The Beginning ~

A young woman sits at a computer screen searching for information. Before long it seems she has taken a wrong turn on the Information Highway. Finding her self in a chat room where people talk and act totally different than what she was used to; the men strong and frighteningly in control of everything and the women, no better than animals.

Quickly, heart pounding with a nervousness never known to her before, she redirects her search finding the information she was looking for. Turning off the computer, gathering her things she leaves the office. Her mind on all of the things she has to get done in the next few days. Preparing for her wedding, all the little details scramble about in her brain, fighting with the images of the chat room she happened into.

Throwing everything to the table as she enters her home, stripping the heavy sweater over her head, long crimson curls fall from the tight bun at the base of her slender neck. Tossing the flowing main over a bare shoulder as she slips from the jeans, naked she walks to the bathroom to run a bath.

Sinking in the heavily perfumed water bubbles caressing the soft sun-kissed skin, closing her silver eyes to drift between here and there. Upon waking she finds that she is no longer in the tub, but lying on the softest grass. No longer wet and soapy from the bath but dry and sweet smelling from the perfumed bath. However she is still naked, stormy silver eyes look all around her but there is nothing but the rolling hills of green grass and a column of silvery smoke curling up toward the sun.

Rising, the difference in gravity evident, she begins walking toward a column of smoke that rises lazily into the air. The sun sneaking away behind a mountain leaving way for billions of stars to grace the ink black night, looking up instead of one she sees three moons overhead. Then running as fast as she can, the calls of wild animals herd her toward the lights in the distance. Nervously she peeks in the windows of a tavern and gasps, as the scene before her is almost exactly like the chat room she happened upon just that night. Suddenly grabbed by the arm she is spun around and brought fully against a huge man. Instantly afraid she lowers her head not daring to look him in the eyes. Nothing like the man she was to marry, he laughed at her frighten, trembling naked body.

Suddenly finding herself thrown over his shoulder and staring at the hardwood floor of the very room she had been watching. Then, just as swiftly, thrown to the floor. Struggling, bruised, to get up she is kicked again to the floor. With silver eyes looking at the floor she begins to sob not understanding what is going on. After being poked and prodded by the men in the room, dragged away by the hair she is tossed in a room full of women, barely clothed, steel necklaces about their necks. One, the head girl it seemed, kneeled at her side and gently wiped the tears from her face. Smiling she drew back her hand and smacked the silver eyed barbarian across the face.

A slender hand touches the red mark in horror and astonishment, how quickly authority was established. The aggressive woman turned to the others and suddenly swarmed by lush fragrant bodies covered in silk, she was taken in, one of them.

Once in a while she would think of where she had came from, but with a look around she knew she belonged here

Quietly she stayed in the shadows, brought out and into the light by a Master of great kindness and a firm hand.  Taught by sisters who had been through the same ordeals to find her place in Steel Dawn, in Torsvald, in Gor itself.  This was her home, forgetting that she ever was of another place ... another world ... another person.

Placed in a soft white sheath of silk, a solid steel band about her neck, she started her training.  Learning for practice, from lessons, from mistakes this girl named silverdestiny became what she was inside ... la kajira.  As her training progressed she was sold to a moving group of Masters.  Masters that were welcomed from one end of Gor to the other, her name again changed as the fiery kiss of a brand seared into her body