"CHAP-27" - 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 Twenty Seven "You don't look too good yourself," I retorted with a smile. It was plain that he had been in a fight from his bleeding cuts. "You are still as beautiful as ever," he said, gazing at me. I was rather "disheveled" just then and not really at my best. Bloody, sweaty, my tiara somewhere there in the sand around me. A sword in one hand, a dagger in the other. Dead men about me. "I do have other desirable `qualities' besides my beauty," I smiled back at him. I was the Empress of California. I was also "good" in a fight, although he had probably already noticed that! "You were planning to visit us?" he asked, his men smiling among themselves as they "admired" me standing there before them. My dress concealing little of my excellent 5'10" 38-27-39 figure. I might also note here that the dress is "worth" about a hundred crowns! It is somewhat similar in design to a chain link armor, and "clings" well, the hem falling to about the middle of my thighs. It was originally "lined", but I was wearing it "bare" with only my nipple clips and a brief strap on now underneath it. Such allowed one to see just a "hint" of "skin" there underneath! "I was planning to do more than that," I smiled back at him. "We could use the `friendship' of the Empire," he commented. I recalled what Lorraine had told about their "losses" against the Empire of Mexico, and it was also obvious too that they were now in the midst of a war with the Montanas there to the north! "I'm offering you more than just `friendship'," I laughed, leaning back against the plane. The odor of alcohol was strong. My eyes burning into his as he nodded. He knew what I had meant! "I even learned to read and write," Prince Serak laughed. I recalled the "comment" I had once made about his lacking of such. I had made a number of other "cracks" back then, none flattering. He had "retorted" that I needed a man to put me over his knee and give me the good spanking I "deserved" for being such so bitchy! "Those are desirable `qualities' in a Prince-Consort," I said, "taking the bull by the horns" so to say. I wasn't in the mood to "play games". I wanted to know how he felt about me now! "I would have preferred a more `feminine' wife, but I guess you'll have to do," Prince Serak answered, stepping up to me now. Taking me in his strong arms, kissing me there before everyone!!! "I've never had a woman `propose' to me before," he said to me, running his hand over the interiors of my thighs as I checked the damage the airplane had suffered. The propeller was beyond hope, but the punctured wing tank was repairable perhaps in Vegas given the proper materials. However, without a propeller, the airplane was useless, although Serak thought that his people might be able to carve one out of wood, of which I had my doubts! "And if you keep touching me like that I'm going to do more than just `propose' to you," I warned him, feeling the sexual ex- citement growing there up between my thighs, the hot oils wetting my silken strap where it pressed against my freshly shaved sex. Lys! I was as "juicy" as any slave girl waiting for her master! "That might be `interesting'," he teased me, reaching higher up to caress me there beneath my provocatively short golden mesh dress. His men watching us, poking each other, laughing softly. Nevadas often have rather "risque" senses of humor about such. I have watched them "tease" slave girls, "flirt" with free women. "I'm not an easy woman to `satisfy'," I warned him back. I am quite capable of matching almost any woman but Jers' own Lara! "We'll tow this to Vegas and repair it there," he answered, changing the subject, although not his own intimate "attentions" to me which I found to be quite "distracting" to say the least. I was so sexually aroused now that I was practically "dripping". "Like to take a `walk' with me," I suggested, eying a grove of trees where we might just find a little "privacy" for a while. "I once heard that Dularnian women are `frigid'," Serak said to me, picking bits of grass from my now sweaty bare naked form. Our "union" had swift, hungry, our "lusts" strong, "impatient". His lip was still yet bleeding from where I had bitten him then! He had also "warmed" my "behind" just a bit to teach me a lesson! I found it extremely erotic to be so "spanked" out in the "open"! "Then you are lucky that I'm `Californian'," I smiled back. Reaching up to him, my body his to use, to enjoy as he wished it. Women such as myself are extremely rare in Nevada territories. I hoped this time we might be a bit "easier" on each other as I wrapped my legs around his naked body, holding him to me so that I might be more deeply penetrated. More completely "filled" now. It was just as well that I had left Sharon in Sarn. This was a "part" of my life that it was best that she didn't see me doing!! "I see I am going to have sell Pussycat," Serak said to me. Pussycat being his lovely provocative slave girl of many years. A delight that I once considered more some "female animal" than a woman. Small, dark haired, dark eyed, with a reddish-copper skin. A woman who had come from a land far to the east of here. "I suppose I could always `play with myself'," I smiled. I had no objections to "Pussycat", nor did I wish to see her sold. "I think I can find time to `sport' with you," he laughed. "This fuel is drinkable, isn't it?" Serak asked me. Some of his men had been catching the last of the alcohol in the wing tank and drinking it. As it was 200 proof grain alcohol, one could of course drink it, although it didn't take much to get you "drunk" either. There was still about ninety gallons of it left in the other tanks. Enough make hundreds of men "roaring drunk". "If you want to, I suppose," I answered. I prefer wine my- self, although there are certain liquors that I like quite well. "You are truly a `gift from the sky god'," he laughed back, grabbing a canteen and holding it underneath the dripping wing!* * I suppose that I "was". A beautiful blonde wearing a dress of pure gold links, and providing everyone with all the "drink" they could "handle". I certainly made Serak "happy" enough anyway!!! "I've never known that Montanas came this far south," I told my Prince as we sat there around the fire that evening. After the sun goes down, it gets a bit "chilly" in the late winter months here in Nevada territory. I was glad for my warm cloak. I had also changed my attire for something a bit more practical. "Nor for them to have Dularnian weapons either," he added. They had possessed several heavy crossbows or light ballistae. One of which had put a bolt through the left wing of Black Lady. "Princess Tara wanted to make a treaty with you and have you attack Talon," I said to him, stirring the fire with a stick. The sparks flying up into the sky like shooting stars. The stars themselves glowing brightly down upon us, the airplane a dark bulk there in the shadows. The men gathered around the fires, muttering in low tones to themselves. Perhaps talking about us. The wounded moaning softly to themselves there about their fire. "I'm not that stupid," he smiled back. "My father tried that once. Those big birds of theirs are nothing to fool with." "I was Tara's slave girl for a short while," I said to him. "You're lucky to be alive from what I know of her," he said. "She wanted to give me to the Emperor of Mexico," I smiled. "A fat `pig' of a man from what I hear," Serak smiled back. "One with a hundred slave girls." I had heard the same story. I was lucky that I hadn't ended up in his "harem" as just another!! "I wouldn't mind being your `slave girl'," I now teased him! "I have a slave girl," Serak smiled, "Although my wife to be seems to be almost as `good in bed' as she is." That pleased me. "I cannot bear you children, although I am told that there are ways that one can be produced from our genes," I told him. "My father has another son," Prince Serak smiled back. "There's something out there in the darkness, something big, awful big," the man on guard spoke, shaking my Prince awake as he slept there beside me. I crawled out from beneath the blanket, naked but for my clips and strap. Grabbing for something warm to cover myself with before then looking for my weapons, for my com- pound bow, my sword. I thought of the legends I had heard from Serak and others. Of creatures never before seen by the eyes of Men. Lorraine had laughed at my stories, telling me no such creatures had lived for millions of years. Yet, I did not think that such tales were without foundation. The Garth of California stands ten feet tall. Could there not be one even much larger??? "Watch the unicorns," my Prince ordered, the animals now showing considerable terror at what lurked out there close by in the star-lit darkness. "Have the men string their bows, and cock the crossbows that we captured from the Montanas this afternoon." "There are `legends'," Serak said to me, stringing his bow. "The crossbows will be more "effective"," I said, picking up my own bow, my quiver of arrows. Arrows "made" to pierce armor. "Hold those unicorns, watch those horns!" Serak snapped. I could see something moving out there in the darkness a couple of hundred yards off. SOMETHING BIG! SOMETHING THAT STOOD UPRIGHT! "Hold your fire until you can see a target!" Serak snapped. We could see the bulk of the monster out there, but little more! "If it is what I think, we don't stand a chance against it," Serak said to me. I knew of his people's "superstitions". Had dismissed them as the mere tales of uneducated "barbarians". Now I wasn't so sure anymore. I knew the scientists of the past be- fore The War had recreated many of the strange beasts of the past. Perhaps they had even created dinosaurs! A TYRANNOSAURUS! One man, braver than the others, advanced with a blazing brand from a fire, and then flung it out into the darkness, for a brief fraction of a second illuminating what stood out there now! "LYS!" I gasped, seeing its size, the great jaws, the eyes. The top of the head twenty feet above the ground. The diminutive forelimbs, almost useless. That great multi-ton scaly form now standing there. The terrible roar that escaped from its throat enough to terrify even the bravest! I had seen pictures. I knew the nature of the beast. They were supposed to have been extinct for sixty million years. Apparently this one didn't know that!!! "Your bows will do nothing more than to irritate it," I said to Serak. "Only crossbow bolts shot into its neck can kill it." I tried to make my voice sound more "confident" than I felt just then. I didn't think really anything short of a heavy ballistae would be effective against something like "that" there before us. "There are wounded," he answered me, his dark eyes gleaming into mine there reflecting the light of the fires. I wished Lor- raine was here. She might have had some suggestion of what to do. I was at a loss for one. Even Aurora's blaster pistol would have little "effect" on this! I fitted an arrow to my bowstring. "Your lances might be more effective," I ventured in return. "We are Nevadas. We will die like Nevadas," he answered me. "I need someone to carry a firebrand for me," I said to him. The tyrannosaurus was less than a hundred yards away now. The great bulk easily visible now in the light from the fires. I could see the glow of its eyes. Its advance was slow, but steady. Serak says that such a creature can run faster than a man, but not as fast as a unicorn can. So go the legends anyway. "I am glad the god of the skies brought you to me," Serak said to me as we halted there just beyond the fires. The great reptile, if one can consider such creatures such, was now about fifty yards off. I could see it quite clearly. The actual crea- ture is not exactly as pictured in the books I have seen. There are slight differences. They are, however, of little importance. "With a Garth the throat is the most vulnerable place," I smiled back, the "unreality" so great that I felt no fear at all! Behind us were three men with crossbows, two of the Dularnian type, the other of the old Californian type you wind up with a windlass. This last had been the weapon that had pierced Black Lady's wing early that afternoon. It was our only "effective" weapon against the great dinosaur. I had told the Nevada now holding it that I would shoot it. My skill with such weapons be- ing superior to that of any of the Nevadas. "On the other hand the heart might be a better `target'," I said, taking the heavy crossbow from the now rather obviously terrified Nevada warrior. Raising the crossbow, I fired, a bellow of pain from the monster there before us leaving no doubt that I had struck it!!! "SCATTER! USE YOUR SPEARS, THROW FIREBRANDS AT IT!" I cried, my bow now once again in my hands as I raced to position myself for a better shot! The great dinosaur wheeling about, my arrows now driving deep, burying themselves in its great body. My bow, of horn and sinew on a backing of yew and osage orange, its pulley system giving it even greater power, will hurl an arrow a full three hundred and thirty yards on a good day. The shaft at close range will pass completely through a deer sized animal length- wise! I pumped shafts into that great bulk as fast as I could nock the arrows and draw them back, putting half a dozen into the dinosaur before the creature even discovered the source of those doubtlessly painfully stinging missiles! Then with a terrible snarl it charged me, each of its strides a dozen feet in length! The Nevadas following as best they could, peppering it with their own arrows, which seemed to have no more effect upon it than bee-stings! The terrible reptile now pounding along just behind me as I quickly found out that there was no way I could outrun it either! They don't look "fast", but you can't ever "outrun" one! Dodging among the trees, I loosed several shafts into it! The arrows only serving to infuriate it even more! Then it charged me, smashing through the trees, breaking them off in its fury! I stumbled, fell, saw that awful head come down! My sword now in my hand, Domino's 21st Century sword, some thirty three inches of that strange metal from "her" time, and thrust up into that horrid maw that seemed to be closing off the world above!!! With a bellow of pain the Tyrannosaurus reared back, pawing at its mouth, the blade torn from my grasp! Then it seemed to for a second "hesitate" as it stood there just before me, and then suddenly it then fell over sideways! The great scaly body now smashing down only a dozen feet from me! We had killed it!!! THE QUEEN OF SWORDS! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Twenty Seven "You don't look too good yourself," I retorted with a smile. It was plain that he had been in a fight from his bleeding cuts. "You are still as beautiful as ever," he said, gazing at me. I was rather "disheveled" just then and not really at my best. Bloody, sweaty, my tiara somewhere there in the sand around me. A sword in one hand, a dagger in the other. Dead men about me. "I do have other desirable `qualities' besides my beauty," I smiled back at him. I was the Empress of California. I was also "good" in a fight, although he had probably already noticed that! "You were planning to visit us?" he asked, his men smiling among themselves as they "admired" me standing there before them. My dress concealing little of my excellent 5'10" 38-27-39 figure. I might also note here that the dress is "worth" about a hundred crowns! It is somewhat similar in design to a chain link armor, and "clings" well, the hem falling to about the middle of my thighs. It was originally "lined", but I was wearing it "bare" with only my nipple clips and a brief strap on now underneath it. Such allowed one to see just a "hint" of "skin" there underneath! "I was planning to do more than that," I smiled back at him. "We could use the `friendship' of the Empire," he commented. I recalled what Lorraine had told about their "losses" against the Empire of Mexico, and it was also obvious too that they were now in the midst of a war with the Montanas there to the north! "I'm offering you more than just `friendship'," I laughed, leaning back against the plane. The odor of alcohol was strong. My eyes burning into his as he nodded. He knew what I had meant! "I even learned to read and write," Prince Serak laughed. I recalled the "comment" I had once made about his lacking of such. I had made a number of other "cracks" back then, none flattering. He had "retorted" that I needed a man to put me over his knee and give me the good spanking I "deserved" for being such so bitchy! "Those are desirable `qualities' in a Prince-Consort," I said, "taking the bull by the horns" so to say. I wasn't in the mood to "play games". I wanted to know how he felt about me now! "I would have preferred a more `feminine' wife, but I guess you'll have to do," Prince Serak answered, stepping up to me now. Taking me in his strong arms, kissing me there before everyone!!! "I've never had a woman `propose' to me before," he said to me, running his hand over the interiors of my thighs as I checked the damage the airplane had suffered. The propeller was beyond hope, but the punctured wing tank was repairable perhaps in Vegas given the proper materials. However, without a propeller, the airplane was useless, although Serak thought that his people might be able to carve one out of wood, of which I had my doubts! "And if you keep touching me like that I'm going to do more than just `propose' to you," I warned him, feeling the sexual ex- citement growing there up between my thighs, the hot oils wetting my silken strap where it pressed against my freshly shaved sex. Lys! I was as "juicy" as any slave girl waiting for her master! "That might be `interesting'," he teased me, reaching higher up to caress me there beneath my provocatively short golden mesh dress. His men watching us, poking each other, laughing softly. Nevadas often have rather "risque" senses of humor about such. I have watched them "tease" slave girls, "flirt" with free women. "I'm not an easy woman to `satisfy'," I warned him back. I am quite capable of matching almost any woman but Jers' own Lara! "We'll tow this to Vegas and repair it there," he answered, changing the subject, although not his own intimate "attentions" to me which I found to be quite "distracting" to say the least. I was so sexually aroused now that I was practically "dripping". "Like to take a `walk' with me," I suggested, eying a grove of trees where we might just find a little "privacy" for a while. "I once heard that Dularnian women are `frigid'," Serak said to me, picking bits of grass from my now sweaty bare naked form. Our "union" had swift, hungry, our "lusts" strong, "impatient". His lip was still yet bleeding from where I had bitten him then! He had also "warmed" my "behind" just a bit to teach me a lesson! I found it extremely erotic to be so "spanked" out in the "open"! "Then you are lucky that I'm `Californian'," I smiled back. Reaching up to him, my body his to use, to enjoy as he wished it. Women such as myself are extremely rare in Nevada territories. I hoped this time we might be a bit "easier" on each other as I wrapped my legs around his naked body, holding him to me so that I might be more deeply penetrated. More completely "filled" now. It was just as well that I had left Sharon in Sarn. This was a "part" of my life that it was best that she didn't see me doing!! "I see I am going to have sell Pussycat," Serak said to me. Pussycat being his lovely provocative slave girl of many years. A delight that I once considered more some "female animal" than a woman. Small, dark haired, dark eyed, with a reddish-copper skin. A woman who had come from a land far to the east of here. "I suppose I could always `play with myself'," I smiled. I had no objections to "Pussycat", nor did I wish to see her sold. "I think I can find time to `sport' with you," he laughed. "This fuel is drinkable, isn't it?" Serak asked me. Some of his men had been catching the last of the alcohol in the wing tank and drinking it. As it was 200 proof grain alcohol, one could of course drink it, although it didn't take much to get you "drunk" either. There was still about ninety gallons of it left in the other tanks. Enough make hundreds of men "roaring drunk". "If you want to, I suppose," I answered. I prefer wine my- self, although there are certain liquors that I like quite well. "You are truly a `gift from the sky god'," he laughed back, grabbing a canteen and holding it underneath the dripping wing!* * I suppose that I "was". A beautiful blonde wearing a dress of pure gold links, and providing everyone with all the "drink" they could "handle". I certainly made Serak "happy" enough anyway!!! "I've never known that Montanas came this far south," I told my Prince as we sat there around the fire that evening. After the sun goes down, it gets a bit "chilly" in the late winter months here in Nevada territory. I was glad for my warm cloak. I had also changed my attire for something a bit more practical. "Nor for them to have Dularnian weapons either," he added. They had possessed several heavy crossbows or light ballistae. One of which had put a bolt through the left wing of Black Lady. "Princess Tara wanted to make a treaty with you and have you attack Talon," I said to him, stirring the fire with a stick. The sparks flying up into the sky like shooting stars. The stars themselves glowing brightly down upon us, the airplane a dark bulk there in the shadows. The men gathered around the fires, muttering in low tones to themselves. Perhaps talking about us. The wounded moaning softly to themselves there about their fire. "I'm not that stupid," he smiled back. "My father tried that once. Those big birds of theirs are nothing to fool with." "I was Tara's slave girl for a short while," I said to him. "You're lucky to be alive from what I know of her," he said. "She wanted to give me to the Emperor of Mexico," I smiled. "A fat `pig' of a man from what I hear," Serak smiled back. "One with a hundred slave girls." I had heard the same story. I was lucky that I hadn't ended up in his "harem" as just another!! "I wouldn't mind being your `slave girl'," I now teased him! "I have a slave girl," Serak smiled, "Although my wife to be seems to be almost as `good in bed' as she is." That pleased me. "I cannot bear you children, although I am told that there are ways that one can be produced from our genes," I told him. "My father has another son," Prince Serak smiled back. "There's something out there in the darkness, something big, awful big," the man on guard spoke, shaking my Prince awake as he slept there beside me. I crawled out from beneath the blanket, naked but for my clips and strap. Grabbing for something warm to cover myself with before then looking for my weapons, for my com- pound bow, my sword. I thought of the legends I had heard from Serak and others. Of creatures never before seen by the eyes of Men. Lorraine had laughed at my stories, telling me no such creatures had lived for millions of years. Yet, I did not think that such tales were without foundation. The Garth of California stands ten feet tall. Could there not be one even much larger??? "Watch the unicorns," my Prince ordered, the animals now showing considerable terror at what lurked out there close by in the star-lit darkness. "Have the men string their bows, and cock the crossbows that we captured from the Montanas this afternoon." "There are `legends'," Serak said to me, stringing his bow. "The crossbows will be more "effective"," I said, picking up my own bow, my quiver of arrows. Arrows "made" to pierce armor. "Hold those unicorns, watch those horns!" Serak snapped. I could see something moving out there in the darkness a couple of hundred yards off. SOMETHING BIG! SOMETHING THAT STOOD UPRIGHT! "Hold your fire until you can see a target!" Serak snapped. We could see the bulk of the monster out there, but little more! "If it is what I think, we don't stand a chance against it," Serak said to me. I knew of his people's "superstitions". Had dismissed them as the mere tales of uneducated "barbarians". Now I wasn't so sure anymore. I knew the scientists of the past be- fore The War had recreated many of the strange beasts of the past. Perhaps they had even created dinosaurs! A TYRANNOSAURUS! One man, braver than the others, advanced with a blazing brand from a fire, and then flung it out into the darkness, for a brief fraction of a second illuminating what stood out there now! "LYS!" I gasped, seeing its size, the great jaws, the eyes. The top of the head twenty feet above the ground. The diminutive forelimbs, almost useless. That great multi-ton scaly form now standing there. The terrible roar that escaped from its throat enough to terrify even the bravest! I had seen pictures. I knew the nature of the beast. They were supposed to have been extinct for sixty million years. Apparently this one didn't know that!!! "Your bows will do nothing more than to irritate it," I said to Serak. "Only crossbow bolts shot into its neck can kill it." I tried to make my voice sound more "confident" than I felt just then. I didn't think really anything short of a heavy ballistae would be effective against something like "that" there before us. "There are wounded," he answered me, his dark eyes gleaming into mine there reflecting the light of the fires. I wished Lor- raine was here. She might have had some suggestion of what to do. I was at a loss for one. Even Aurora's blaster pistol would have little "effect" on this! I fitted an arrow to my bowstring. "Your lances might be more effective," I ventured in return. "We are Nevadas. We will die like Nevadas," he answered me. "I need someone to carry a firebrand for me," I said to him. The tyrannosaurus was less than a hundred yards away now. The great bulk easily visible now in the light from the fires. I could see the glow of its eyes. Its advance was slow, but steady. Serak says that such a creature can run faster than a man, but not as fast as a unicorn can. So go the legends anyway. "I am glad the god of the skies brought you to me," Serak said to me as we halted there just beyond the fires. The great reptile, if one can consider such creatures such, was now about fifty yards off. I could see it quite clearly. The actual crea- ture is not exactly as pictured in the books I have seen. There are slight differences. They are, however, of little importance. "With a Garth the throat is the most vulnerable place," I smiled back, the "unreality" so great that I felt no fear at all! Behind us were three men with crossbows, two of the Dularnian type, the other of the old Californian type you wind up with a windlass. This last had been the weapon that had pierced Black Lady's wing early that afternoon. It was our only "effective" weapon against the great dinosaur. I had told the Nevada now holding it that I would shoot it. My skill with such weapons be- ing superior to that of any of the Nevadas. "On the other hand the heart might be a better `target'," I said, taking the heavy crossbow from the now rather obviously terrified Nevada warrior. Raising the crossbow, I fired, a bellow of pain from the monster there before us leaving no doubt that I had struck it!!! "SCATTER! USE YOUR SPEARS, THROW FIREBRANDS AT IT!" I cried, my bow now once again in my hands as I raced to position myself for a better shot! The great dinosaur wheeling about, my arrows now driving deep, burying themselves in its great body. My bow, of horn and sinew on a backing of yew and osage orange, its pulley system giving it even greater power, will hurl an arrow a full three hundred and thirty yards on a good day. The shaft at close range will pass completely through a deer sized animal length- wise! I pumped shafts into that great bulk as fast as I could nock the arrows and draw them back, putting half a dozen into the dinosaur before the creature even discovered the source of those doubtlessly painfully stinging missiles! Then with a terrible snarl it charged me, each of its strides a dozen feet in length! The Nevadas following as best they could, peppering it with their own arrows, which seemed to have no more effect upon it than bee-stings! The terrible reptile now pounding along just behind me as I quickly found out that there was no way I could outrun it either! They don't look "fast", but you can't ever "outrun" one! Dodging among the trees, I loosed several shafts into it! The arrows only serving to infuriate it even more! Then it charged me, smashing through the trees, breaking them off in its fury! I stumbled, fell, saw that awful head come down! My sword now in my hand, Domino's 21st Century sword, some thirty three inches of that strange metal from "her" time, and thrust up into that horrid maw that seemed to be closing off the world above!!! With a bellow of pain the Tyrannosaurus reared back, pawing at its mouth, the blade torn from my grasp! Then it seemed to for a second "hesitate" as it stood there just before me, and then suddenly it then fell over sideways! 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