"CHAP-19" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 3 - The Queen Of Swords)THE QUEEN OF SWORDS! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Nineteen "You never should have come here," Lynn spoke softly to me as she closed the door behind herself, her dark eyes glowing into mine. I nodded,smiled in agreement! I shouldn't have come here! Not without an army at my back, a fleet of ships to take La Paz! I could see in my imagination the smoke rising now into the sky! The room was small, the window well barred despite the fact we were perhaps fifty feet or more above the rocks below the walls. In the distance I could see the sea, La Paz there before us now. "I am not noted for making `wise' decisions," I smiled back. Lynn had been instructed to "teach me" the "arts of the slave girl". Tara having felt it "wise" that I knew something of such! She had also wished for Lynn and I to put on a "show" together!!! Tara doubtlessly feeling that nothing she could do to me would be a greater "humiliation" than having me make love to a slave girl! To press my "royal lips" to the hairy sex of a mere slave girl! "I have kept `our secret'," Lynn whispered back in reply. I nodded, understanding. She was truly "brave" to have kept such from one like Tara. The Princess would have been "delighted" to have "learned" such about me. About the fact that I was actually the daughter of a Lorr Servitor, and an illegitimate bastard to boot! Not that I supposed it really "mattered" that much now!!! "It hardly matters anymore," I smiled back at her, reaching out, tousling her hair as a sign of affection as I used to do. "You are still my mistress," she then said softly to me. "We are `equals' now, I fear," I smiled back at her. "You will always still be my Empress," she answered. "Let us hope for early rescue then," I smiled back. "Tara has to get us to Mexico," Lynn smiled in reply. "And there is Lorraine," I nodded, giving her a warm smile. "I love you, mistress," Lynn spoke softly to me. I nodded. "Just as long as I don't have to `do' Tara," I smiled back. "Pray to Lys that you are `spared' that fate," Lynn smiled. She didn't "elaborate" and I didn't ask further just then either! "You are `more' to me than just one of my slaves," I said. "I will make myself as `clean' as possible," she smiled. "Let us `discuss' something else," I smiled back at her. "There is no hope of escape from here," Lynn answered. "I am of the Warrioresses," I laughed softly in turn. "I suspect Tara is `aware' of that," Lynn warned me. "You would `please' any man `lucky' enough to have you," Lynn said to me as she guided me in one of the slave dances that I would be expected to "perform" there before Tara's men at arms. "There's only one man I'd like to `please'," I smiled back. Lynn of course knew "who" he was, as I had spoken of him before. "Unfortunately he is a long ways from here," Lynn commented. "One can of course `dream'," I smiled back at her, drying myself. I hoped that Tara would be "pleased". Not for myself, but for Lynn's sake as I had no doubt that the Princess would "take it out" on Lynn if she was in the least displeased with me! "There is always hope," Lynn smiled, her eyes meeting mine. "Life would have `little to offer' without it," I smiled. "When the `time' comes, I will `do' what I can," she said. ***************************************************************** "You didn't sleep as long as I thought you would," Sanda Ta- len commented with a welcoming smile as Sharon came walking into her office there in the royal Palace of Trelandar in the late af- ternoon. A smile and a nod my Princess' only reply as she walked to a window and looked out over the great capital city of Trella spreading out below. The city built just south of the ruins of Los Angeles which lie to the north of Trelandar's capital city. It is said that the ruins now house that which is not "natural". Lorraine relates in her book that she once saw such a creature. A creature that was "something" like a man crossed with a garth. "I worry about Darlanis," Sharon answered in quiet tones as Sanda busied herself with the day to day tasks of running Trelan- dar. The dark haired Scribe capable and competent at her work. Much of such work being almost "second nature" to her now. Sanda being as Lorraine had once said, "a capable and competent woman". "She has impressed me as being quite `capable' of handling herself in `tight' situations," Sanda smiled back in return. The Prime Minister of Trelandar well aware of my "adventures" the year before when I "bested" the forces of Tara there in Porlan. "She takes too little `concern' for her own safety," Sharon spoke, staring out the window at the city below, a few ships at anchor there in the harbor now waiting for escort due to the ac- tivities of the Swiftstar, now being used as a commerce raider. The massive hulls of the three schooners were almost completed. Each a hundred and thirty five feet at the waterline, with ninety foot masts. They would be classified as "first rates" in the Im- perial Navy, although their "status" at the moment was still not set, the ships technically being a part of Lorraine's own fleet. "I could say the same for Lorraine, but women such as those two look upon such things differently than you or I would, I sup- pose," Sanda smiled, getting up, walking over, and putting her arm affectionately around the golden haired Imperial Princess. A lovely pair of young azure eyes for a moment then meeting hers... ***************************************************************** "Excellent, Darlanis," Lynn said to me as the guard pulled his clothing back on. "You have the making of an excellent slave girl." I was glad she thought so, as I hadn't cared too much for what I had just done. I prefer to have a choice as to who "uses" me. I had been "taken" like an animal, with no regard for my feelings. "Rape" was perhaps the best term, although legally I was an animal and thus could not be "raped" any more than a dog. I felt "used", dirty, abused from what had just been done to me. "I'm `glad' that you think so," I muttered, more to myself than her. I reflected upon the concept that there had been times that I had assigned Lynn to a man without any thought as to what her own feelings had been about the matter. Thinking no more of it really than I would have thought of assigning someone a uni- corn to ride. Lorraine had once called me a "user". I had no doubts now that she had been right. I had often "used" people for my own personal ends with no thoughts for their own feelings! "Are you a `rebellious' slave?" Lynn challenged me, having no doubt overhead my muttered comment to myself. I shook my head in the negative, well aware of what could be done to me by Lynn's mistress! I had already had a "taste" of such there in the cage! Lynn of course being "forced" to speak so with the guard present! Such was a part of the "role" that we had agreed she would play! "No mistress," I answered, kneeling, bowing my head to her. "That's good, because next time you will use your mouth," Lynn told me. "And you will also `swallow' when the time comes." "Do you enjoy seeing me humiliated like this?" I asked her. I was putting on this "act" for the guard's "benefit", of course. "I am merely carrying out Princess Tara's orders," Lynn said to me. "Another would not be as `understanding' of you as I am." I hoped that such would get back to Tara. Lynn and I had spoken. An "understanding" had been reached. I hoped it might "fool" the Bajan Princess into that moment of "carelessness" that we needed! ***************************************************************** "Darlanis has told me that you are her actual true mother," Sharon said as Aurora ushered her into her richly furnished of- fice there at the embassy in Trella. Those beautiful jade green eyes of the Lorr Servitor for an instant burning hot into her own as Aurora quietly nodded in affirmation. The "activities" of her famous daughter being of course well known to the Martian woman. Aurora like any mother having taken considerable pride in "such"! My more recent activities having pleased her more than my earlier ones when I had behaved more like some bloodthirsty "barbarian".* * I refer the reader to comments here that Aurora made to Lor- raine when my Warlady was on Mars recovering from her injuries. "And now she is `in trouble' and you wish my help," Aurora smiled in reply, well aware of "what" had been going on in La Paz in the past few days. Lorraine's making of nitroglycerine being something that "worried" the yet beautiful older blonde woman. Not so much because she had any "concern" for Tara, but because she feared what the Lorr Triad might do to Lorraine if they ever learned of it. Especially now, when it was nearing the time that the women of Mars would make their "strike" for their "freedom"! "I know how she's `hurt' you, but I think you tried to be as `good' a mother to her as any woman could be," Sharon replied, well aware that Lorraine herself had done much the "same thing". "Tara has unfortunately done nothing to warrant an investi- gation of her `activities' by us," Aurora answered softly, seat- ing herself beside the lovely teenage Imperial Princess. "I also fear now that Lorraine may have `gone too far' with her own vio- lations of THE EDICT for `such' to be further now `tolerated' if word of her `activities' ever reaches the antennae of the TRIAD." "There's nothing you can 'do'?" Sharon pleaded, the tone of her young voice betraying the "disappointment" that she felt now. She had hoped, a futile hope, she thought now, that Aurora might have the power to force Tara to "release" Darlanis, if she lived! "Not `officially'," Aurora smiled back, giving Sharon a wink that made the teenage blonde smile with renewed "hope". "But I'm not without `resources' of my own," Aurora assured the Princess. "And it is perhaps `time' that I took a `part' in such matters." "In Darlanis' absence I am now legally the Empress of Cali- fornia, I believe," Sharon said to Sanda Talen as the two shared dinner with a yet bed-ridden Lorraine there at Trella's hospital. "I believe so," the recovering wounded Queen of Trelandar answered with a grim smile, her dark glistening eyes glowing up into the beautiful azure sky-blue of Sharon's. "Although techni- cally I am your `regent' until you reach the age of eighteen." "Then I think that it is perhaps time that we made some preparations for a war against Princess Tara," Sharon said in low tones. Lorraine nodding in agreement much to Sanda Talen's hor- ror at the thought of what such a war might bring in its wake! "And face the fact that Tara may have captured Darlanis," Lorraine answered. The two having waited long enough for me to return from Triskelion before finally taking off for Trelandar. "I spoke to Aurora and she doesn't `approve' of your nitro- glycerine," Sharon answered in reply. Lorraine nodding, giving her step daughter a grim smile in reply. There were "other weap- ons" that might be used against Tara. She was still the Warlady of California! It would take time, however, to transport a full Imperial Legion to the area. To bring against Tara "forces" that even she could not withstand. To lay a siege to Tara's castle. "We will have to declare war against Tara," Lorraine spoke. "And `thousands' will die for the life of one woman," Sanda breathed in low tones, her dark eyes meeting those of the others. That was assuming that Tara didn't just slit my throat then too! "If you were of a different caste you would understand," the Warlady smiled back. Sanda was of the Scribes, a "bookish" lot. Not of the Caste of Warrioresses as Queen Lorraine of Trelandar. "Those who live by the sword shall perish by it," Sanda an- swered, quoting a writer whose name was now lost in past history. "We all die," Lorraine answered. "It is what we do while we are alive that counts." Sharon smiled to herself. Sanda, while a smart woman, was no mental match for the famous fighting woman of the 20th Century, whose genius level I.Q. of 160 gave her awe- some mental abilities to match those she possessed with a sword! THE QUEEN OF SWORDS! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Nineteen "You never should have come here," Lynn spoke softly to me as she closed the door behind herself, her dark eyes glowing into mine. I nodded,smiled in agreement! I shouldn't have come here! Not without an army at my back, a fleet of ships to take La Paz! I could see in my imagination the smoke rising now into the sky! The room was small, the window well barred despite the fact we were perhaps fifty feet or more above the rocks below the walls. In the distance I could see the sea, La Paz there before us now. "I am not noted for making `wise' decisions," I smiled back. Lynn had been instructed to "teach me" the "arts of the slave girl". Tara having felt it "wise" that I knew something of such! She had also wished for Lynn and I to put on a "show" together!!! Tara doubtlessly feeling that nothing she could do to me would be a greater "humiliation" than having me make love to a slave girl! To press my "royal lips" to the hairy sex of a mere slave girl! "I have kept `our secret'," Lynn whispered back in reply. I nodded, understanding. She was truly "brave" to have kept such from one like Tara. The Princess would have been "delighted" to have "learned" such about me. About the fact that I was actually the daughter of a Lorr Servitor, and an illegitimate bastard to boot! Not that I supposed it really "mattered" that much now!!! "It hardly matters anymore," I smiled back at her, reaching out, tousling her hair as a sign of affection as I used to do. "You are still my mistress," she then said softly to me. "We are `equals' now, I fear," I smiled back at her. "You will always still be my Empress," she answered. "Let us hope for early rescue then," I smiled back. "Tara has to get us to Mexico," Lynn smiled in reply. "And there is Lorraine," I nodded, giving her a warm smile. "I love you, mistress," Lynn spoke softly to me. I nodded. "Just as long as I don't have to `do' Tara," I smiled back. "Pray to Lys that you are `spared' that fate," Lynn smiled. She didn't "elaborate" and I didn't ask further just then either! "You are `more' to me than just one of my slaves," I said. "I will make myself as `clean' as possible," she smiled. "Let us `discuss' something else," I smiled back at her. "There is no hope of escape from here," Lynn answered. "I am of the Warrioresses," I laughed softly in turn. "I suspect Tara is `aware' of that," Lynn warned me. "You would `please' any man `lucky' enough to have you," Lynn said to me as she guided me in one of the slave dances that I would be expected to "perform" there before Tara's men at arms. "There's only one man I'd like to `please'," I smiled back. Lynn of course knew "who" he was, as I had spoken of him before. "Unfortunately he is a long ways from here," Lynn commented. "One can of course `dream'," I smiled back at her, drying myself. I hoped that Tara would be "pleased". Not for myself, but for Lynn's sake as I had no doubt that the Princess would "take it out" on Lynn if she was in the least displeased with me! "There is always hope," Lynn smiled, her eyes meeting mine. "Life would have `little to offer' without it," I smiled. "When the `time' comes, I will `do' what I can," she said. ***************************************************************** "You didn't sleep as long as I thought you would," Sanda Ta- len commented with a welcoming smile as Sharon came walking into her office there in the royal Palace of Trelandar in the late af- ternoon. A smile and a nod my Princess' only reply as she walked to a window and looked out over the great capital city of Trella spreading out below. The city built just south of the ruins of Los Angeles which lie to the north of Trelandar's capital city. It is said that the ruins now house that which is not "natural". Lorraine relates in her book that she once saw such a creature. A creature that was "something" like a man crossed with a garth. "I worry about Darlanis," Sharon answered in quiet tones as Sanda busied herself with the day to day tasks of running Trelan- dar. The dark haired Scribe capable and competent at her work. Much of such work being almost "second nature" to her now. Sanda being as Lorraine had once said, "a capable and competent woman". "She has impressed me as being quite `capable' of handling herself in `tight' situations," Sanda smiled back in return. The Prime Minister of Trelandar well aware of my "adventures" the year before when I "bested" the forces of Tara there in Porlan. "She takes too little `concern' for her own safety," Sharon spoke, staring out the window at the city below, a few ships at anchor there in the harbor now waiting for escort due to the ac- tivities of the Swiftstar, now being used as a commerce raider. The massive hulls of the three schooners were almost completed. Each a hundred and thirty five feet at the waterline, with ninety foot masts. They would be classified as "first rates" in the Im- perial Navy, although their "status" at the moment was still not set, the ships technically being a part of Lorraine's own fleet. "I could say the same for Lorraine, but women such as those two look upon such things differently than you or I would, I sup- pose," Sanda smiled, getting up, walking over, and putting her arm affectionately around the golden haired Imperial Princess. A lovely pair of young azure eyes for a moment then meeting hers... ***************************************************************** "Excellent, Darlanis," Lynn said to me as the guard pulled his clothing back on. "You have the making of an excellent slave girl." I was glad she thought so, as I hadn't cared too much for what I had just done. I prefer to have a choice as to who "uses" me. I had been "taken" like an animal, with no regard for my feelings. "Rape" was perhaps the best term, although legally I was an animal and thus could not be "raped" any more than a dog. I felt "used", dirty, abused from what had just been done to me. "I'm `glad' that you think so," I muttered, more to myself than her. I reflected upon the concept that there had been times that I had assigned Lynn to a man without any thought as to what her own feelings had been about the matter. Thinking no more of it really than I would have thought of assigning someone a uni- corn to ride. Lorraine had once called me a "user". I had no doubts now that she had been right. I had often "used" people for my own personal ends with no thoughts for their own feelings! "Are you a `rebellious' slave?" Lynn challenged me, having no doubt overhead my muttered comment to myself. I shook my head in the negative, well aware of what could be done to me by Lynn's mistress! I had already had a "taste" of such there in the cage! Lynn of course being "forced" to speak so with the guard present! Such was a part of the "role" that we had agreed she would play! "No mistress," I answered, kneeling, bowing my head to her. "That's good, because next time you will use your mouth," Lynn told me. "And you will also `swallow' when the time comes." "Do you enjoy seeing me humiliated like this?" I asked her. I was putting on this "act" for the guard's "benefit", of course. "I am merely carrying out Princess Tara's orders," Lynn said to me. "Another would not be as `understanding' of you as I am." I hoped that such would get back to Tara. Lynn and I had spoken. An "understanding" had been reached. I hoped it might "fool" the Bajan Princess into that moment of "carelessness" that we needed! ***************************************************************** "Darlanis has told me that you are her actual true mother," Sharon said as Aurora ushered her into her richly furnished of- fice there at the embassy in Trella. Those beautiful jade green eyes of the Lorr Servitor for an instant burning hot into her own as Aurora quietly nodded in affirmation. The "activities" of her famous daughter being of course well known to the Martian woman. Aurora like any mother having taken considerable pride in "such"! My more recent activities having pleased her more than my earlier ones when I had behaved more like some bloodthirsty "barbarian".* * I refer the reader to comments here that Aurora made to Lor- raine when my Warlady was on Mars recovering from her injuries. "And now she is `in trouble' and you wish my help," Aurora smiled in reply, well aware of "what" had been going on in La Paz in the past few days. Lorraine's making of nitroglycerine being something that "worried" the yet beautiful older blonde woman. Not so much because she had any "concern" for Tara, but because she feared what the Lorr Triad might do to Lorraine if they ever learned of it. Especially now, when it was nearing the time that the women of Mars would make their "strike" for their "freedom"! "I know how she's `hurt' you, but I think you tried to be as `good' a mother to her as any woman could be," Sharon replied, well aware that Lorraine herself had done much the "same thing". "Tara has unfortunately done nothing to warrant an investi- gation of her `activities' by us," Aurora answered softly, seat- ing herself beside the lovely teenage Imperial Princess. "I also fear now that Lorraine may have `gone too far' with her own vio- lations of THE EDICT for `such' to be further now `tolerated' if word of her `activities' ever reaches the antennae of the TRIAD." "There's nothing you can 'do'?" Sharon pleaded, the tone of her young voice betraying the "disappointment" that she felt now. She had hoped, a futile hope, she thought now, that Aurora might have the power to force Tara to "release" Darlanis, if she lived! "Not `officially'," Aurora smiled back, giving Sharon a wink that made the teenage blonde smile with renewed "hope". "But I'm not without `resources' of my own," Aurora assured the Princess. "And it is perhaps `time' that I took a `part' in such matters." "In Darlanis' absence I am now legally the Empress of Cali- fornia, I believe," Sharon said to Sanda Talen as the two shared dinner with a yet bed-ridden Lorraine there at Trella's hospital. "I believe so," the recovering wounded Queen of Trelandar answered with a grim smile, her dark glistening eyes glowing up into the beautiful azure sky-blue of Sharon's. "Although techni- cally I am your `regent' until you reach the age of eighteen." "Then I think that it is perhaps time that we made some preparations for a war against Princess Tara," Sharon said in low tones. Lorraine nodding in agreement much to Sanda Talen's hor- ror at the thought of what such a war might bring in its wake! "And face the fact that Tara may have captured Darlanis," Lorraine answered. The two having waited long enough for me to return from Triskelion before finally taking off for Trelandar. "I spoke to Aurora and she doesn't `approve' of your nitro- glycerine," Sharon answered in reply. Lorraine nodding, giving her step daughter a grim smile in reply. There were "other weap- ons" that might be used against Tara. She was still the Warlady of California! It would take time, however, to transport a full Imperial Legion to the area. To bring against Tara "forces" that even she could not withstand. To lay a siege to Tara's castle. "We will have to declare war against Tara," Lorraine spoke. "And `thousands' will die for the life of one woman," Sanda breathed in low tones, her dark eyes meeting those of the others. That was assuming that Tara didn't just slit my throat then too! "If you were of a different caste you would understand," the Warlady smiled back. Sanda was of the Scribes, a "bookish" lot. Not of the Caste of Warrioresses as Queen Lorraine of Trelandar. "Those who live by the sword shall perish by it," Sanda an- swered, quoting a writer whose name was now lost in past history. "We all die," Lorraine answered. "It is what we do while we are alive that counts." Sharon smiled to herself. Sanda, while a smart woman, was no mental match for the famous fighting woman of the 20th Century, whose genius level I.Q. of 160 gave her awe- some mental abilities to match those she possessed with a sword! |
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