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The dancing of a slave is a thousand times
more sensuous than that of a free woman because of the incredible
meanings involved, the additional richness which this furnishes, the
explosive significance of this comprehension, that she who dances
is owned, and, theoretically, could be owned by you. Too, she is naked,
or scantily clad, and is bedecked in a barbaric manner. I glanced within, for I heard from within the
clash of slave bells and the bright sound of zills, or finger cymbals.
In a bit of yellow slave silk, backed into a corner, belied and barefoot,
a collared girl danced, swaying slowly before the five men who loomed
about her, scarcely a yard away. Then her back touched the stone wall,
startling her, and they seized her, and threw her to a blanket for
their pleasure. I saw her gasping, and, half fighting, half kissing
at them, squirming in their arms. Then her arms and legs were held,
widely separated, each of her limbs, her small wrists and belled ankles,
held in the two hands of a captor. The leader was first to have her.
She put her head back, helpless, crying out with pleasure, subdued. There are quite a few different varieties of slave dances mentioned in the books....below are a few that are mentioned... some only briefly. |
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