Marli awakens serenely from under her furs, she hears sounds of the swamps, the insects beating their own soft drumbeat, Feeling an emptiness in her heart so bittersweet, she rises upwards gracefully, moving towards the doorway of her hut, she thinks of the victim she will emotionally defeat. Her heart pounding erratically when she sees the victim bound in the dancing circle ,slender fingers of light cascading over his tanned naked body , ghosts with unseen hands propel her forwards like a thief in the night. She squats silently at the doorway of her hut , imagining her victim in the erotic embrace of a Panther Moon Dance in which her victim will be totally enslaved.
The silvery steel caress of her blade over her victims skin , at that touch she moans in need, though she knows not for what. Her soft hands clawing upwards towards the Moons, she sways gently in the night, as her Goddess watches her dance with delight.
She dances to her Goddess seductively begging her victim’s blood, her eyes pleading as she looks up , praying to release her from this buildup of want. The Goddess does not answer her plea, for She is not through with her yet, she is but a helpless captive In Her game of lust and needs.
So under Moons she will wait until her Goddess is satisfied with her dance, her victim bound and right there, she will stay by her victims side till her sisters wake………
Dance of the Luna Caleeng Panther girls
In the winter solstice a small group of Luna Caleeng panther girls knelt around their male captive. They surrounded him in a tight circle in the center of their camp. They remained silent for now. For a few ihn Marli glanced up at the large white Gorean moons. There were three of them casting an eerie light over the Lake Ias swamps. His name was Arthur, a mighty Gorean warrior who had been too proud and daring, caught and leashed by five panther girls when he had entered their swamps. He now lay naked and bound in the dance pit, totally at their mercy.
The panther girls were breathing heavily with their breasts heaving. They had set aside their bows and spears on the soft earth. Their eyes set on the captive for now. They squatted with their hands on their feline thighs, occasionally lifting their eyes to the moons. Their eyes began to blaze with fire as they shook back their heads, their lips parting as soft moans escaped. In the background the drumbeats grew louder the panther girls beginning to sway from side to side.
Arthur pulled at his bindings “Let me go you savages ! My brothers will come soon and collar each and every one of you! ”
Kay lept to her feet and she screamed and tore at the moons with her fingernails. In an instant another panther girl, and then another, and another, followed. Only their Chieftess, their Marli still squatted, her hands on her thighs, her dark brown eyes staring at the moons. From her parting lips she spoke soft prayers to her Goddess “Our Goddess , we the Luna Caleeng, your daughters, offer this male and his blood to you on this night of winter solstice”
Beneath the moons Arthur tried in vain to free himself. He could not do so, the bindings were too tight and secure. Marli and her sisters had done her job well, almost cutting off the blood supply to his hands and feet.
Kay now, the others following, crying out, tore away the layers of larl furs that had yet concealed her beauty. They now wore only their gold bracelets, and their shell ornaments. Now, moaning, crying out, the panther girls, hands lifted, clawing, began to sway and dance beneath the brightness of the Gorean moons.
Then suddenly the drumbeat stopped, they stood still, their hands lifted to the moons.
Marli threw back her head, her red silken hair cascading down her bare shoulders, her tiny fists clenched on her thighs, she cried out a primal scream “Aaayeeee!!”
The young red headed panther leaped to her feet , her fearless brown eyes giving Arthur a piercing look. Marli tore away her leathers, revealing her curves and womanhood. Arthurs heart missed a beat as he regarded the red headed beauty. But with a wicked smile on her face , she had turned away , her hips swaying as the drum beat resumed.
The panther girls stood around him , the drumbeat fading as Marli rejoined her sisters, her breathing was heavy , her red hair wild and disheveled. Her almond shaped eyes now wide and fierce. Her lips curling in a crooked smile “Strike at him !” Marli hissed.
Arthur lay on the dance pit before them. He was helpless, there was a flicker of fear in the eyes of the stronger male.
Marli lifted her spear . then suddenly, another panther girl, and then another, and another, had followed her example. The Luna Caleeng panthers swayed to the soft drum beat . their spears lifted , they began to circle him.
Marli was the first to thrust her spear , but it did not strike him in the heart, it drew blood as the sharp point pierced his left thigh . It was then withdrawn.
“I can kill you if I wished “ Marli sneered at him , she admired the fresh blood on the point of her spear. She grinned looking at the wound, she thought it just to strike at the place were normally a brand was set.
Then the others followed, in a slow stalking dance as if to kill their prey, each panther girl took a turn to thrust her spear, in the very same spot. He cried out in agony “Stop , no more !”, a pool of blood surrounding his vulnerable and naked body.
Then the drumbeat picked up pace, their dance became progressively swifter and wilder, with a blood curdling cry Marli thrust her spear down savagely toward his heart.
He cried out in a cold sweat “No , Please don’t, I beg of you! Do not kill me “
Marli tilted her head to one side and laughed “ We do not kill you yet , first we rape you”
He fought the binds and ropes, but it was useless, Marli slid over his naked body , her head leaning in. He felt Marli’s teeth bite savagely into his shoulder. The red head tasted the sweetness of his blood , she was consumed with a primal need to ravage his body.
Inspired by Hunters of Gor, page, 137, 138, 139
………..During Moon dancing ceremonies panther girls have been reported to be the most active and dangerous. Each band of panther girls customarily has a semi or permanent camp, particularly in winter, but each band, customarily, has what is known as it’s dancing circle. Panther girls, when their suppressed woman-hood becomes sometimes too painful, natural urges raging, travel to such places, there to dance the frenzy of their needs. But, too, it is in such places, that the enslavement of men is often consummated. No research has concluded how often the dancing ceremonies take place but their snare drums and stirring music are heard frequently deep within the forests. Unless the Chieftress of the camp protects them, by placing a bag over a man’s head, virtually all men are subject to being prey and taken into captivity during or following the dancing. No man who has ever watched the ceremony it is reported has ever desired to leave the camp after witnessing these dance ceremonies, and often will attempt escape if sold, at peril of their own execution, to return, only to be captured all over again and sold back into slavery. The dancing and the music are said to be intoxicating, mesmerizing, and all men are extremely vulnerable to its allure……………..
……………A man bound in the panther dancing circle; he has strong wide shoulders , his muscles ripple across his back as he tenses in his binds. His sight is intoxicating to a panther at this time. His big body, gleaming in the light of night, glistens with rivulets of sweat streaming down following the pathways formed by sinew and muscle forged from long hours in hunting, training, and battle. Her belly tightens as she looks upon the Moons of Gor, shining in the sky like huge silver tarsk each luminous in the blackness of the night, capturing the eyes and minds of panthers in lust everywhere, the drums calling me to the Fire. Fighting, her hunger rising and clawing at her insides; a panthers body pushing her into the moons as they beckon to her. A deep need coiled ; slowly unfurling, slithering into the light of the moons like a hungry Larl of the forest. Leaning forward pulling at the lacing on her black leathers, shoulders rolling, she weaves from side to side. The sounds of the drums caress her like the kiss of the wind, a touch like fire imprinting on the soul as the body moves with each beat. Spinning to watch him; A panther’s mind lost to the sounds, moving slowly with the drums as her body sways, head tossed back arms raised, blonde curls falling like a cape down a smooth back to curved hips. Her mind races as the darkness of her thoughts move to a place a panther should NEVER go…..
………..She hears the sound of drums beating louder, their call like a siren of the earth sea beckoning her to follow. Her eyes glazed lost in the sounds of panther drums her hands roam over her body slowly caressing soft supple skin; long nails tracing a pattern along her ribs over the curve of her hips to her thighs lingering to touch and caress. Dropping to her knees, hands raised high reaching, clawing her hair, she arches back and sways more deeply, hips rolling to and fro lifting high hip to hip, long blonde hair flying in the wind, that uncontrolled hunger more than One can bare. she moves with the drums, thighs quivering as if gripped by fatigue. The ache of lust seduces her body, swirling through her blood like a fire in the swamps consuming the land; burning white hot. Leaving nothing but hunger in its wake. She watches him, transfixed as the hunger calls to her on a level only the animal can sense. Pulling, clawing, screaming, it rises and builds with each panther scream and pounding of the drum; as thunder rolls across the sky. Rising she begins to peel the clothing away piece by piece, the scrape of skins against tender flesh maddening. Her skin stings as the leather slide from aroused flesh trailing like fingers and nails scratching, touching, and seducing. Her body free of all restraints she spins, leaps, and cries out her frustrations; leaping into the night as she visualizes her camp lost in that moment of “animalistic weakness.” Her skin wet and burning. Knowing her Luna sisters are also lost to the moons. Turning she falls to all fours, hands claw like in the soft sweet grass. Clothes gone now, the body arching and swaying lips parted in a silent pant. Hips swaying and lifting like a panther in heat and need, as the lustful fire rages. Dark feral eyes hooded, hungry, and glazed fall on him; tall, strong, deadly, naked; smooth skin stretched across hard steel muscle, He tenses knowing he is watched every muscle signaling his readiness for what-ever comes. The sound of drums, louder now, bringing her to a fevered pitch; flipping to fall back, watching the darkness around her, as the primal need of panther desires rise higher and shrieks of my sisters ride the wind enticing me even further. Dropping back close to the dirt and grass of the forest floor, she arches high in to the moons. Hot hands run over her body as panther Moons drive wild rage to its conclusion some to completion most to frustration. Hissing softly; hands caress wet velvet petals, a ravenous passion rides high on the heat of a panther’s blood as it courses through her veins, like flames from a fire so intense it consumes the soul………….
Creating circles with different parts of her body. Head, spine, hips, feet, elbows, wrist, and fingers, each would find their own rhythm or melody to follow. The drums beat became louder and louder echoing inside her mind. Each movement she made the frenzied dance would take a different turn.
Her slender body had a certain sun-kissed sheen; the sweat accentuated her curves more than ever. Her pinkish-brownish nipples pebbled in the cold air, leaving a trail of Goosebumps around the areola. The sensations of the seductive dance radiated her body. Instead, her face would relax and a smirk curled the edges. Her hands searched out her face like a lover in the dark. They played over her heart, tapping out a seductive cryptogram. Her hips would appear to move in a certain way one at a time only to be snatched up by invisible hands only to be released, over, and over again.
Her desperate cries grew to a primitive hunger. Undulating her arms she moved faster and faster quickening her pace as she clawed at the moons an inaudible noise escaped her lips. Only to groan louder the drums had ceased to a halt her breathing patterns were turmoil. She dropped to the earth clutching the leaves moaning. Only to her the soft thuds of her heart and the silence of the earth beneath her.
source: nina barineaux
There was a long silence, of some Ihn, and then, at a nod from Hura, who threw her long black hair back and lifted her head to the moons, the drum began again its beat. Mira’s head was down, and shaking. Her right foot was stamping. The panther girls put down their heads. I saw their fists begin to clench and unclench. They stood, scarcely moving, but I could sense the movement of the drum in their blood.
The men of Tyros glanced to one another.
It was few free men who had ever looked, unbound, on the rites of panther girls. Hura’s eyes were on the moons. She lifted her hands, fingers like claws, and screamed her need.
The girls then, following her, began to dance… How starved must be the lonely, hating panther women of the forests, so gross is their hostility, so fierce their hatred, and yet need, of men. They twisted, screaming now, clawing at the moons. I would scarcely have guessed at the primitive hungers evident in each movement of those barbaric, feline bodies. They would be masters of men. Proud, magnificent creatures. And yet by biology, by their beauty, by their aroused inwardness, could not, in fact, own but only, in their true fulfillment, belong, be taken, be conquered….
The drum was now very heady, swift. The dance of the panther girls became more wild, more frenzied. Vicious, sinuous, clawing, lithe, these savage beauties, in their skins and gold, with their knives, their light spears, weapons darting, danced. They were terrible, and beautiful, in the streaming, flooding light of the looming, primitive moons of perilous Gor. I could hear their cries of rage and need, hear their heels striking in the earth, their hands slapping at their thighs. I saw the teeth of some, white, bared, at the moons, their eyes blazing. The hair of all was unbound. Several had already, oblivious of the presence of the men of Tyros, torn away their skins to the waist, others completely. On some I could hear the movement of the necklaces of sleen teeth tied about their necks, the shivering and ringing of slender golden bangles on their tanned ankles. In their dance they danced among the staked-out bodies of the men of Marlenus, and about the great Ubar himself. Their weapons leapt at the bound men, but never did the blows fall…
The dance would soon strike its climax. It could continue little longer. The women would go mad with their need to strike and rape. Suddenly the drum stopped and Hura stopped, her body bent backward, her head back, her long black hair falling to the back of her knees.
She was breathing deeply, very deeply. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat.
Hunters of Gor, page 197