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The loose girl in Treve
by syndraa
the word went out
and across town fast
in taverns they'd shout
I shall catch the lass!
for out in the streets
a wild female was seen
and of her fine beauty
no mention of sleen
in the hidden city of Treve
her hair fluttered wild
rich coppers and golds
she seemed a mere child
surely not very old
her legs shapely blurs
as she raced from their sight
for the chase had brought warriors
out proving their might
to catch the wild wench of Treve
her full breasts rose high
as her breaths came in pants
she peered out to spy
then risking a chance
leapt down from her perch
in a ka la na tree
and took to the road
she wished to stay Free
this beautiful nymph of Treve
a warrior most dark and tall
well known among His caste
stole away to lose them all
He'd heard the slut was fast
He hastened to an ally road
and hid in a doorframe
He held a crop and steel in hand
a slut he meant to tame
This great warrior of Treve
He perked His ears
and set His feet
He smelled her fear
and found it sweet
a sudden small patter
from down the lane
His arm moved swift
He caught her mane
A captured she-beast of Treve
she grappled and snarled
His grip remained tight
her hair became gnarled
the girl showed some might
He laughed as He held her
appraising His catch
her lush figure was pleasing
she'd make a fine match
this devilish slut of Treve
He kicked out her feet
as His hand tugged up hair
"You will learn how to greet
Your Master with care"
she knelt glaring up
and He noted keen eyes
a lovely aquamarine
like the sea mixed with skies
such a firey vixon of Treve
"give me Your wrists!"
she answered with spite
"I'll show You my fists"
He roared His delight
and grasping her hands
held them over her head
he tied them secure
"save Your fight for my bed!
You spirited slut of Treve"
from down in the town
there arose a great noise
"I suggest You submit,
as here come the boys!
There are many would use you
I'll stand and protect
You need only say Master
For me not to neglect
Ye uncollared slut of Treve"
her panic was shameless
aqua eyes scurried about
"you still remain nameless,
they'll thrash you no doubt!"
she swallowed and peeked
from His toes to His lips
with a quiver she nestled
her heels to her hips
"girl is Yours, Master of Treve"
He tugged her to rise
while attaching His steel
"you'll consider it wise
to walk by My heel"
he slapped at her ass
and she fell into place
as the men turned a corner
He stepped up His pace
"Zoltair is champion in Treve!"
he strode through the group
with her chasing His stride
laughs and jibes from the troup
as they slapped her backside
He turned and He hefted
His prize in mid air
and spun her laughing
while she gave Him a glare
the collared slut of Treve
Once inside His home
to the furs she was tossed
"you'll never more roam,
your freedom is lost"
you'll do as your told
and you'll do it quite well
you'll serve me with passion
or taste of the hell
and wrath of Zoltair of Treve
her figure was lush
as she knelt almost sweet
His heart felt a rush
"come kneel at my feet"
His gaze took her in
lovely head to small toe
His fist propped His chin
He could not let her know
she had stolen the heart of Treve
Now what shall I call you?
my mornings trapped game?
the lush morning dew?
talora, a sweet, fitting name
you'll wake by the sunrise,
and glisten with juice
oh, don't even imagine
i won't have your use!
my loud, little wet one of Treve
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