<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div><br/>Khalida knelt serenely in the market, seemingly oblivious to all the bustle and commotion going on around her. She knelt in the slave's display posture, her knees wide apart with her arms behind her back thrusting out her chest. The long and wavy, jet black hair hung over her shoulders and brushed the upper slopes of her amply rounded breasts. Where once armoured vembraces and bracers had clad her shins and wrists, now only slender bracelets hung with delicate silver bells were worn. Matching the ornaments on her wrists and ankles a belt of the same tiny bells encircled her flaring hips. To her right ankle bracelet a thin chain was attached, so thin and fragile was the chain that it was merely ornamental, able to be snapped with ease if she had so desired. The message was clear, that this slave would not break her bonds.<br/><br/>Nearby a small group of strolling players struck up a tune. The beating drums and melodic pipes started into the well known Takrin favourite; Dance of the desert slave.<br/><br/>A smile spread across Khalida's full and sensuous mouth. She turned her head to look at the slave mistress tending the stall and raised her chin slightly with a look of longing in her eyes.<br/><br/>"Aah, of course little one." The Takrin slaver replied, as though Khalida had voiced a question. "Dance."<br/><br/>With one graceful and fluid movement Khalida rose from her knees to standing with a tinkle of bells. She was still for a moment and then her foot began to tap the sand to the beat of the drum, making the bells of her anklet ring in time to the music. Becoming swept up by the beat of the ancient tune Khalida began to stamp the ground with each foot in turn, her pelvis thrusting forward to display her dark bald pudenda. The slave's hips began to twitch and rotate, making her belled belt ring out. The dance gradually became more energetic as the tempo of the music increased, her firm and generous breasts bounced delightfully as she moved. Faster and faster the ripe slavegirl shook her hips and stamped her feet, the silver bells pealing. Her tanned and muscled thighs spread, giving the onlookers a good look at her fleshy labia, darkened with henna to stand out clearly on her sunkissed skin.<br/><br/>The slave was moving with dizzying speed now as the tune neared it's climax, her hips thrusting and her stamping feet never missing a beat. With her whole nubile body in motion, the beat's tempo raced to a conclusion and ended with an abrupt suddeness. Khalida fell to the ground with perfect timing as the music ceased, as though she were a puppet with the strings cut. Her legs bent beneath her and she splayed her knees wide and arched backward, thrusting her sex upwards as though in invitation. Her dark netherlips parted slightly, giving a glimpse of pink wet flesh within. The slave remained frozen in this position for several seconds, panting from her exertion and her magnificent breasts heaving. Then she knelt back up and assumed the display posture once more.