"2567-11" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 5 - The Warlady Of Dularn)"THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Eleven "I'm just lucky Tirana didn't do anything more than slap my face," Carol said to me as the cell door slammed shut behind us. We were both naked, imprisoned in a small cell yards beneath the surface of the earth, the only light that which came from a oil lamp down the passageway. I felt straw under my feet, guided my wife down beside me. Tirana had slapped her hard several times, giving my wife a nosebleed from being so "struck". Slapping a slave girl's face is a common way free women use to "discipline". Male slaves are generally whipped, although some women do "slap". "Darlanis at least knew that you didn't come from Dularn," I pointed out. Our trouble was obviously Lorraine's own novels! I supposed it seemed "logical" to everyone but us that Queen Maris might try to pull such a "trick" as this, using people who "met" the description Lorraine had given of us as far as possible. It should also be "noted" here that Lorraine's description of Carol is quite accurate, although she does not describe me at all here. "Didn't do us any good, did it?" Carol answered, the tone of her voice showing the "hopelessness" that she felt now. Sharon or Lorraine was our own only hope, I thought, and Sharon herself might not "recognize" us, as she had only seen me a couple times and Carol once. And that was some three years ago, I recalled! We were somewhere beneath the great city arena of Trella. I thought of the works of Edgar Rice Burroughs, of his "Mars" ser- ies that has, I suspect, been the "source" of many later works. Ones as John Norman's own "GOR" series and my wife's "NEW CALI- FORNIA" novels, which I suspect had a great influence on life in the 21st Century even if they never "sold" that well in our time! Carol's non-fiction work, "A KEY TO A WOMAN'S HEART" is "famous". It is the sort of a book mothers here "give" to their children. A book that every married couple also gets as a "wedding gift". I have even overheard women saying, "Well, `Carol' says.......!" "Why `were' we transported here?" my wife spoke softly there in the darkness, her face against my shoulder as we sat together there in the darkness far beneath the ground. I felt "wetness", realized that she was weeping to herself. "Why did Tais DO this to us?" That had been a question for which I had yet no answer. I know "why" Tais did it, but the "price" we paid is something I hope Tais never makes anyone else "pay" for her cold-blooded act in establishing a "balance of power" between Dularn and Imperial California. Sometimes I wonder if the Priestesses are "human"?* * They are in a strict "biological sense", but otherwise? I should mention here that they are biologically "neutered", inca- pable of reproduction or perhaps even understanding such! (R.S.) "Perhaps there was a `mistake'," I said, kissing her, tast- ing the salt of her tears on my lips. I held her, "stroked" her there in the stuffy darkness of our cell far beneath the earth. We were two poor lost souls, six centuries from our own "home"! "We are at least still together," Carol said to me then. Perhaps it was to be our last night together I thought as I then pressed her down on the straw, her arms going about me as our lips pressed together in a long deep kiss. Her nakedness as al- ways "exciting", "provocative" despite her unwashed, smelly body. "No regrets?" I said to her. It had been her decision to come with me. She assured me that she wished to be nowhere else! "I haven't been completely `faithful' to you," Carol spoke softly there in the darkness. Her words for a moment "puzzling" as I did not consider her "use" by the men on the estate as any- thing but "rape". The fact that she was forced to "choose" every day a man to "have" her no doubt only added to her misery there! "There were a couple who were `too good' as `lovers' for me to be able to `hold back'," she spoke softly, gently caressing me. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was quite ashamed of herself for having had sexual "release" under such circumstances! "Keri gave us Sandi one night," I said, holding my wife there in my arms. In the darkness Sandi had looked a lot like my wife. Especially when I held her head in my lap and had her "do" me with her mouth. She was "good", but not in the same "class" as Carol, who is a fantastic fellatrix with a style all her own. "She does look a `little' like me," Carol observed in reply. "Much more so in the dark," I assured my brownette delight. "It seems all I `do' now is think of S-E-X," Carol laughed, explaining that guardsmen were always "touching", "teasing" her. "Just like I used to do at home," I said to her in return. "Except I don't `tease' back," Carol laughed, kissing me. "`To see you is to want you'" I told my sexy brownette. "Apparently `seeing' is not `necessary'," Carol spoke. "I think I have `discovered my lost youth'," I told her. "That's a new way of calling it," my collared wife laughed. "You will `draw blood', not kill," Lady Tirana said to us. The point of the sword was blunted, the edges sharp. One might "cut" with such a weapon, but killing would be a bit more "diffi- cult" than with a properly "pointed" weapon. I was naked but for a brief bit of leather. I could hear the roar of the crowd. I thought of the movies I'd seen of "Roman Games". I never thought I'd ever get to "act" in any of them. I considered telling Lady Tirana that, but suspected it would only make "trouble" if I did! After the "episode" with Darlanis yesterday Tirana was in no mood to be "fooled with" by anyone. I "liked" Tirana, and I knew how she must have "felt", especially with someone like Darlanis being told by Carol that she was actually a time traveler from 1991 AD! Carol stood by my side, naked but for the brief bit of soft leather that just barely covered her sex. We would fight side by side. Such "fights" are determined upon a basis of "points", upon the degree of "injury" one inflicts upon one's opponent. We would fight against another "couple", a male and female slave pair. One was not supposed to "kill", although it did "happen". I felt Keri's eyes on me, the look in her eyes leaving no doubt. Women do have "sexual feelings" when they look at a man so clad. Male slaves are sometimes bound and placed in a half hood so that they cannot see, but yet have their mouths exposed. Free women will then "avail" themselves of the "opportunity". I had once been so "treated". I yet recalled the taste, the "smell" of her. The soft muffled cries she had made as I had knelt before her. I suspected who she was, but knew better than to speak of it now... Due to the conflict between the Empire and Dularn, there were now a large number of Dularnian slave girls in the Empire, a ready source of women who "knew" the sword to at least some de- gree. There were also increasing numbers of Californian women who had learned the sword due to Queen Lorraine's "encouragement" of such things as means of increasing the equality of the sexes. This had made it possible to stage a number of "combats" between women and between women and men. The latter being less "popular" due to the fact that the men usually "won" unless the woman was really "good" due to the considerable differences in strength. A woman, even of this era, being a "match" only for a teenage boy!* * The "average woman" of the 20th Century is about as strong as a healthy thirteen year old boy. Those of the 26th Century, more used to physical work, were stronger, but not by that much. (JB) However, the latest "popular" form of the "sport" right now was the matching of "couples", paired slaves facing other slaves. I understood that there were men who actually had "stables" of such slaves, and who spent considerable time pairing them off to get a "pair" that might fight well together in the arena. Lady Tirana's thought here was that Carol and I might make a "winning combination" as we were married to each other, and she had spent a good deal of time in training us to fight side by side against other pairs. Tirana using "volunteers" from the men and women at arms who guarded Queen Lorraine's estate. Carol and I having now easily "bested" all of them much to Lady Tirana's own pleasure! I won't go into Lady Tirana's "motivations" for all this, although I suppose she took a bit of pride in having "fighters" like us, much like someone might take pride in having a fast uni- corn or a swift ship. The fact that Carol and I might get killed probably didn't "bother" her that much, as we were but "slaves"!* * One thinks here of the attitude that people of our own time had towards "those" of other races, of other nations. Towards those less fortunate than ourselves. I do not think the civilizations of the 26th Century are really any more "cruel" than ours was. I will admit, however, that every once in a while Carol or I will be a bit "shocked" by something no one else thinks "anything" of. Dularn is probably more "civilized" than the Empire, but on the other hand it also has "games" much like those Carol and I fought in there in Trella. Carol is "uncomfortable" about human slav- ery, but on the other hand it is probably more "sensible" than what we did back in our own time with putting people in prisons for years at a time at considerable cost to the taxpayers. And there is always something to be "said" for having a pretty little collared wench kneeling there at your feet, although my wife does see that Kathi "minds her manners" and behaves as a "proper girl" should! She is probably also the only slave girl with panties! My wife having "insisted" on such as Kathi is a bit "careless" like many slave girls about "showing too much" of herself! (R.S.) "`We who are about to die, salute you'," Carol answered the old Warlady, Tirana being actually well up in her eighties, some- thing that had surprised both of us, although Lorraine does men- tion it in her books. The anti-aging serums preventing physical aging until one reaches about a hundred or so where there is a slow gradual decline until death takes you at about a hundred and thirty. Tirana giving her a "puzzled look", then shrugging, her dark eyes regarding us both as we stood there before her. I put an arm around Carol, hugged her. I had "confidence" in her. In her skills, abilities, and more importantly, I could "trust" her! There are perhaps better fighters but when the time comes to walk that "shadowed valley", I want my brownette there at my side too! We have stood together with death all around us, faced the "fire" of an Imperial first rate, one commanded by Lorraine herself, and I pray that when the "time comes" we will die together as "one"! "Whatever," Tirana muttered, seemingly "preoccupied" then. Keri giving her grandmother a "hug", her dark eyes meeting mine. I had little doubts Keri was the "one" that I had "knelt" before. I looked up into the stands, saw the standards of the Em- press of California, saw the glitter of gold there in the sun. I thought of one tall, golden, who had "suspected" the "truth" in a way, although she too had refused to believe that we might be in truth "time travelers" from the Twentieth Century. I could hear the roar of the crowd, felt the sun hot on my naked body. Carol standing there beside me, bare breasted, naked but for the bit of leather now covering her sex. She threw her head back, breathed deeply, the muscles moving beneath her tanned skin. I thought of others, realized Carol was as much a "Warrioress" as any who bore the caste mark on their wrist. I thought her "beautiful" despite what Darlanis had said of her. I took her in my arms, kissed her before the thousands there in the stands. I think they under- stood that we were not just a pair of slaves paired up together! "I'm glad I married you," I said to her, looking into her eyes. Holding her, feeling the "warmth" of her nakedness against mine. She was strong, supple, more of this era than of our own! I knew I had found my "Warlady". Lorraine was but a memory now. "I am too," Carol laughed, her eyes sparkling into my own! "Even if we did end up on `GOR' and in `NEW CALIFORNIA?" I laughed, referring to the writings of John Norman and one Carol Simmons. The author of the last giving me a sword salute back!!! "We have `work' to do," I said, seeing our "opponents" now. The male slave staggered back, dropping his sword, his femi- nine companion, a slim blondish wench, clutching a bleeding thigh as she stood there, Carol giving me a smile as she stepped to my side. The cheers of the crowd like a roaring there in our ears! "Lars and Sandi gave us a `better fight' than any of these," Carol said in a voice that would not be overheard. I nodded. I had little doubt that Lady Tirana had wagered heavily on us. She doubtlessly stood to make a considerable amount of money. A pile of golden crowns. I also suspected that no one would believe now that we came from the 20th Century. I no longer really "cared"! "We are upholding the `honor' of Dularn," I smiled back. "The `honor' of two none will believe," my wife smiled. "Like that `bitch' up there," I pointed with my sword. "THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Eleven "I'm just lucky Tirana didn't do anything more than slap my face," Carol said to me as the cell door slammed shut behind us. We were both naked, imprisoned in a small cell yards beneath the surface of the earth, the only light that which came from a oil lamp down the passageway. I felt straw under my feet, guided my wife down beside me. Tirana had slapped her hard several times, giving my wife a nosebleed from being so "struck". Slapping a slave girl's face is a common way free women use to "discipline". Male slaves are generally whipped, although some women do "slap". "Darlanis at least knew that you didn't come from Dularn," I pointed out. Our trouble was obviously Lorraine's own novels! I supposed it seemed "logical" to everyone but us that Queen Maris might try to pull such a "trick" as this, using people who "met" the description Lorraine had given of us as far as possible. It should also be "noted" here that Lorraine's description of Carol is quite accurate, although she does not describe me at all here. "Didn't do us any good, did it?" Carol answered, the tone of her voice showing the "hopelessness" that she felt now. Sharon or Lorraine was our own only hope, I thought, and Sharon herself might not "recognize" us, as she had only seen me a couple times and Carol once. And that was some three years ago, I recalled! We were somewhere beneath the great city arena of Trella. I thought of the works of Edgar Rice Burroughs, of his "Mars" ser- ies that has, I suspect, been the "source" of many later works. Ones as John Norman's own "GOR" series and my wife's "NEW CALI- FORNIA" novels, which I suspect had a great influence on life in the 21st Century even if they never "sold" that well in our time! Carol's non-fiction work, "A KEY TO A WOMAN'S HEART" is "famous". It is the sort of a book mothers here "give" to their children. A book that every married couple also gets as a "wedding gift". I have even overheard women saying, "Well, `Carol' says.......!" "Why `were' we transported here?" my wife spoke softly there in the darkness, her face against my shoulder as we sat together there in the darkness far beneath the ground. I felt "wetness", realized that she was weeping to herself. "Why did Tais DO this to us?" That had been a question for which I had yet no answer. I know "why" Tais did it, but the "price" we paid is something I hope Tais never makes anyone else "pay" for her cold-blooded act in establishing a "balance of power" between Dularn and Imperial California. Sometimes I wonder if the Priestesses are "human"?* * They are in a strict "biological sense", but otherwise? I should mention here that they are biologically "neutered", inca- pable of reproduction or perhaps even understanding such! (R.S.) "Perhaps there was a `mistake'," I said, kissing her, tast- ing the salt of her tears on my lips. I held her, "stroked" her there in the stuffy darkness of our cell far beneath the earth. We were two poor lost souls, six centuries from our own "home"! "We are at least still together," Carol said to me then. Perhaps it was to be our last night together I thought as I then pressed her down on the straw, her arms going about me as our lips pressed together in a long deep kiss. Her nakedness as al- ways "exciting", "provocative" despite her unwashed, smelly body. "No regrets?" I said to her. It had been her decision to come with me. She assured me that she wished to be nowhere else! "I haven't been completely `faithful' to you," Carol spoke softly there in the darkness. Her words for a moment "puzzling" as I did not consider her "use" by the men on the estate as any- thing but "rape". The fact that she was forced to "choose" every day a man to "have" her no doubt only added to her misery there! "There were a couple who were `too good' as `lovers' for me to be able to `hold back'," she spoke softly, gently caressing me. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was quite ashamed of herself for having had sexual "release" under such circumstances! "Keri gave us Sandi one night," I said, holding my wife there in my arms. In the darkness Sandi had looked a lot like my wife. Especially when I held her head in my lap and had her "do" me with her mouth. She was "good", but not in the same "class" as Carol, who is a fantastic fellatrix with a style all her own. "She does look a `little' like me," Carol observed in reply. "Much more so in the dark," I assured my brownette delight. "It seems all I `do' now is think of S-E-X," Carol laughed, explaining that guardsmen were always "touching", "teasing" her. "Just like I used to do at home," I said to her in return. "Except I don't `tease' back," Carol laughed, kissing me. "`To see you is to want you'" I told my sexy brownette. "Apparently `seeing' is not `necessary'," Carol spoke. "I think I have `discovered my lost youth'," I told her. "That's a new way of calling it," my collared wife laughed. "You will `draw blood', not kill," Lady Tirana said to us. The point of the sword was blunted, the edges sharp. One might "cut" with such a weapon, but killing would be a bit more "diffi- cult" than with a properly "pointed" weapon. I was naked but for a brief bit of leather. I could hear the roar of the crowd. I thought of the movies I'd seen of "Roman Games". I never thought I'd ever get to "act" in any of them. I considered telling Lady Tirana that, but suspected it would only make "trouble" if I did! After the "episode" with Darlanis yesterday Tirana was in no mood to be "fooled with" by anyone. I "liked" Tirana, and I knew how she must have "felt", especially with someone like Darlanis being told by Carol that she was actually a time traveler from 1991 AD! Carol stood by my side, naked but for the brief bit of soft leather that just barely covered her sex. We would fight side by side. Such "fights" are determined upon a basis of "points", upon the degree of "injury" one inflicts upon one's opponent. We would fight against another "couple", a male and female slave pair. One was not supposed to "kill", although it did "happen". I felt Keri's eyes on me, the look in her eyes leaving no doubt. Women do have "sexual feelings" when they look at a man so clad. Male slaves are sometimes bound and placed in a half hood so that they cannot see, but yet have their mouths exposed. Free women will then "avail" themselves of the "opportunity". I had once been so "treated". I yet recalled the taste, the "smell" of her. The soft muffled cries she had made as I had knelt before her. I suspected who she was, but knew better than to speak of it now... Due to the conflict between the Empire and Dularn, there were now a large number of Dularnian slave girls in the Empire, a ready source of women who "knew" the sword to at least some de- gree. There were also increasing numbers of Californian women who had learned the sword due to Queen Lorraine's "encouragement" of such things as means of increasing the equality of the sexes. This had made it possible to stage a number of "combats" between women and between women and men. The latter being less "popular" due to the fact that the men usually "won" unless the woman was really "good" due to the considerable differences in strength. A woman, even of this era, being a "match" only for a teenage boy!* * The "average woman" of the 20th Century is about as strong as a healthy thirteen year old boy. Those of the 26th Century, more used to physical work, were stronger, but not by that much. (JB) However, the latest "popular" form of the "sport" right now was the matching of "couples", paired slaves facing other slaves. I understood that there were men who actually had "stables" of such slaves, and who spent considerable time pairing them off to get a "pair" that might fight well together in the arena. Lady Tirana's thought here was that Carol and I might make a "winning combination" as we were married to each other, and she had spent a good deal of time in training us to fight side by side against other pairs. Tirana using "volunteers" from the men and women at arms who guarded Queen Lorraine's estate. Carol and I having now easily "bested" all of them much to Lady Tirana's own pleasure! I won't go into Lady Tirana's "motivations" for all this, although I suppose she took a bit of pride in having "fighters" like us, much like someone might take pride in having a fast uni- corn or a swift ship. The fact that Carol and I might get killed probably didn't "bother" her that much, as we were but "slaves"!* * One thinks here of the attitude that people of our own time had towards "those" of other races, of other nations. Towards those less fortunate than ourselves. I do not think the civilizations of the 26th Century are really any more "cruel" than ours was. I will admit, however, that every once in a while Carol or I will be a bit "shocked" by something no one else thinks "anything" of. Dularn is probably more "civilized" than the Empire, but on the other hand it also has "games" much like those Carol and I fought in there in Trella. Carol is "uncomfortable" about human slav- ery, but on the other hand it is probably more "sensible" than what we did back in our own time with putting people in prisons for years at a time at considerable cost to the taxpayers. And there is always something to be "said" for having a pretty little collared wench kneeling there at your feet, although my wife does see that Kathi "minds her manners" and behaves as a "proper girl" should! She is probably also the only slave girl with panties! My wife having "insisted" on such as Kathi is a bit "careless" like many slave girls about "showing too much" of herself! (R.S.) "`We who are about to die, salute you'," Carol answered the old Warlady, Tirana being actually well up in her eighties, some- thing that had surprised both of us, although Lorraine does men- tion it in her books. The anti-aging serums preventing physical aging until one reaches about a hundred or so where there is a slow gradual decline until death takes you at about a hundred and thirty. Tirana giving her a "puzzled look", then shrugging, her dark eyes regarding us both as we stood there before her. I put an arm around Carol, hugged her. I had "confidence" in her. In her skills, abilities, and more importantly, I could "trust" her! There are perhaps better fighters but when the time comes to walk that "shadowed valley", I want my brownette there at my side too! We have stood together with death all around us, faced the "fire" of an Imperial first rate, one commanded by Lorraine herself, and I pray that when the "time comes" we will die together as "one"! "Whatever," Tirana muttered, seemingly "preoccupied" then. Keri giving her grandmother a "hug", her dark eyes meeting mine. I had little doubts Keri was the "one" that I had "knelt" before. I looked up into the stands, saw the standards of the Em- press of California, saw the glitter of gold there in the sun. I thought of one tall, golden, who had "suspected" the "truth" in a way, although she too had refused to believe that we might be in truth "time travelers" from the Twentieth Century. I could hear the roar of the crowd, felt the sun hot on my naked body. Carol standing there beside me, bare breasted, naked but for the bit of leather now covering her sex. She threw her head back, breathed deeply, the muscles moving beneath her tanned skin. I thought of others, realized Carol was as much a "Warrioress" as any who bore the caste mark on their wrist. I thought her "beautiful" despite what Darlanis had said of her. I took her in my arms, kissed her before the thousands there in the stands. I think they under- stood that we were not just a pair of slaves paired up together! "I'm glad I married you," I said to her, looking into her eyes. Holding her, feeling the "warmth" of her nakedness against mine. She was strong, supple, more of this era than of our own! I knew I had found my "Warlady". Lorraine was but a memory now. "I am too," Carol laughed, her eyes sparkling into my own! "Even if we did end up on `GOR' and in `NEW CALIFORNIA?" I laughed, referring to the writings of John Norman and one Carol Simmons. The author of the last giving me a sword salute back!!! "We have `work' to do," I said, seeing our "opponents" now. The male slave staggered back, dropping his sword, his femi- nine companion, a slim blondish wench, clutching a bleeding thigh as she stood there, Carol giving me a smile as she stepped to my side. The cheers of the crowd like a roaring there in our ears! "Lars and Sandi gave us a `better fight' than any of these," Carol said in a voice that would not be overheard. I nodded. I had little doubt that Lady Tirana had wagered heavily on us. She doubtlessly stood to make a considerable amount of money. A pile of golden crowns. I also suspected that no one would believe now that we came from the 20th Century. I no longer really "cared"! "We are upholding the `honor' of Dularn," I smiled back. "The `honor' of two none will believe," my wife smiled. "Like that `bitch' up there," I pointed with my sword. |
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