"2567-10" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 5 - The Warlady Of Dularn)"THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Ten "You are `different' now than you were before," Carol said to me as we laid together. Our first "joining" had been swift, a mere "release" of sexual tension. She had bit, scratched, her thighs clamped tight around my hips as I took her, "had her" as "mine"! She had cried out softly, sobbing out her own "release"! She had "come" swiftly, surprisingly so considering "everything". On the other hand she had been "wet", "ready" for me even before I had first "touched" her. I thought I knew the reason why too. It is, I think, "something" that goes back to the old Stone Age. Back to a time when there was no such a thing as "marriage" yet.* * Lorraine believes from the archaeological discoveries made be- fore she and Sharon flew through the "GATEWAY" that early Man did not form monogamous relationships, but that each "mother" had her own "needs" for "protection" met by the "tribe" itself. Such is, I may note here, also done by the higher apes, it seems. (R.S.) "I have `discovered' something," I said to Carol, holding her close. She was smelly, sweaty, freshly "fucked". We were both well chained by the neck. Cassie had "seen" to that too! Carol's pubes were "bristly". I was unshaven, just a male slave. Back home in the Twentieth Century we both would have been more "touchy" about such things. Here, it hardly seemed to "matter"! The social order that we had once known was now only a "memory". Like a "dream" from which we'd awakened to find ourselves "here"! "The `meaning of manhood'?" Carol breathed, now kissing me. "There is `something' to be said for it," I informed her. The men of my time had "forgotten" what it meant to be a "man". There is something to be "said" for a barbaric society where men understand the true meaning of "manhood". Where swords are worn. A social order where men now refuse to let women "dominate" them. A "line" has been "drawn". Women know "better" than to cross it. That is, I think, why it is "possible" to have Queens, Warladies in command. Why men will take "orders" from a lovely brownette in the heat of battle under the fire from an Imperial first rate. It is "something" the women of the past never did "understand". "Equality" is something that you "earn", not something of "laws". Perhaps that is "why" our own society "died" as it did back then. Why it was "replaced" with that of Janet Rogers, who understood! "You are more like the men in my books now," Carol replied. They had been true "barbarians", muscular "he-men". "Men" I had considered as nothing more than my wife's own erotic "fantasies"! Men to whom women were only "playthings", slaves to be "enjoyed". "As I recall you used to get pretty `wet' at times when you wrote them," I smiled, kissing my beloved brownette once again. I reached down, "felt" of her, noticed that she was "wet" again. "Have me again," Carol breathed, clinging to me. I did. ***************************************************************** The ship was three masted, big. A heavy Imperial first rate some hundred and thirty five feet in length. It laid at anchor a furlong from shore. What had once been "long bow shot" many cen- turies ago. I recalled that Lorraine had written of such things. "Corsica," Lady Tirana smiled down at me, Carol at my side. Half a dozen burly rough sailors from the ship now at the oars. The ship's big longboat rising and falling in the heavy swells. "I have `heard' of it," I answered, giving her a smile back. We were slaves, chained together by the neck, Carol and I. We now knelt in the bottom of the boat, facing our black clad mis- tress. I noted too that it was still commanded by Valerie Dunn. "It is said that the North Star has been `seen' in these wa- ters," the tall redheaded woman captain of Corsica "commented" to Lady Tirana as they sat side by side at the stern. I smiled to myself. I thought of a lovely golden haired Queen who had stood upon its decks. Of another I had once known back in another era. I had never "met" Maris Marn, but yet she was my own "Queen" now! Carol and I were Dularnians, even if we'd never seen our country! "I am sure you would be delighted to `take' it," Lady Tirana smiled back. There was a considerable bounty on both the ship and its beautiful captain. I admired Maris' courage to take com- mand and sail these seas now claimed by the Empire of California! "It would be the `end' to a `legend'," Valerie smiled back. Maris being thought of by many as being a sort of "Robin Hood"... "Trella," Lady Tirana said to us as we were brought up on deck. Carol and I had spent the trip shackled together in the ship's lower hold there below the waterline. I had muchly "en- joyed" myself. I have no doubts that Carol had also "enjoyed" such "attentions"! She had been "affectionate", "loving", but yet "different" than before. We were being transported to Trella to fight in the arena for the "amusement" of the people of that great capital city. I thought of the Roman Games. Wondered if we would ever "see" each other again after this. One never ever knows about such things. Trella was "impressive" in a way, re- minding me somewhat of Rome in its glory. Of Athens perhaps in the time of Pericles. Of other "classical" cities of legend. Just to the north of it lie the crumbling ruins of what once was Los Angeles centuries ago, a place where "strange things" are seen and even the "bravest" of Warriors refuse to enter at night. "Kneel! Bow your heads!" Lady Tirana snapped. We quickly did so. She was tall, golden, almost like a goddess of old myths and legends. It is said that she is the most beautiful woman of all time. I recalled the likeness there on the coin that had been sent to me with the three books. It did her but little jus- tice, I thought! The beautiful golden mesh she wore concealed little of her magnificent figure. DARLANIS, EMPRESS OF IMPERIAL CALIFORNIA now stood there before us as we knelt before her! She was, I thought, perhaps a woman of whom "legends" might be made. A "Shannon Tweed on `steroids'" as Carol later on described her. The woman who would be the mother of one not yet born, but yet one that Carol and I had met back last year in the 20th Century! The mysterious beautiful woman we had known as "Domino Tremaine"! A woman who would live on without aging until the year 2047 A.D.! "Kiss her feet, you `worthless slaves'!" Tirana snapped. I did so, pressing my lips against a big toe, the nail well painted as she stood before me, tall, golden, truly the Empress she is! Carol doing the same as she knelt beside me to the othe toe. SHE wore high heeled sandals, the straps crisscrossing up her legs. Keri standing at my side bowing low to her golden haired Empress. The sun hot on my body as it came out from behind a fleecy cloud. A trio of well armed helmeted women clad in chain mail standing a bit back from us. My first glimpse of Imperial Warrioresses. I supposed that they were a part of Darlanis' own personal guards. Such women are said to be the finest in all of California itself! "Stand, remove your dress," Darlanis ordered Carol. My wife did so, silently "submitting" to the "inspection" of the Imperial monarch of California. I watched out of the corner of my eye. I had to admit that Lorraine had not "lied" in describing Darlanis. On a scale of one to ten, Darlanis rated at least a good eleven! "She is not `beautiful', but she does have an excellent fig- ure," Darlanis said. That was an honest "assessment" of my wife. Perhaps not as "flattering" as she would have liked, but honest. Carol is not objectively a "beautiful" woman. She is, I feel, a woman who "grows" on you. A woman who becomes beautiful to you. The sort of a woman you feel "comfortable" with. Want to marry! "She is a Dularnian spy, perhaps off the North Star," Tirana then spoke. "Her husband is the man now kneeling at your feet." Darlanis had powerful muscular legs. By the standards of the 20th Century she was, I thought to myself, probably more the sort who would have made another "Lana Clarkson" than anything else! "She is not of Dularn," the Empress spoke in level tones! "What do you mean?" Lady Tirana gasped in shocked surprise. I wondered just what Darlanis "knew" that no one else had seen? "She is too `tanned' to be off a raider," Darlanis spoke. "And it is too early in the year yet for a woman of Dularn to be sunning herself," the Empress added, obviously no "dumb blonde"! Carol did have a beautiful tan, with only her pubes yet "white". No free woman would ever "sun" herself aboard a Dularnian warship anyway, since such would be doubtlessly "bad for discipline", al- though slave girls are sometimes allowed to do so when there is little risk of battle in the near future. The "status" of the slave girl being utterly "different" than that of the free woman. A slave being "legally" an "animal" under the laws of California. I should mention here that photography does exist in this era, although nothing like what was known in the 20th Century, as cameras now are big and bulky things like those of the Nineteenth Century. There is also a certain amount of "pornography", al- though the photographs are naturally all of slave girls, as no free woman would ever "allow" herself to be so "photographed" if she had anything to say about it. I am speaking here of Dularni- an women, as I don't know about those of California, who are sup- posedly less "up tight" about such things. Queen Maris says that no woman of "breeding" would ever allow herself to be so photo- graphed, although on the other hand she does not seem to be greatly upset if I happen to see her in nothing but "clips" and a strap. The "modesty taboos" of this era being quite different from our own. The "display" of a woman's nipples beneath her own clothing for example is considered extremely "daring", and some- thing that no true woman of "breeding" ever does, as Queen Maris "informed" my wife there at Arsana when we had that great "ball"! "I don't understand," Lady Tirana breathed, captain Valerie Dunn now at her side. Darlanis now being joined by another wom- an, a dark haired woman, much like my wife in some ways, her own attire such that it was obvious she was a person of "importance"! Her broad brimmed hat and veil proof of her own social standing. She wore the silken blouse and leather skirt common in this era. High heeled leather boots, a sword at her hip as is common now due to Lorraine's "militia law" and its universal military train- ing provisions. She was followed by a collared slave girl carry- ing a baby there on her back, much like an Indian squaw might do. The slave girl on a chain leash much like one might leash a dog! The collar on a slave girl usually being fitted loose enough on her to allow this without any discomfort for the girl so leashed. A trio of Warriors following her, standing there and "watching". They wore helmets and had shields as well as wearing chain mail. Their arms were short spears along with short swords and daggers. Their overall appearance reminding me much of that of "Rome"... "A `slut' you are considering buying?" the newcomer asked. The tone of her voice much as if she had asked if Darlanis was considering buying some domestic animal Tirana now had for sale! "This woman is supposed to be `Dularnian', but as you will note, Sanda, she is rather darkly tanned for this time of year." Darlanis going on to say that it was "too cold" in Dularn before late spring for a woman to lie out in the sun and get a suntan. "I am not from Dularn," Carol said softly, raising her head. "My husband and I are Bob and Carol Simmons from the year 1991." "They first claimed to be from a time before The War," Lady Tirana spoke up, "Although you can see for yourself that she was shaved and has her nipples pierced like any woman of our time." "She does have an `odd accent'," the other now "observed". "Not a true Dularnian `accent' either from the sound of it," San- da said, moving a bit closer to Carol to "study" her. I suspect- ed she was Lady Sanda Talen, now the Prime Minister of Trelandar. Tirana replied, "But they are both highly skilled with the sword and she was also wearing the golden neck chain of a wife." "Nipple piercing was `unknown' before the time of Janet Rog- ers," Darlanis spoke, "Although we do have records of women who did shave before she became President of the United States in the year 2008 of their time," the Empress answered like some teacher. Sanda adding, "I would also dispute the fact that they come from an era before the 21st Century as the people of that era had no skills with swords with few exceptions such as our own Lor- raine. Also, neck chaining was also unknown until that time."* * These practices were all written up in my wife's books. While her novels did not sell that well in our own time, I suspect now that they did so later on in the 21st Century when there was a renewed "interest" in such things. This is, I believe, and Lor- raine herself agrees with me on this, the "cause" of such prac- tices as nipple piercing and neck chaining and so forth. (R.S.) "Maris Marn would be familiar with the writings of Lorraine. She also had a good opportunity to learn from her a number of de- tails about the Twentieth Century that she might be able to `use' in attempting to `fool' us with spies pretending to be from that era," the woman Darlanis had called "Sanda" answered. "There is also `reference' in Lorraine's books to a `Bob and Carol Simmons' and Lorraine herself told me quite a bit about this couple, nei- ther of whom would naturally have any "skills" with our weapons." "Is Sharon Duval here?" Carol asked, glancing about. Her nudity had drawn some attention, although Darlanis drew lots more of course, a number of armed men holding back the crowd that had gathered about to see with their own eyes the Empress in person! "I think we've `wasted enough time'," Darlanis spoke, taking Sanda Talen by the arm, the two women walking off, Lady Tirana's dark eyes hot with fury as she regarded a quickly kneeling Carol! "THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Ten "You are `different' now than you were before," Carol said to me as we laid together. Our first "joining" had been swift, a mere "release" of sexual tension. She had bit, scratched, her thighs clamped tight around my hips as I took her, "had her" as "mine"! She had cried out softly, sobbing out her own "release"! She had "come" swiftly, surprisingly so considering "everything". On the other hand she had been "wet", "ready" for me even before I had first "touched" her. I thought I knew the reason why too. It is, I think, "something" that goes back to the old Stone Age. Back to a time when there was no such a thing as "marriage" yet.* * Lorraine believes from the archaeological discoveries made be- fore she and Sharon flew through the "GATEWAY" that early Man did not form monogamous relationships, but that each "mother" had her own "needs" for "protection" met by the "tribe" itself. Such is, I may note here, also done by the higher apes, it seems. (R.S.) "I have `discovered' something," I said to Carol, holding her close. She was smelly, sweaty, freshly "fucked". We were both well chained by the neck. Cassie had "seen" to that too! Carol's pubes were "bristly". I was unshaven, just a male slave. Back home in the Twentieth Century we both would have been more "touchy" about such things. Here, it hardly seemed to "matter"! The social order that we had once known was now only a "memory". Like a "dream" from which we'd awakened to find ourselves "here"! "The `meaning of manhood'?" Carol breathed, now kissing me. "There is `something' to be said for it," I informed her. The men of my time had "forgotten" what it meant to be a "man". There is something to be "said" for a barbaric society where men understand the true meaning of "manhood". Where swords are worn. A social order where men now refuse to let women "dominate" them. A "line" has been "drawn". Women know "better" than to cross it. That is, I think, why it is "possible" to have Queens, Warladies in command. Why men will take "orders" from a lovely brownette in the heat of battle under the fire from an Imperial first rate. It is "something" the women of the past never did "understand". "Equality" is something that you "earn", not something of "laws". Perhaps that is "why" our own society "died" as it did back then. Why it was "replaced" with that of Janet Rogers, who understood! "You are more like the men in my books now," Carol replied. They had been true "barbarians", muscular "he-men". "Men" I had considered as nothing more than my wife's own erotic "fantasies"! Men to whom women were only "playthings", slaves to be "enjoyed". "As I recall you used to get pretty `wet' at times when you wrote them," I smiled, kissing my beloved brownette once again. I reached down, "felt" of her, noticed that she was "wet" again. "Have me again," Carol breathed, clinging to me. I did. ***************************************************************** The ship was three masted, big. A heavy Imperial first rate some hundred and thirty five feet in length. It laid at anchor a furlong from shore. What had once been "long bow shot" many cen- turies ago. I recalled that Lorraine had written of such things. "Corsica," Lady Tirana smiled down at me, Carol at my side. Half a dozen burly rough sailors from the ship now at the oars. The ship's big longboat rising and falling in the heavy swells. "I have `heard' of it," I answered, giving her a smile back. We were slaves, chained together by the neck, Carol and I. We now knelt in the bottom of the boat, facing our black clad mis- tress. I noted too that it was still commanded by Valerie Dunn. "It is said that the North Star has been `seen' in these wa- ters," the tall redheaded woman captain of Corsica "commented" to Lady Tirana as they sat side by side at the stern. I smiled to myself. I thought of a lovely golden haired Queen who had stood upon its decks. Of another I had once known back in another era. I had never "met" Maris Marn, but yet she was my own "Queen" now! Carol and I were Dularnians, even if we'd never seen our country! "I am sure you would be delighted to `take' it," Lady Tirana smiled back. There was a considerable bounty on both the ship and its beautiful captain. I admired Maris' courage to take com- mand and sail these seas now claimed by the Empire of California! "It would be the `end' to a `legend'," Valerie smiled back. Maris being thought of by many as being a sort of "Robin Hood"... "Trella," Lady Tirana said to us as we were brought up on deck. Carol and I had spent the trip shackled together in the ship's lower hold there below the waterline. I had muchly "en- joyed" myself. I have no doubts that Carol had also "enjoyed" such "attentions"! She had been "affectionate", "loving", but yet "different" than before. We were being transported to Trella to fight in the arena for the "amusement" of the people of that great capital city. I thought of the Roman Games. Wondered if we would ever "see" each other again after this. One never ever knows about such things. Trella was "impressive" in a way, re- minding me somewhat of Rome in its glory. Of Athens perhaps in the time of Pericles. Of other "classical" cities of legend. Just to the north of it lie the crumbling ruins of what once was Los Angeles centuries ago, a place where "strange things" are seen and even the "bravest" of Warriors refuse to enter at night. "Kneel! Bow your heads!" Lady Tirana snapped. We quickly did so. She was tall, golden, almost like a goddess of old myths and legends. It is said that she is the most beautiful woman of all time. I recalled the likeness there on the coin that had been sent to me with the three books. It did her but little jus- tice, I thought! The beautiful golden mesh she wore concealed little of her magnificent figure. DARLANIS, EMPRESS OF IMPERIAL CALIFORNIA now stood there before us as we knelt before her! She was, I thought, perhaps a woman of whom "legends" might be made. A "Shannon Tweed on `steroids'" as Carol later on described her. The woman who would be the mother of one not yet born, but yet one that Carol and I had met back last year in the 20th Century! The mysterious beautiful woman we had known as "Domino Tremaine"! A woman who would live on without aging until the year 2047 A.D.! "Kiss her feet, you `worthless slaves'!" Tirana snapped. I did so, pressing my lips against a big toe, the nail well painted as she stood before me, tall, golden, truly the Empress she is! Carol doing the same as she knelt beside me to the othe toe. SHE wore high heeled sandals, the straps crisscrossing up her legs. Keri standing at my side bowing low to her golden haired Empress. The sun hot on my body as it came out from behind a fleecy cloud. A trio of well armed helmeted women clad in chain mail standing a bit back from us. My first glimpse of Imperial Warrioresses. I supposed that they were a part of Darlanis' own personal guards. Such women are said to be the finest in all of California itself! "Stand, remove your dress," Darlanis ordered Carol. My wife did so, silently "submitting" to the "inspection" of the Imperial monarch of California. I watched out of the corner of my eye. I had to admit that Lorraine had not "lied" in describing Darlanis. On a scale of one to ten, Darlanis rated at least a good eleven! "She is not `beautiful', but she does have an excellent fig- ure," Darlanis said. That was an honest "assessment" of my wife. Perhaps not as "flattering" as she would have liked, but honest. Carol is not objectively a "beautiful" woman. She is, I feel, a woman who "grows" on you. A woman who becomes beautiful to you. The sort of a woman you feel "comfortable" with. Want to marry! "She is a Dularnian spy, perhaps off the North Star," Tirana then spoke. "Her husband is the man now kneeling at your feet." Darlanis had powerful muscular legs. By the standards of the 20th Century she was, I thought to myself, probably more the sort who would have made another "Lana Clarkson" than anything else! "She is not of Dularn," the Empress spoke in level tones! "What do you mean?" Lady Tirana gasped in shocked surprise. I wondered just what Darlanis "knew" that no one else had seen? "She is too `tanned' to be off a raider," Darlanis spoke. "And it is too early in the year yet for a woman of Dularn to be sunning herself," the Empress added, obviously no "dumb blonde"! Carol did have a beautiful tan, with only her pubes yet "white". No free woman would ever "sun" herself aboard a Dularnian warship anyway, since such would be doubtlessly "bad for discipline", al- though slave girls are sometimes allowed to do so when there is little risk of battle in the near future. The "status" of the slave girl being utterly "different" than that of the free woman. A slave being "legally" an "animal" under the laws of California. I should mention here that photography does exist in this era, although nothing like what was known in the 20th Century, as cameras now are big and bulky things like those of the Nineteenth Century. There is also a certain amount of "pornography", al- though the photographs are naturally all of slave girls, as no free woman would ever "allow" herself to be so "photographed" if she had anything to say about it. I am speaking here of Dularni- an women, as I don't know about those of California, who are sup- posedly less "up tight" about such things. Queen Maris says that no woman of "breeding" would ever allow herself to be so photo- graphed, although on the other hand she does not seem to be greatly upset if I happen to see her in nothing but "clips" and a strap. The "modesty taboos" of this era being quite different from our own. The "display" of a woman's nipples beneath her own clothing for example is considered extremely "daring", and some- thing that no true woman of "breeding" ever does, as Queen Maris "informed" my wife there at Arsana when we had that great "ball"! "I don't understand," Lady Tirana breathed, captain Valerie Dunn now at her side. Darlanis now being joined by another wom- an, a dark haired woman, much like my wife in some ways, her own attire such that it was obvious she was a person of "importance"! Her broad brimmed hat and veil proof of her own social standing. She wore the silken blouse and leather skirt common in this era. High heeled leather boots, a sword at her hip as is common now due to Lorraine's "militia law" and its universal military train- ing provisions. She was followed by a collared slave girl carry- ing a baby there on her back, much like an Indian squaw might do. The slave girl on a chain leash much like one might leash a dog! The collar on a slave girl usually being fitted loose enough on her to allow this without any discomfort for the girl so leashed. A trio of Warriors following her, standing there and "watching". They wore helmets and had shields as well as wearing chain mail. Their arms were short spears along with short swords and daggers. Their overall appearance reminding me much of that of "Rome"... "A `slut' you are considering buying?" the newcomer asked. The tone of her voice much as if she had asked if Darlanis was considering buying some domestic animal Tirana now had for sale! "This woman is supposed to be `Dularnian', but as you will note, Sanda, she is rather darkly tanned for this time of year." Darlanis going on to say that it was "too cold" in Dularn before late spring for a woman to lie out in the sun and get a suntan. "I am not from Dularn," Carol said softly, raising her head. "My husband and I are Bob and Carol Simmons from the year 1991." "They first claimed to be from a time before The War," Lady Tirana spoke up, "Although you can see for yourself that she was shaved and has her nipples pierced like any woman of our time." "She does have an `odd accent'," the other now "observed". "Not a true Dularnian `accent' either from the sound of it," San- da said, moving a bit closer to Carol to "study" her. I suspect- ed she was Lady Sanda Talen, now the Prime Minister of Trelandar. Tirana replied, "But they are both highly skilled with the sword and she was also wearing the golden neck chain of a wife." "Nipple piercing was `unknown' before the time of Janet Rog- ers," Darlanis spoke, "Although we do have records of women who did shave before she became President of the United States in the year 2008 of their time," the Empress answered like some teacher. Sanda adding, "I would also dispute the fact that they come from an era before the 21st Century as the people of that era had no skills with swords with few exceptions such as our own Lor- raine. Also, neck chaining was also unknown until that time."* * These practices were all written up in my wife's books. While her novels did not sell that well in our own time, I suspect now that they did so later on in the 21st Century when there was a renewed "interest" in such things. This is, I believe, and Lor- raine herself agrees with me on this, the "cause" of such prac- tices as nipple piercing and neck chaining and so forth. (R.S.) "Maris Marn would be familiar with the writings of Lorraine. She also had a good opportunity to learn from her a number of de- tails about the Twentieth Century that she might be able to `use' in attempting to `fool' us with spies pretending to be from that era," the woman Darlanis had called "Sanda" answered. "There is also `reference' in Lorraine's books to a `Bob and Carol Simmons' and Lorraine herself told me quite a bit about this couple, nei- ther of whom would naturally have any "skills" with our weapons." "Is Sharon Duval here?" Carol asked, glancing about. Her nudity had drawn some attention, although Darlanis drew lots more of course, a number of armed men holding back the crowd that had gathered about to see with their own eyes the Empress in person! "I think we've `wasted enough time'," Darlanis spoke, taking Sanda Talen by the arm, the two women walking off, Lady Tirana's dark eyes hot with fury as she regarded a quickly kneeling Carol! |
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