In Second Life Tay Susanti was a She-Urt:
"I stopped on the walkway. Ahead, some yards, was a girl dark-haired, lying on her belly on the walkway, reaching with her hand down to the canal, to fish out edible garbage. She was barefoot, and wore a brief, brown rag. I did not think she was a slave. Some free girls, runaways, vagabonds, girls of no family or position, live about port cities, scavenging as they can, begging, stealing, sleeping at night in crates and under bridges and piers. They are called the she-urts of the wharves. Every once in a while there is a move to have them rounded up and collared but it seldom comes to anything. EXPLORERS OF GOR-, Page 47"
Like any free woman in Gor, Tay was alway vulnerable to the possibility of enslavement. Possibly, as a she-urt, more vulnerable than most. The backstory of Tay Susanti begins ....
(Tay left Second Life in November 2008. At times she sneaks back and updates her stories - enjoy.)
"I stopped on the walkway. Ahead, some yards, was a girl dark-haired, lying on her belly on the walkway, reaching with her hand down to the canal, to fish out edible garbage. She was barefoot, and wore a brief, brown rag. I did not think she was a slave. Some free girls, runaways, vagabonds, girls of no family or position, live about port cities, scavenging as they can, begging, stealing, sleeping at night in crates and under bridges and piers. They are called the she-urts of the wharves. Every once in a while there is a move to have them rounded up and collared but it seldom comes to anything. EXPLORERS OF GOR-, Page 47"
Like any free woman in Gor, Tay was alway vulnerable to the possibility of enslavement. Possibly, as a she-urt, more vulnerable than most. The backstory of Tay Susanti begins ....
(Tay left Second Life in November 2008. At times she sneaks back and updates her stories - enjoy.)
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Forgot about this blog - I painted Tay about a year ago - well a modernised version www.mervynbeamishartist.com
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