Reporters of Gor: The Kajira Chronicles Book 2

This article, this instalment of the Reporters of Gor series will likely be the last such for a good long while. (at least if I can help it) I have seen Gor, I have spent weeks within it, but overall, the experience was a negative one. I realize now I hung on for as long as I did simply because I've always enjoyed roleplaying, but even this was not terribly entertaining since I personally don't consider “Get me some Paga Beast” to be terribly engaging roleplay. It is for this an other reasons I feel that I am done with gor, but here are some of my final thoughts on the matter, submitted for your consideration and for my inevitable rise to fame and glory......................

Continued in the REDLIGHT section

Next instalment of a Panthers Prayer

I raised a slender hand to my eyes shading the rays from the sun as his face and form come into focus, I gasp in a breath of pure panic as i recognise the male towering over me, but to my shock he simply sighs and brushes a lock of my hair away from my face as his eyes scan over my body a look of realisation crosses his rugged face and he turned his head as though thinking.
I sat stuck to the spot unsure of whether to run or to beg. when he turned back he unsheathed the bow and quiver full of arrows from his back and tossed them at my feet.
I frowned in confusion up into his face and parted my lips unsure what to say
"why I don't understand?"
He tossed his head back and laughed
"Well you are going to have to survive out here somehow are you not girl?"
Slowly I moved my hands over to the crafted bow in the grass a shiver of excitement entered my body as i lifted the forbidden weapon in my fingers admiring and examining the craftsmanship and raised my eyes to his face with a weak smile and an attempt at humour despite the obvious devastation written all over my face
"I am no longer a girl you can address me as huntress in future!"
His whole body shook as he roared with laughter at her words as he turned and began to run shouting over his shoulder "Aye I will be seeing you then Huntress Kerri!!"
I watched as he ran effortlessly over the land and just sat in complete shock over the strange exchange. My eyes fell to the bow in my hands and I shook my head a little, at least glad of the distraction from the twisted madness of my mind.
At that moment I knew for sure I was alone and would need to survive somehow...
I drew in a breath, drawing on all the strength I had in my body and what was left of my mind and rose to my feet. I looked around with a shudder knowing that I would need to work hard if I wanted to make it to morning as the sun slowly sunk from the sky, a strange hue settling over the land.
I set myself to work collecting wood and starting a small fire, then working quickly and furiously stripped branches from nearby trees, stacking them against a cliff edge close to the waters edge, creating myself a small shelter from the elements.
Cold and alone with nothing but my rags and newly gifted bow I crawled into my shelter, anyone passing close by that night would only have heard the low crackle of a fire and the strangled soft sobs of a girl as her heart broke and her world fell apart.

To be continued............................

If you missed the beginning of this fascinating story find it here

Introducing - A Panthers Prayer

I awoke one morning and smiling looked up from my place on the floor to see my Master, the smile froze on my face to see nothing but the indentation on the furs and to see him gone. My head flashed around searching expecting him to be close, never having been away from his side, a fear colder than ice gripped around my heart as I pushed myself up to onto my feet.
I ran nervously around the camp searching everywhere getting more and more anxious by the second until I came across Saphire, my Masters sister, and with a look of panic in my eyes I splutter out my words " Where is he?" my voice rasping from adrenaline and fear knowing something was badly wrong, forgetting she is a free, I just stood before her demanding an answer.
Instead of her usual punishment for disrespect her face saddens, her eyes compassionate, as she speaks out the hateful words that echo still to this day in my mind " He is gone Kerri, he won't be back"
I, the girl, waited no longer wanting no other explanation. I started to run the tears burning down my cheeks, the fear of the unknown gripping like claws as my bare feet are cut and torn, I threw my body cascading across the rough lands. I run and run my breath rasping until I fall exhausted in a clearing by a cool lake. I threw my body on the ground my sobs echoed around the lands.
I lay there sobbing terrified, the ache in my heart and the female intuition telling me he was gone, not understanding how or why, just knowing that now I was alone. I drew my knees up to my chest hugging them close feeling the silks that were as much a part of me as the steel collar around my neck falling against my finger, in pain I started to rip at them tearing them away leaving only scraps of fabric covering my slight frame.
A noise, a movement in the long grass near me, my head flashed up the fear obvious in my eyes as I saw his strong frame only meters away, an eerie image as the setting sun spread strange shadows, I squinted my eyes trying to focus on his face..............

To be continued next Saturday