"2567-02" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 5 - The Warlady Of Dularn)"THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Two "Whew!" Carol breathed, clinging to me, our bodies yet "tin- gling" from the passage through time.* Suddenly it was daylight! * Carol and I suffered much less "effect" from being sent through time than did Lorraine and her daughter Sharon. This may be due to the fact that the Priestesses of Lys "controlled" our "GATE- WAY" whereas they did not "control" the one Lorraine used. (R.S.) The golden links of Carol's neck chain around her throat glitter- ing there in the bright sunlight that peeked down through the leafy broughs above. Our house now only ruins there in the for- est, the sun gleaming down upon us, the soft breeze gently rus- tling the leaves as it wafted on by! The entire area was far more "grown up" now than it had been back in our own time! The clearing behind the house where my wife used to "sun" herself wearing only her lovely golden nipple "clips" and a brief "strap" covering her shaved sex was now only another part of the forest. The fact that the house itself still "stood" in a way more a credit to its "construction" than anything else, my father having built it more on the design of a bomb shelter than anything else. "The Twenty Sixth Century," I said, looking into her lovely hazel eyes. There was no doubt in my mind as to "where" we were, or "when" either. The very ruins of our home, so adequately de- scribed by Lorraine in her own books, leaving no doubts of this! I glanced down at my watch, saw that it had stopped running now. Doubtlessly the "side effect" of being transported through time. This is also why I think that our car stopped running back then. And why the attempt that will be made sometime in the future by Darlanis' "clone daughter" to alter the "past" will fail. One is forbidden by the nature of time travel to use electronic devices. "`If it is'," Carol answered, now drawing her sword from its sheath. The two foot long blade gleaming there in the sunlight. "If that damm Tais `knew' what she was doing," my wife muttered, the soft leather of her jumpsuit clinging to every lovely curve! I thought of a favorite video tape of mine, of a certain actress. Lana Clarkson and a certain Mrs. Robert Simmons are much alike.* * "THE BARBARIAN QUEEN" is perhaps her best work. (Jerome Bigge) "I don't..," I muttered, looking about. There was no trace of our car or anything else. Or of anyone "waiting" for us now! I recalled the forms of life Lorraine had described. The dino- saur like Garth, the saber tooth tiger called a Tigon, the dire wolves as big as ponies. The horrible mutants that often made life dangerous in the more deserted parts of this strange world! There were also, I recalled, "outlaws", dangerous men. Perhaps even possibly bands of runaway slave girls now living "by their wits". Much like Carol's own "libbies" did in her own books. I felt a sudden "terror" just then. This was a "dangerous world", not our own! A world where "help" was not a phone call away!* * Whether or not it is actually any more "dangerous" than what the 20th Century was is a good question. Here at least you are allowed to possess the means of "self-defense". A world where it is "understood" that those who commit criminal acts do not "have" the "protection" of the law as they did back in our own time. If I kill a criminal in this social order, I am "rewarded" for the deed, not put on trial. There is much to be said for this. (RS) "I wouldn't `recommend' that we go inside," Carol suddenly spoke, her voice level, emotionless. The sword gleaming there in her hand. She was no longer of the 20th Century. No longer too the "wife" I had known. She seemed "competent", sure of herself! Her hazel eyes constantly moving as she searched for danger, the stance of her firm trim body that of the trained fighting woman! Suddenly I realized that Carol was the one making the decisions! "No, it probably wouldn't be `wise'," I answered, standing there, looking at her. The sword there in her hand, the leather of her jumpsuit, the movements of her muscular body beneath it. I had not really "thought" about it before, but Carol was not now the "same" woman she'd been back when I'd been "seeing" Lorraine. In the last several years she had been "working out", building herself up, both by exercising and by her "dancing", practicing with the foil and the bow until she was awesomely proficient with them both! Especially with the bow, where Carol had become truly "legendary" in her skill. My wife being able to hit tossed paper plates that I flung up into the air with her compound almost ev- ery time! She had put on a bit of weight, all muscle too, Carol now going about 133 or so, although the weight hardly showed any. She didn't have big muscles like a man would, but she was damm strong, something I'd noticed now and then in the last year now! Her lovemaking less "gentle" and more "rough" than it used to be! "I'll make you a spear," she answered, hacking at a sapling, her actions instantly reminding me of those of another! Suddenly her words came back to me that she had spoken earlier about her no longer being the "pushover" she had been "before". Words that now left no doubts in my mind about things that had "puzzled" me over Carol's behavior in the last several years. The changes in her personality. Her "interest" in all sorts of "martial arts", including those karate classes once a week there in Seaside. My wife was now a "black belt", as "deadly" with her hands and feet as if she was armed with a weapon. The last "drunk" she'd "decked" there at the "HUTCH" hardly even "knew what hit him"!!! "You are `OF THE WARRIORESSES'," I said as my brownette bus- ily hacked away at the sapling. Carol merely nodded, gave me a "smile" back. Cutting off the sapling, I watched her hack off a length about six or seven feet in length with her sword and then put a point on it with her dagger while I stood and watched her. Her calm, competent actions those I would have expected not of a woman like her, but of another, a tall, stern featured brunette! "`One in a thousand'," Carol smiled, handing me my spear. "More like `one in a million'!" I replied with a smile then. "We'll take a look around, then figure out what we're going to do," my wife replied, her voice calm, competent, emotionless. It was the sort of a thing that a woman like Lorraine would say! "We wouldn't stand much of a chance against `that'," I said, poking at the skull of the skeleton with the tip of my crude spear. Carol nodding, walking about the remains of the Garth that Sa-she-ra had killed. Its "reality" now sobering us both! "At least we made it into the right time," Carol replied, standing by a crude grave marker set up there in the clearing. I recalled Darlanis' book, remembered then "who" was buried here! "Lorraine's estate should be that way," I said, pointing. "Unless you want to try for Trella," Carol laughed back. "You're `taking' this better than I hoped," I said to her. "Don't have too much `choice' now, do I?" Carol smiled back, giving the skull of the Garth a kick with a booted toe. I didn't think she'd enjoy the walk, especially not in those spike heels! "Carol," I said, my wife's hazel eyes meeting mine. "I'm just glad that you're here." There had been a subtle change too in our relationship. Carol was no longer just a "playmate". No longer just the sexy wife that made my life an "Hefnerian dream"! Now she was far more! More than just a wife too! I felt for her a sensation of both "love" and "admiration". The feeling that my delightfully provocative brownette was far "more" than I had ever given her credit for being! The proof her very own actions now! "You put `this' on me," Carol answered, touching the golden links that circled her throat. Her "neck chain" that marked her in a way that I found very beautiful on her. "And I am a woman who `protects' what is `hers'," she added, the "implications" of her words leaving no doubt in my mind as towards her own opinion of our "status" together as husband and wife. I was her "posses- sion", and she fully intended to "fight" for me if so necessary! Her words reminding me much of those spoken by Lana Clarkson in her tape, "THE BARBARIAN QUEEN" which I'd seen a number of times. "I have `loved' but one woman in my life, and that `one' has been you," I said to her, holding her then in my arms there in the forest, the ruins of our home only a small brushcovered hill! And I "wanted" her like I've seldom ever "wanted" her before too! This would probably be the last time either of us would ever see the place, and I wanted to "have her" one last time right here!!! "I'm going to be a bit `smelly' after everything," Carol warned, undoing her leather jumpsuit, slipping it off, the sun- light casting moving spots of light on her beautiful tanned body. Making her truly an erotic delight to the eye as she stretched out there on the coarse grass behind the ruins of our 20th Cen- tury home and looked up at me as I stripped. Her hot wet mouth welcoming mine as I joined her on the grass, kissing and licking at her, "touching" her, the half-stink of her body making her seem even more "erotic" than usual! That mixture of odors of her sweat, leather, perfume, and her own sexual musk as I kissed the interiors of her thighs making her seem so incredibly "female"! Tasting of the "sexuality" of her, licking in between her "lips"! "Carol!" I breathed, my wife pushing me back, rolling me over so that she might straddle me, my cock slipping up into her heated wet warmth. Into the "softness" of her inner tissues. I welcomed her tongue, delighted in the nip of her strong teeth as she bit, her nails digging deep, scratching, marking me as hers! Then I was on top of her, "drowning" in her, her strong legs locked about my hips, her body arching beneath mine, her tongue deep in my mouth, her nails scratching, clawing, drawing blood! She was a female animal in heat beneath me, possessive, hungry! The woman has yet to be born who can surpass Carol at lovemaking! Carol is truly I believe as much "THE QUEEN OF LOVE" as Lorraine is "THE QUEEN OF SWORDS" and Darlanis is "THE QUEEN OF BEAUTY"! "Yes, Yes, take me, have your Carol!" she gasped softly, my cock buried deep in that hot drooling love sheath of hers. My wife being the sort of a woman who can make love like no other! It was at that moment that she suddenly cried out in terror just as a heavy object of some sort came smashing down, the blow stun- ning me as I saw dimly the figures of several men! A second blow knocking me senseless as Carol's angry curses were the last sound I heard! Then I knew only the "nothingness" of unconsciousness! I became conscious of "pain", of a "headache" like nothing I'd ever experienced before. And of the "fact" that I was alive. The sunlight dazzled my eyes as I looked about, the dead body of a brutal looking man clad in a soiled leather kilt and vest lying there beside me face down. In his heart the stainless steel dag- ger that my wife had carried as a part of her costume! The blood like a reddish stain there in the grass beneath him as I rolled the body over, the teeth yet clenched in death as his eyes stared unseeingly up into my face. There was no sign of my wife, which "heartened" me considerably as my first fear had been that these men, "outlaws" by their attire, might had killed her! On the other hand what they might "do" to Carol now was something I did- n't want to think about, especially as she had apparently killed one of their number before they had taken her captive! I could only pray that they might keep her, even at the cost of her rape, for I could not even think of living in a world where there was no longer a "Carol". So important is my beloved brownette to me! I managed to dress, putting on the shirt and bluejeans I had worn there to the "HUTCH" to watch Carol "dance" so long ago now. I took the dead man's weapons, found Carol's sword and her own clothing, made a bundle of things that I could carry on my back. The "heft" of the man's sword was pleasing in my hand just then, I noted. The weapon had a polished steel blade about two feet in length, with the sword blade itself about three inches wide, the point and edges honed razor sharp. Such a weapon at "close quar- ters" is "deadlier" than a longer and heavier sword might be, I believe. The hilt was tightly wrapped with a roughened rawhide made to fit a man's grasp perfectly. I had no doubt that I could put the sword to a good "use" here in this era. We have lived for fifteen years in this very same forest. I did not think it would be that difficult either to track these men. To follow wherever they took my wife. I am good with a sword. Not as "good" as Carol perhaps, but I did not think that my "skills" would be found "wanting" when the time came either. I was no longer a "wimp" of the 20th Century. A man who paid "others" to do his "fighting" for him. My "caste" was now of the "Warriors". "THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Two "Whew!" Carol breathed, clinging to me, our bodies yet "tin- gling" from the passage through time.* Suddenly it was daylight! * Carol and I suffered much less "effect" from being sent through time than did Lorraine and her daughter Sharon. This may be due to the fact that the Priestesses of Lys "controlled" our "GATE- WAY" whereas they did not "control" the one Lorraine used. (R.S.) The golden links of Carol's neck chain around her throat glitter- ing there in the bright sunlight that peeked down through the leafy broughs above. Our house now only ruins there in the for- est, the sun gleaming down upon us, the soft breeze gently rus- tling the leaves as it wafted on by! The entire area was far more "grown up" now than it had been back in our own time! The clearing behind the house where my wife used to "sun" herself wearing only her lovely golden nipple "clips" and a brief "strap" covering her shaved sex was now only another part of the forest. The fact that the house itself still "stood" in a way more a credit to its "construction" than anything else, my father having built it more on the design of a bomb shelter than anything else. "The Twenty Sixth Century," I said, looking into her lovely hazel eyes. There was no doubt in my mind as to "where" we were, or "when" either. The very ruins of our home, so adequately de- scribed by Lorraine in her own books, leaving no doubts of this! I glanced down at my watch, saw that it had stopped running now. Doubtlessly the "side effect" of being transported through time. This is also why I think that our car stopped running back then. And why the attempt that will be made sometime in the future by Darlanis' "clone daughter" to alter the "past" will fail. One is forbidden by the nature of time travel to use electronic devices. "`If it is'," Carol answered, now drawing her sword from its sheath. The two foot long blade gleaming there in the sunlight. "If that damm Tais `knew' what she was doing," my wife muttered, the soft leather of her jumpsuit clinging to every lovely curve! I thought of a favorite video tape of mine, of a certain actress. Lana Clarkson and a certain Mrs. Robert Simmons are much alike.* * "THE BARBARIAN QUEEN" is perhaps her best work. (Jerome Bigge) "I don't..," I muttered, looking about. There was no trace of our car or anything else. Or of anyone "waiting" for us now! I recalled the forms of life Lorraine had described. The dino- saur like Garth, the saber tooth tiger called a Tigon, the dire wolves as big as ponies. The horrible mutants that often made life dangerous in the more deserted parts of this strange world! There were also, I recalled, "outlaws", dangerous men. Perhaps even possibly bands of runaway slave girls now living "by their wits". Much like Carol's own "libbies" did in her own books. I felt a sudden "terror" just then. This was a "dangerous world", not our own! A world where "help" was not a phone call away!* * Whether or not it is actually any more "dangerous" than what the 20th Century was is a good question. Here at least you are allowed to possess the means of "self-defense". A world where it is "understood" that those who commit criminal acts do not "have" the "protection" of the law as they did back in our own time. If I kill a criminal in this social order, I am "rewarded" for the deed, not put on trial. There is much to be said for this. (RS) "I wouldn't `recommend' that we go inside," Carol suddenly spoke, her voice level, emotionless. The sword gleaming there in her hand. She was no longer of the 20th Century. No longer too the "wife" I had known. She seemed "competent", sure of herself! Her hazel eyes constantly moving as she searched for danger, the stance of her firm trim body that of the trained fighting woman! Suddenly I realized that Carol was the one making the decisions! "No, it probably wouldn't be `wise'," I answered, standing there, looking at her. The sword there in her hand, the leather of her jumpsuit, the movements of her muscular body beneath it. I had not really "thought" about it before, but Carol was not now the "same" woman she'd been back when I'd been "seeing" Lorraine. In the last several years she had been "working out", building herself up, both by exercising and by her "dancing", practicing with the foil and the bow until she was awesomely proficient with them both! Especially with the bow, where Carol had become truly "legendary" in her skill. My wife being able to hit tossed paper plates that I flung up into the air with her compound almost ev- ery time! She had put on a bit of weight, all muscle too, Carol now going about 133 or so, although the weight hardly showed any. She didn't have big muscles like a man would, but she was damm strong, something I'd noticed now and then in the last year now! Her lovemaking less "gentle" and more "rough" than it used to be! "I'll make you a spear," she answered, hacking at a sapling, her actions instantly reminding me of those of another! Suddenly her words came back to me that she had spoken earlier about her no longer being the "pushover" she had been "before". Words that now left no doubts in my mind about things that had "puzzled" me over Carol's behavior in the last several years. The changes in her personality. Her "interest" in all sorts of "martial arts", including those karate classes once a week there in Seaside. My wife was now a "black belt", as "deadly" with her hands and feet as if she was armed with a weapon. The last "drunk" she'd "decked" there at the "HUTCH" hardly even "knew what hit him"!!! "You are `OF THE WARRIORESSES'," I said as my brownette bus- ily hacked away at the sapling. Carol merely nodded, gave me a "smile" back. Cutting off the sapling, I watched her hack off a length about six or seven feet in length with her sword and then put a point on it with her dagger while I stood and watched her. Her calm, competent actions those I would have expected not of a woman like her, but of another, a tall, stern featured brunette! "`One in a thousand'," Carol smiled, handing me my spear. "More like `one in a million'!" I replied with a smile then. "We'll take a look around, then figure out what we're going to do," my wife replied, her voice calm, competent, emotionless. It was the sort of a thing that a woman like Lorraine would say! "We wouldn't stand much of a chance against `that'," I said, poking at the skull of the skeleton with the tip of my crude spear. Carol nodding, walking about the remains of the Garth that Sa-she-ra had killed. Its "reality" now sobering us both! "At least we made it into the right time," Carol replied, standing by a crude grave marker set up there in the clearing. I recalled Darlanis' book, remembered then "who" was buried here! "Lorraine's estate should be that way," I said, pointing. "Unless you want to try for Trella," Carol laughed back. "You're `taking' this better than I hoped," I said to her. "Don't have too much `choice' now, do I?" Carol smiled back, giving the skull of the Garth a kick with a booted toe. I didn't think she'd enjoy the walk, especially not in those spike heels! "Carol," I said, my wife's hazel eyes meeting mine. "I'm just glad that you're here." There had been a subtle change too in our relationship. Carol was no longer just a "playmate". No longer just the sexy wife that made my life an "Hefnerian dream"! Now she was far more! More than just a wife too! I felt for her a sensation of both "love" and "admiration". The feeling that my delightfully provocative brownette was far "more" than I had ever given her credit for being! The proof her very own actions now! "You put `this' on me," Carol answered, touching the golden links that circled her throat. Her "neck chain" that marked her in a way that I found very beautiful on her. "And I am a woman who `protects' what is `hers'," she added, the "implications" of her words leaving no doubt in my mind as towards her own opinion of our "status" together as husband and wife. I was her "posses- sion", and she fully intended to "fight" for me if so necessary! Her words reminding me much of those spoken by Lana Clarkson in her tape, "THE BARBARIAN QUEEN" which I'd seen a number of times. "I have `loved' but one woman in my life, and that `one' has been you," I said to her, holding her then in my arms there in the forest, the ruins of our home only a small brushcovered hill! And I "wanted" her like I've seldom ever "wanted" her before too! This would probably be the last time either of us would ever see the place, and I wanted to "have her" one last time right here!!! "I'm going to be a bit `smelly' after everything," Carol warned, undoing her leather jumpsuit, slipping it off, the sun- light casting moving spots of light on her beautiful tanned body. Making her truly an erotic delight to the eye as she stretched out there on the coarse grass behind the ruins of our 20th Cen- tury home and looked up at me as I stripped. Her hot wet mouth welcoming mine as I joined her on the grass, kissing and licking at her, "touching" her, the half-stink of her body making her seem even more "erotic" than usual! That mixture of odors of her sweat, leather, perfume, and her own sexual musk as I kissed the interiors of her thighs making her seem so incredibly "female"! Tasting of the "sexuality" of her, licking in between her "lips"! "Carol!" I breathed, my wife pushing me back, rolling me over so that she might straddle me, my cock slipping up into her heated wet warmth. Into the "softness" of her inner tissues. I welcomed her tongue, delighted in the nip of her strong teeth as she bit, her nails digging deep, scratching, marking me as hers! Then I was on top of her, "drowning" in her, her strong legs locked about my hips, her body arching beneath mine, her tongue deep in my mouth, her nails scratching, clawing, drawing blood! She was a female animal in heat beneath me, possessive, hungry! The woman has yet to be born who can surpass Carol at lovemaking! Carol is truly I believe as much "THE QUEEN OF LOVE" as Lorraine is "THE QUEEN OF SWORDS" and Darlanis is "THE QUEEN OF BEAUTY"! "Yes, Yes, take me, have your Carol!" she gasped softly, my cock buried deep in that hot drooling love sheath of hers. My wife being the sort of a woman who can make love like no other! It was at that moment that she suddenly cried out in terror just as a heavy object of some sort came smashing down, the blow stun- ning me as I saw dimly the figures of several men! A second blow knocking me senseless as Carol's angry curses were the last sound I heard! Then I knew only the "nothingness" of unconsciousness! I became conscious of "pain", of a "headache" like nothing I'd ever experienced before. And of the "fact" that I was alive. The sunlight dazzled my eyes as I looked about, the dead body of a brutal looking man clad in a soiled leather kilt and vest lying there beside me face down. In his heart the stainless steel dag- ger that my wife had carried as a part of her costume! The blood like a reddish stain there in the grass beneath him as I rolled the body over, the teeth yet clenched in death as his eyes stared unseeingly up into my face. There was no sign of my wife, which "heartened" me considerably as my first fear had been that these men, "outlaws" by their attire, might had killed her! On the other hand what they might "do" to Carol now was something I did- n't want to think about, especially as she had apparently killed one of their number before they had taken her captive! I could only pray that they might keep her, even at the cost of her rape, for I could not even think of living in a world where there was no longer a "Carol". So important is my beloved brownette to me! I managed to dress, putting on the shirt and bluejeans I had worn there to the "HUTCH" to watch Carol "dance" so long ago now. I took the dead man's weapons, found Carol's sword and her own clothing, made a bundle of things that I could carry on my back. The "heft" of the man's sword was pleasing in my hand just then, I noted. The weapon had a polished steel blade about two feet in length, with the sword blade itself about three inches wide, the point and edges honed razor sharp. Such a weapon at "close quar- ters" is "deadlier" than a longer and heavier sword might be, I believe. The hilt was tightly wrapped with a roughened rawhide made to fit a man's grasp perfectly. I had no doubt that I could put the sword to a good "use" here in this era. We have lived for fifteen years in this very same forest. I did not think it would be that difficult either to track these men. To follow wherever they took my wife. I am good with a sword. Not as "good" as Carol perhaps, but I did not think that my "skills" would be found "wanting" when the time came either. I was no longer a "wimp" of the 20th Century. A man who paid "others" to do his "fighting" for him. My "caste" was now of the "Warriors". |
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