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love loin cloth slaves and warrior women in loin cloth outfits
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I love all the fantasy and Gor themed outfits too
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"How's my pretty little prisoner today? I would never dream of whipping someone so beautiful, but that nice tight little bare belly and your sides are open invitations for tickling. Fetch me some slave girls with feathers! And ones with talented tongues, to lick her smooth skin!"
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The Ohpirean noblewoman who had kidnapped Lady Jinja of Aquilonia smiled. "I hope you like your new outfit. I had it made just for you. I hope those metal cups are not too cold against your noble breasts. You look very fetching it that outfit; I can see why that Cimmerian who sits on the throne of Aquilonia used to go to such great lengths to rescue slave girls. He even made one his queen!
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Lady Salma of Koth kissed her noble captive on the lips, and licked her cheek, and brushed he beautiful red hair aside. "Such lovely alabaster skin; a nice contrast with your flaming tresses. I met your mother once, you know at some diplomatic function, when you were a mere child. That was before my husband's untimely death. She was beautiful, but I swear, you are more beautiful than she ever was!"
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"My husband was old and fat, but he had a title, and wealth. I was forced to marry him, but his heart gave out when he tried to give me a child. He left no living relatives, and died without issue, so I inherited his title, and all his lands andΒ wealth. Since then, I have spent years buying pretty young slave girls to keep me company. I only need men to perform such tasks as household guards, and the ugly business of torture. The bandits who brought you to me were well paid for a scarlet tressed young noblewoman, especially a virgin."
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Lady Jinja writhed in discomfort as her pretty navel was probed with a feather. While Salma tickled her, two slave girls were on their knees, running their hands up and down her long slender legs. She was the daughter of a noble of the kingdom of Aquilonia, and she would not cry out. Not even when the evil woman tickled her sides.
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True to her word, Lady Salma had tied Jinja in a standing position. The metal breast cups had been removed, and Jinja's nipples stood erect in the cold dungeon. "Such lovely underarms. I hope you enjoyed your bath last night. I wanted you to look your best, so I gave you my personal attention. My girls had to hold you to keep you from struggling so much, but in the end, all was accomplished. I must admire the skill of the person who grooms you; seldom have I seen such a cleanly shaved pubic mound. Later on, my girls will hold your legs apart, and I will lick and tickle your delicate young pussy."
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"But now, I must turn my attention to your underarms. Such a lovely fragrance." Salma sniffed Jinja's armpits, like they were baskets of flowers. "Look at those sweet little crevices of flesh under there, just waiting to be explored. Does the lady like this? Look at those pretty pink nipples, so erect! Girls, hand me some feathers. Those nipples need my loving attention." Jinja began to whimper. "That got her attention. Girls, continue to touch her legs. But remember stay away from her pussy. No one touches that but me!" Tears began to roll down Jinja's cheeks. "Tell me, why are you crying? Are you releasing all your pentup frustration? Poor little noble virgin, did you ever look at a strong stable boy, and know you could never be together? Those sweet little armpits are starting to sweat again; here, let me lick them clean." Salma plunged her face into first one armpit, and then the other. Jinja made a disgusted face at the slobbering sounds Salma made as every single crack and crevice of her armpits was licked. When it was done, her armpits were drenched with saliva, and her face was red with humiliation.
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There was a knock at Lady Salma's door. "Mistress, we captured someone riding across your lands. Salma was pleased at being awoken in the middle of the night. "Why trouble me with it?" The guard answered, it is a young woman, Mistress, demanding to see someone named Jinja. Lady Salma was puzzled. Her guards knew she had a prisoner, but none of them knew Jinja by name.Β "Very well. If she wishes to see Jinja, let her do so. Meet me in the dungeon." The guard replied,"As you wish, Mistress. We have already taken her weapons.
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Lady Salma dressed, and went to the dungeon. Her prisoner awaited her. She was tall; taller than most of her guards, over six feet. She had raven black hair, and icy blue eyes. She was beautiful, even though her hair hung in her face. The line of her jaw marked her as strong and determined. This one would not be easily broken; the lash might be necessary. "What are you called, girl?" No answer. "Strip her. Perhaps the lash or the rack will loosen her tongue." With little protest, the enigmatic young woman's leather armor and outer clothing were removed. The guards held her as Salma inspected her prize. Her arms were well muscled, as were her legs. Her sizable breasts and nipples could be seen through her thin undergarment. Perhaps this one was a farm girl. Her strong, callused hands seemed to indicate it. Over the years, she had encountered a few farm girls of surpassing beauty. But farm girls could not afford such fine silk underthings. "Where did you steal such fine lingerie, girl?" The girl replied, "My father bought it for me." Salma laughed. "And who is your father, that he can afford such fine things?" When there was no answer, one of the two guards holding her drew back his hand to to strike her. Quicker than his eye could follow, the girl's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. With equal speed, her hand snatched the sword from the other guard's belt, and buried it in his stomach.
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"Earlier, you asked my name. I am Princess Sonja of Aquilonia, daughter of King Conan. Some men say that I inherited my mother's beauty, and my father's strength. I am here to rescue the Lady Jinja." Sonja turned to the one living guard. "Give me your cloak." When he did not comply fast enough, Sonja dealt him a blow that knocked him halfway across the room, and took it off him. She quickly freed Lady Jinja, and covered her with the cloak. Lady Salma said, "You'll never get out of here alive!" Sonja had a grim smirk on her face. " I have two swords, and a hostage. My brother, Prince Conn, is on his way with a detachment of the Royal Army. The bandits you hired to abduct Jinja were not loyal to your gold. One of them even fought at my father's side once. Jinja's father is a royal advisor, and I was sent to recover her. Father has grown soft over the years. Once he would have razed this palace to the ground; peace treaties be damned!"
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"Jinja, keep an eye on her while I dress. If she screams for help, make sure it is her last scream. When my brother arrives, any man who resists will be put to the sword. your slaves will be taken back toΒ Tarantia, while my father, his advisors, and various foreign diplomats try to return them to their homelands. The King of Ophir will deal with you as he sees fit.
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And later on, Conan snuck into the palace, killed all the bad guys with his sword, and carried her out of the dungeon.
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"Tomorrow, my pretty, we shall tie you in a standing position, the better to expose your armpits!"
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I do love slave girls, they have such allure
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Good comcept, but her waist is unrealistically narrow.
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Bound but not broken. Clothed but not very effectively. Stunning!
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Very nice indeed, but her shoes are not at all period authentic.Β Also, her waist is unrealistically narrow.Β
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Red heads! Β My weakness. Β Well, on of them anyway. Β
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Especially chained in a dungeon?
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Well, you know... If I just happened to be walking around in a castle dungeon and saw a gorgeous woman chained Id immediately relieve her anxiety with tender kisses to her graceful neck, soft touch fingers on her waist, over her naked belly, kneel and kiss her tummy as my hands slowly move up the inside of her firm, smooth thighs...
I mean, a gentleman would have to assist, right?
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She seems... Stressed. Always a big fan of ladies with that type of hairstyle!
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Will some swinging pendant and magic crystal help her relax?
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Very good artwork and subject.Β However, I wish the medieval setting was not compromised by modern shoes and pipes.Β Recommend you do a similar work set in Ancient Greece, Rome, Gor, or Arabia.
Female galley slaves are also a good subject.Β Rowers should be clean, healthy, and not covered in whip scars, as a wise captain takes good care of his/her human propulsion system.
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Plenty more to come in many settings and states of undress.
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