"2566-19" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bigge Jerome - Warlady 4 - 2566 Ad)2566 A.D.! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Nineteen "A little more `roomier' than mine," I smiled, seating my- self on the cushions there beneath the North Star's stern windows and tucking the flowing long black silk dress I wore about my- self. The ship gently rolling in the swells. I found the North Star an excellent design, sort of a "compromise" between ships such as the Squala and the Huntress. Somewhat like the light naval frigates of the Eighteenth Century. Maris' "taste" in fur- nishings was rather "spartan" however, I noted. Nothing like the "luxury" that Darlanis usually surrounded herself with. This was a capable, competent fighting Queen, perhaps a feminine "Nelson"! "I'm sorry, but my slave girl was killed in the battle," Ma- ris smiled. I nodded to Yvette, who opened up the wicker basket she had brought from Huntress. Maris at least did have a well stocked wine cabinet, although I had taken the precaution of bringing my own too! It had taken both Maris and Yvette to get me down into the longboat with my bad leg the way that it was. I had found Maris surprisingly "capable", "competent" at such too!* * I "like" Maris in a way, although I don't have as high an opin- ion of her as Darlanis does, for example. Maris is the sort that back in my own time would have been called a "gold-digger". (LR) "I understand how you must feel," I answered, watching Yvette fill my glass. Maris reminded me of Darlanis, both in her face, figure, and her own personal mannerisms. She had once been my "property" and had worn the slave collar. I had earlier won- dered what had so terrified her of me that she had taken the "risks" that she had to escape by a small sailboat all the way to Dularn. The voyage had however made her quite famous! She is the author of a book detailing her adventures. My "role" in it as you might imagine here is not very "flattering" either!!! I had picked up a copy of it there in Sarn before I had left too. It had been very "interesting" reading, let me also mention here! I had also learned things about Maris I'd never known about too! Maris and I have "conversed" twice now, sharing our feelings as fighting women. We are not "friends", but we do share the same caste, and we are of course are "interlinked" through Gayle. It is through this means that I have reconstructed certain parts of this book so that you, my readers, might better "understand". I have also tried to show Maris' thoughts as accurately as I can. "I could never force a woman to `do' to me what I was told yours are required to do to you," Maris suddenly spoke, her eyes holding mine. She had been told that she was to be my personal slave and that she would be required to "service" me whenever I wished! This is why few slave girls ever wish to be sold to a "mistress". A lot of women who own slaves do however allow them to use their fingers to give them sexual release, which is of course more pleasant for the girl. This is generally done while the "mistress" lies on her stomach and the slave stands at her side with a hand up between her legs. The "mistress" can then entertain erotic fantasies while the girl uses her fingers and thumb to give the "mistress" sexual release. A well "trained" girl will also suggest erotic fantasies for the "mistress" to think about while this is all going on. Most women are "bi" enough that being so "handed" by another woman isn't too "offen- sive" to them. The use of "fingers" is the most common way too that two women will make love, at least in my own knowledge of it. It is also a good way for a man to give a woman repeated or- gasms. I used to "counsel" married couples in such matters back in Los Angeles. Things really haven't changed that much either! The book, "A KEY TO A WOMAN'S HEART" is a bit too "exotic" for my taste, I might mention here, althought it is of course "popular". "And that was why you fled my estates," I smiled back, re- calling what she had written in her book about me. What she had been "told" about me. The "lies" she had been told. I had no doubts either as to "who" the "guilty party" was either now! Sanda Talen had no doubt felt it justified considering that Maris had utilized her own beauty, her "blondness" for her own benefit! Maris' book of course makes her look quite "innocent" of any pos- sible wrong doing, which is not how things actually "were" then. I would "respect" Maris far more if she was "truthful" about it! Maris being the sort of a woman who "uses" her sexual attractive- ness for her own advantage without any thought of anyone else! Darlanis will do the same, so Maris isn't the only one at fault! "I know its common enough, but I find it `disgusting'," the young Queen answered, Maris apparently having an unreasoning hor- ror of lesbians, which isn't that unusual in cultures like hers. In her book she accuses me of being "one", and also states that I had picked her out to be my personal slave which is partly true. The rest of what she writes about me (SHE HARDLY KNEW ME) is just simply "bullshit" and nothing else. I didn't strip her, or ever "do" anything to her as a matter of fact but ask her a few simple "questions" about Dularn and about her "treatment" on the estate. "It's common enough on Mars, I understand," I smiled back. While I do have such "feelings" at times towards other women, I have never actually allowed myself to succumb to them, being well aware of the consequences of being so "caught"! In any case I never considered Maris as a fit "lover" for myself! The closest I ever "came" to "something" like this was with Lana. "Love" be- tween two women is often less "sexual" than what is "thought".* * Two women can have a "relationship" without having sex with each other. One can become extremely "close" without having sex. This is the sort of a "relationship" that I have with Darlanis. "Let's change the subject to something else," Maris smiled. "I'm not in a position to make a `deal'," I said to her. "You remind me a bit of Princess Tara," Maris commented. "I do not care to be `compared' to her," I snapped back. "You are `hard', `ruthless' like she is," Maris answered. I supposed it was "true" in a way, although Tara is "cruel", and I am not. I do not "delight" in the suffering of others. She did. "You are the one committing `aggression' against us," I told her. "We did not `attack' you despite whatever you think." This has been "written up" in Darlanis' book and there is no need here to go further into it. Princess Tara's own part in this is quite well known. That of Darl Jord is also "known" now from records Tara kept. "Records" that Jers turned over to Darlanis and me. "Darlanis is well known for her `trickery'," Maris ventured, sipping at her wine, her eyes burning straight into mine. She was trying to "provoke" me, but not having any success as yet. I decided that I did not like Gayle's older sister either too much! She certainly wasn't "anything" like my lovely Princess, I mused. "Darlanis did everything she could to `avoid' this war," I said. "And if you remember, you were the one who started this." "After your raiders launched attacks on us," Maris smiled. "Those ships were Princess Tara's, not ours," I retorted. "`So' you say," Maris smiled, sipping at her wine. Yvette there to one side, her dark eyes first on me, and then on Maris. The gold of her slave collar gleaming there in the light from the stern windows. I could see the sea, the sky, clouds drifting by. The ship rolling gently on the swell, the rigging creaking as it did. I could hear the voices of men, their footsteps overhead. "Just order your ships back to Dularn and I'll order mine to return to California," I answered in level tones. I knew Jers would go along with that. What Darlanis "thought" made little difference here as she was not actually "involved" in the issue in this case since I was "legally" acting as a Bajan "privateer". "And the territory that California took from us in the last war?" Maris snapped back. I wondered "who" was advising her now? Unlike Darlanis, who is very well aware of her own "limitations", Maris is the sort who thinks that she is "smarter" than she is! I had no doubts either that Darl Jord had his "hand" in affairs! "You can discuss that with Darlanis," I suggested in reply. "She `listens' to you," Maris said to me. "Tell her that I am willing to consider any `reasonable' solution to this war." I had no doubts either "what" Maris considered to be "reasonable"! "I have spoken to her," I smiled back. "She will not `bend' on the issue of the `northern territories'." I suspected that I knew the "reason why" too. Darlanis had "lost" Trelandar to me. I suspected that she feared she would lose "face" if she gave the northern territories back to Dularn after the "price" in lives I knew the Empire of California had "paid" to get them from Dularn! "On the other hand, were you to agree to some sort of `alliance' with the Empire, I am sure Darlanis would give you the northern territories." I didn't think Maris would "bite", but I thought it worth the attempt. Maris at least was an "honorable" Queen.* * Maris is of the Warrioresses, and does keep the Codes. (LR) "Then Darlanis would have `everything." Maris retorted back. "It would be to your advantage to `consider it'," I replied. "I also understand that you possess certain `weapons' of your own," Maris smiled, her azure eyes glowing into mine as she sipped at her wine. She is a beautiful woman, but a "whore" too. The sort of a woman who would marry a man just to enrich herself! That is why Jon once said to me that she "belonged" in a collar! Maris having rejected him to go to bed with Darl Jord just in the hopes that he might someday marry her and make her a Princess!* * Maris of course has a different "viewpoint" of all this. (LR) "I could have destroyed the North Star," I answered her. I felt a tinge of pain in my thigh as I shifted my position. I do not have "good legs" and I thus prefer to wear my skirts "long". My leather trappings went well with the long flowing black silk. The cane that I was forced to use now close at hand on the bench. "The `Caste Codes'?" Maris ventured, crossing her legs. Nude, chained, locked in a slave girl's collar she'd bring about fifty gold crowns I "estimated". Perhaps sixty in a good market. She wore the tunic and hose of the Dularnian woman in deep blue. She is as I have said a beautiful woman, but with the "morals" of an "alley cat". Sort of a "blonde Princess Tara", but not cruel like Tara was. She is a popular Queen, and a good public speaker although I think Darlanis is "better" when it comes to doing it. A woman who considers herself "smarter" than she actually is too. "I consider them worth `keeping'," I answered her in reply. I found this "game" of "mental chess" delightful, especially as Maris was no match for me mentally. I may not be "beautiful", I suppose, but I do have a "good head on my shoulders" as they say! My I.Q. when tested back in the 20th Century was almost equal to that of Janet Rogers herself. That is probably why Aurora wants one of my ovums too. I would like to have a daughter, but I am not sure if I want her to be a perfect "duplicate" of me or not! "And my sister Gayle, how is she?" Maris then ventured now, changing the subject again. I was tired of arguing "politics". "Married to the Prince of Talon," I smiled back at Maris. "She will make him a good wife," Maris then smiled back. "I think it important that you write her," I said then. "You do `love' Gayle, don't you?" Maris smiled at me. "As much as if I had given birth to her," I smiled. "Perhaps she can come to Dularn," Maris ventured. "That is something to be discussed," I answered. 2566 A.D.! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Nineteen "A little more `roomier' than mine," I smiled, seating my- self on the cushions there beneath the North Star's stern windows and tucking the flowing long black silk dress I wore about my- self. The ship gently rolling in the swells. I found the North Star an excellent design, sort of a "compromise" between ships such as the Squala and the Huntress. Somewhat like the light naval frigates of the Eighteenth Century. Maris' "taste" in fur- nishings was rather "spartan" however, I noted. Nothing like the "luxury" that Darlanis usually surrounded herself with. This was a capable, competent fighting Queen, perhaps a feminine "Nelson"! "I'm sorry, but my slave girl was killed in the battle," Ma- ris smiled. I nodded to Yvette, who opened up the wicker basket she had brought from Huntress. Maris at least did have a well stocked wine cabinet, although I had taken the precaution of bringing my own too! It had taken both Maris and Yvette to get me down into the longboat with my bad leg the way that it was. I had found Maris surprisingly "capable", "competent" at such too!* * I "like" Maris in a way, although I don't have as high an opin- ion of her as Darlanis does, for example. Maris is the sort that back in my own time would have been called a "gold-digger". (LR) "I understand how you must feel," I answered, watching Yvette fill my glass. Maris reminded me of Darlanis, both in her face, figure, and her own personal mannerisms. She had once been my "property" and had worn the slave collar. I had earlier won- dered what had so terrified her of me that she had taken the "risks" that she had to escape by a small sailboat all the way to Dularn. The voyage had however made her quite famous! She is the author of a book detailing her adventures. My "role" in it as you might imagine here is not very "flattering" either!!! I had picked up a copy of it there in Sarn before I had left too. It had been very "interesting" reading, let me also mention here! I had also learned things about Maris I'd never known about too! Maris and I have "conversed" twice now, sharing our feelings as fighting women. We are not "friends", but we do share the same caste, and we are of course are "interlinked" through Gayle. It is through this means that I have reconstructed certain parts of this book so that you, my readers, might better "understand". I have also tried to show Maris' thoughts as accurately as I can. "I could never force a woman to `do' to me what I was told yours are required to do to you," Maris suddenly spoke, her eyes holding mine. She had been told that she was to be my personal slave and that she would be required to "service" me whenever I wished! This is why few slave girls ever wish to be sold to a "mistress". A lot of women who own slaves do however allow them to use their fingers to give them sexual release, which is of course more pleasant for the girl. This is generally done while the "mistress" lies on her stomach and the slave stands at her side with a hand up between her legs. The "mistress" can then entertain erotic fantasies while the girl uses her fingers and thumb to give the "mistress" sexual release. A well "trained" girl will also suggest erotic fantasies for the "mistress" to think about while this is all going on. Most women are "bi" enough that being so "handed" by another woman isn't too "offen- sive" to them. The use of "fingers" is the most common way too that two women will make love, at least in my own knowledge of it. It is also a good way for a man to give a woman repeated or- gasms. I used to "counsel" married couples in such matters back in Los Angeles. Things really haven't changed that much either! The book, "A KEY TO A WOMAN'S HEART" is a bit too "exotic" for my taste, I might mention here, althought it is of course "popular". "And that was why you fled my estates," I smiled back, re- calling what she had written in her book about me. What she had been "told" about me. The "lies" she had been told. I had no doubts either as to "who" the "guilty party" was either now! Sanda Talen had no doubt felt it justified considering that Maris had utilized her own beauty, her "blondness" for her own benefit! Maris' book of course makes her look quite "innocent" of any pos- sible wrong doing, which is not how things actually "were" then. I would "respect" Maris far more if she was "truthful" about it! Maris being the sort of a woman who "uses" her sexual attractive- ness for her own advantage without any thought of anyone else! Darlanis will do the same, so Maris isn't the only one at fault! "I know its common enough, but I find it `disgusting'," the young Queen answered, Maris apparently having an unreasoning hor- ror of lesbians, which isn't that unusual in cultures like hers. In her book she accuses me of being "one", and also states that I had picked her out to be my personal slave which is partly true. The rest of what she writes about me (SHE HARDLY KNEW ME) is just simply "bullshit" and nothing else. I didn't strip her, or ever "do" anything to her as a matter of fact but ask her a few simple "questions" about Dularn and about her "treatment" on the estate. "It's common enough on Mars, I understand," I smiled back. While I do have such "feelings" at times towards other women, I have never actually allowed myself to succumb to them, being well aware of the consequences of being so "caught"! In any case I never considered Maris as a fit "lover" for myself! The closest I ever "came" to "something" like this was with Lana. "Love" be- tween two women is often less "sexual" than what is "thought".* * Two women can have a "relationship" without having sex with each other. One can become extremely "close" without having sex. This is the sort of a "relationship" that I have with Darlanis. "Let's change the subject to something else," Maris smiled. "I'm not in a position to make a `deal'," I said to her. "You remind me a bit of Princess Tara," Maris commented. "I do not care to be `compared' to her," I snapped back. "You are `hard', `ruthless' like she is," Maris answered. I supposed it was "true" in a way, although Tara is "cruel", and I am not. I do not "delight" in the suffering of others. She did. "You are the one committing `aggression' against us," I told her. "We did not `attack' you despite whatever you think." This has been "written up" in Darlanis' book and there is no need here to go further into it. Princess Tara's own part in this is quite well known. That of Darl Jord is also "known" now from records Tara kept. "Records" that Jers turned over to Darlanis and me. "Darlanis is well known for her `trickery'," Maris ventured, sipping at her wine, her eyes burning straight into mine. She was trying to "provoke" me, but not having any success as yet. I decided that I did not like Gayle's older sister either too much! She certainly wasn't "anything" like my lovely Princess, I mused. "Darlanis did everything she could to `avoid' this war," I said. "And if you remember, you were the one who started this." "After your raiders launched attacks on us," Maris smiled. "Those ships were Princess Tara's, not ours," I retorted. "`So' you say," Maris smiled, sipping at her wine. Yvette there to one side, her dark eyes first on me, and then on Maris. The gold of her slave collar gleaming there in the light from the stern windows. I could see the sea, the sky, clouds drifting by. The ship rolling gently on the swell, the rigging creaking as it did. I could hear the voices of men, their footsteps overhead. "Just order your ships back to Dularn and I'll order mine to return to California," I answered in level tones. I knew Jers would go along with that. What Darlanis "thought" made little difference here as she was not actually "involved" in the issue in this case since I was "legally" acting as a Bajan "privateer". "And the territory that California took from us in the last war?" Maris snapped back. I wondered "who" was advising her now? Unlike Darlanis, who is very well aware of her own "limitations", Maris is the sort who thinks that she is "smarter" than she is! I had no doubts either that Darl Jord had his "hand" in affairs! "You can discuss that with Darlanis," I suggested in reply. "She `listens' to you," Maris said to me. "Tell her that I am willing to consider any `reasonable' solution to this war." I had no doubts either "what" Maris considered to be "reasonable"! "I have spoken to her," I smiled back. "She will not `bend' on the issue of the `northern territories'." I suspected that I knew the "reason why" too. Darlanis had "lost" Trelandar to me. I suspected that she feared she would lose "face" if she gave the northern territories back to Dularn after the "price" in lives I knew the Empire of California had "paid" to get them from Dularn! "On the other hand, were you to agree to some sort of `alliance' with the Empire, I am sure Darlanis would give you the northern territories." I didn't think Maris would "bite", but I thought it worth the attempt. Maris at least was an "honorable" Queen.* * Maris is of the Warrioresses, and does keep the Codes. (LR) "Then Darlanis would have `everything." Maris retorted back. "It would be to your advantage to `consider it'," I replied. "I also understand that you possess certain `weapons' of your own," Maris smiled, her azure eyes glowing into mine as she sipped at her wine. She is a beautiful woman, but a "whore" too. The sort of a woman who would marry a man just to enrich herself! That is why Jon once said to me that she "belonged" in a collar! Maris having rejected him to go to bed with Darl Jord just in the hopes that he might someday marry her and make her a Princess!* * Maris of course has a different "viewpoint" of all this. (LR) "I could have destroyed the North Star," I answered her. I felt a tinge of pain in my thigh as I shifted my position. I do not have "good legs" and I thus prefer to wear my skirts "long". My leather trappings went well with the long flowing black silk. The cane that I was forced to use now close at hand on the bench. "The `Caste Codes'?" Maris ventured, crossing her legs. Nude, chained, locked in a slave girl's collar she'd bring about fifty gold crowns I "estimated". Perhaps sixty in a good market. She wore the tunic and hose of the Dularnian woman in deep blue. She is as I have said a beautiful woman, but with the "morals" of an "alley cat". Sort of a "blonde Princess Tara", but not cruel like Tara was. She is a popular Queen, and a good public speaker although I think Darlanis is "better" when it comes to doing it. A woman who considers herself "smarter" than she actually is too. "I consider them worth `keeping'," I answered her in reply. I found this "game" of "mental chess" delightful, especially as Maris was no match for me mentally. I may not be "beautiful", I suppose, but I do have a "good head on my shoulders" as they say! My I.Q. when tested back in the 20th Century was almost equal to that of Janet Rogers herself. That is probably why Aurora wants one of my ovums too. I would like to have a daughter, but I am not sure if I want her to be a perfect "duplicate" of me or not! "And my sister Gayle, how is she?" Maris then ventured now, changing the subject again. I was tired of arguing "politics". "Married to the Prince of Talon," I smiled back at Maris. "She will make him a good wife," Maris then smiled back. "I think it important that you write her," I said then. "You do `love' Gayle, don't you?" Maris smiled at me. "As much as if I had given birth to her," I smiled. "Perhaps she can come to Dularn," Maris ventured. "That is something to be discussed," I answered. |
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