The Ring
The Ring
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font-family:Tahoma\'>Drabble word – lunge:
12.0pt;font-family:Tahoma\'>Lunge, v. t.10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Tahoma\'> To
cause to go round in a ring, as a horse, while holding his halter.
12.0pt;font-family:Tahoma\'>n :mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Tahoma\'> the act of moving forward
suddenly - v : make a thrusting forward movement
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font-family:Tahoma\'>The Ring
I have been scrubbed,
oiled and fragranced with lavender. All of this, I am told, is to please my
Prince. My arms bear coils of gold above the elbow and strands of spun silver
and gold have been woven into the raven locks of my hair and the thick fur of
my tail. A fine powder has been sprinkled across my shoulders and back so there
is radiance to my skin that nearly sparkles.
Blindfolded and naked, I
await my final adornments. My tail flicks nervously at the commotion around me.
Footsteps shuffle on the stone floor, and whispered voices question one another
in seemingly astonished and urgent tones. My wrists and ankles are still bound
by leather and chains, and I swallow the feeling of panic that is rising in my
throat.
"Radditz,
is this Kakarrot?" a young voice questions.
"Yes," my groom
answers. "He has been prepared and is ready for The Ring. That is, other
than the items you carry now. Should I have one of the maidens ready him?"
"No," the young
voice responds excitedly. "Prince Vegeta has given strict orders that no
one touch him other than himself or his groom."
There is a pause as I hear footsteps approach me. "Here, you must ready
him yourself."
A wave of shock runs
through me as a large hand encircles my length. I feel it immediately swell
despite my fear. I think of my Prince, and that I must please him. It only
takes moments for my passion to reach its capacity. My groom’s hand removed, I
feel the coolness of metal as it is coiled around my length, my final
decoration.
"Fix the collar around
his neck and remove his blindfold," the young voice instructs.
"There, hand me his chain. The Prince has bid me to handle him
personally."
A leather bit is placed in
my mouth and I am led from the grooming chambers into the Court. I am in awe at
the sheer size of this room, my tail sways apprehensively behind me. The Page
brings me to the center of a large ring centered before the King and Queen. I
see my Prince for the first time. He is more beautiful than any portrait I have
seen.
A whip cracks and I feel a
sting on my buttocks. "Lunge!" the Page commands. I move forward
quickly to escape a second crack of the whip. I am forced to keep a quick pace
as I am led around the ring several times, my Prince’s gaze never leaving me.
"That’s enough,"
the Queen commands. "I see why this one has you so smitten, Vegeta."
"Yes, Mother,"
he answers as a small smirk graces his features.
"You have my
approval," she says with a wave of her hand, "You may take him now,
if you wish."
With a nod, I am given to
my Prince. His hand runs down the length of my tail as he whispers, "Yes,
I think I will take you now."