a single white ribbon tied to it...and the bells of a slave around her tiny waist...
tyki{KTs} sinks to her knees...trying to escape this exposure...tears springing up in her eyes as she hears the laughter of the Masters....
tyki{KTs} raises her hands above her head...pleading for this not to happen...her auburn hair cascading over her back as the tears shimmer over her cheeks...her head turns quickly...her auburn hair whipping around her shoulders as she hears the crack of a whip and the command of her Master...
tyki{KTs} slowly rises to her feet...her thighs parted...the innocent treasures between her thighs glistening...she closes her eyes and draws her fingers over her gentle curves...slowly...she gasps as if the touch of her fingers burns....
tyki{KTs} knows...Master has trained her for this dance...yest she is not sure she is ready...she draws her fingers up through her hair...lifitng it from her neck as she tips her head back...her hips rolling rhythmically but without assion...perhaps if she just finishes what He taught her...He will let her return to her kennel...away from the piercing gaze of the Masters....
tyki's hips sway to the driving beat...her slave bells beginning to ring...the fie in her belly grows...her arms snake out from her body...she flings her head down in submission to the Masters...her hair whistling through the air....she hears the music swell...her eyes widen as her belly quivers...what is this feeling that stirs within her...
tyki{KTs} lifts her head and looks again at the Master...a fire burns in her green eyes...a desire she has never known before...her firm full breasts rising and falling with each gasping breath...the nipples darkening as they swell and harden like ripe ramberries...
tyki{KTs} paces to the edge of the cage...her breasts parted by the metal bar...her arms stretching out reaching for Master Messick...her fingers enticing Him to approach...
tyki's shaven mons pressed to the metal bar...her hips grinding against the bars which now keep her from seeking the Master's touch...she groans in frustration and turns...spinning as she moves around the edge of the cage...the dance her Master taught her finished....now she dances the fire in her belly...reaching out through the bars to Master DrkSoul...
tyki{KTs} stretches her leg out through the bars...her hips grinding against the bar...it glistens with the fresh slave oils...the sweet oils of her innocence...her hips roll and puls with the fiery need that burns in her belly
tyki{KTs} wraps her firm ivory leg around the bar...her eyes wild with new found passion...tyki{KTs} arches her back...lowering her hair to the floor of the cage as her fingers caress and stroke the soft flesh of her swollen breasts...
tyki{KTs} turns from the bars...and sinks to the cold metal floor of the cage...this can't be happening...this girl is not meant to burn like this...please....let the metal cool the fire....she writhes on her belly against the cold floor...rolling to her back...her hips rising and falling from the floor...her tiny fingers scratching and clawing at the metal...as she fights these feelings...
tyki{KTs} brings her tiny feet to her bottom...lifting her writhing hips from the floor...her orchid of pleasure glistening with passion's dew...
tyki{KTs} rises on her knees...no longer kneeling as a tower slave...but as a true passion slave...her thighs parted widely...her heat swollen and flushed...glistening with the oils of passion...
tyki{KTs} caresses her belly...her shoulders shimmying to the music...she lifts her breasts...offering the virgin flesh for the pleasure of Master's....she arches her back and lowers her head to the floor behind her feet...her thighs stretched taut...her heat open and pulsing...pleading to be opened to the Masters as the music fades
tyki{KTs} rises from the Gorean bow and thanks the Masters for allowing her to dance the Dance of the Virgin as she steps from the cage
