"2567-35" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 5 - The Warlady Of Dularn)"THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Thirty Five "I'm scared," Kathi said, kneeling before her new mistress. How "safe" life had been there on the estate compared to this!!! "We are all `scared', Kathi," Carol Simmons smiled back, reaching out, and affectionately tousling the slave girl's hair. Kathi was basically a good girl, just one who needed "discipline" of the sort that only a mistress might give to a girl like her. She had restored the girl's clothing, such as what it was here. Given orders to the crew that the girl might not be "used" with- out her permission. Kathi had been extremely grateful for that! She had also been given a "strap" to wear, much to her surprise! One made of soft oiled leather that matched her halter and skirt. "You are a great Warrioress, like their `Warlady'," Kathi said, Carol giving her a "smile" in return. Kathi was not the only one who now compared her to Lorraine Richards, the Warlady. Yet Carol hadn't seen that she'd really "done" all that much! It had been obvious that one had to do what she had done, and there wasn't really anything too unusual in using the tactics she had! On the other hand, Carol mused to herself, perhaps they were now! "I `wish' I was back home in our own time getting fucked," Carol smiled, sharing more with the slave girl than she had first "thought" that she might. "I'm getting pretty sick and tired of all this fighting," she said, the slave's eyes glowing into hers. "I wish I hadn't been so `nasty' towards you," Kathi said. "Never thought I'd be your mistress, did you?" Carol said. "You're a more `attractive' woman than me," Kathi admitted. "Beware of the lying tongues of slave girls!" Carol teased. "Men on the estate thought so," Kathi smiled back at Carol. "I suppose I am rather `provocative'," Carol admitted then. "A true `M.P.S' like that `Mr. Bigge' claimed," my wife smiled at Kathi. The provocative slave girl now giving her a puzzled look. "`Member of the Privileged Sex'," Carol smiled, the slave girl nodding, obviously not "understanding" such a concept when expressed in such terms. Kathi certainly didn't consider herself "privileged" by any means, especially not now as Carol's slave!!! "Like `free women'?" Kathi ventured. She had been a slave since her late teenage years, when she'd been caught shoplifting jewelry with another girl in Trella and sentenced to slavery for her "crime". The other girl's parents had been rich, and they had been able to "buy" their daughter's freedom easily. Kathi had not been so lucky. She had ended up a slave of Lady Tirana. One of half a dozen there on her estate next to Lorraine's. She had been "taken" with her mistress by Dularnians, who had quickly in turn "lost" all to the Seahawk and Lorraine's own "trickery"! Later Kathi had become Lady Tirana's own "first girl" after the old Warlady had sold her first girl to Lorraine some time before. "I would `assume' so," Carol smiled, hugging the slave girl. "Sail Ho!" the lookout called down as Maris stood beside me. Against the darkness one could see little but a spot of paleness. The night was cloudy, no Moon. Deimos had passed over earlier, a moving spot of light one hardly noticed unless you looked for it. It is sixteen seconds of arc, more a "speck" unless you use a good telescope like Maris', then you can see the shape of the old Lorr starship circling the Earth in a polar orbit as it has done ever since The War. It's abandoned now, just a lifeless rock... "Another merchantman making a `run' for it," Maris guessed. Our own black sails of course making us nearly "invisible" now. "Be `easy pickings' if we didn't have `bigger fish to fry' now." ***************************************************************** "Quiet," the first officer of the Athena said, his captain nodding as she stood there on the quarterdeck looking out to sea. Lorraine "hoped" to hold the North Star off with the Athena's own firepower long enough to win a victory against the Dularnian. On the other hand if the North Star could "close", then both ships would be doomed to a fiery death there at sea. She thought long- ingly of a time when there had been no strange warrior women from the 20th Century to introduce new methods of combat. New means of killing one another. There was no doubt in her mind that the 20th Century had been far more "violent" than her own, such proof being obvious when you looked at women like Carol and Lorraine! "You left a will with your wife?" Janice asked, well aware that if he had not it was "too late" now to do so. Lorraine had given such instructions to the crew, to the officers of the ship. Perhaps the Dularnian practice now used on their own naval ships of using married couples had something to "say" for it. On the other hand one's children then suffered from losing both parents. "I just hope she keeps her legs together," he answered back. That was a problem often when men were gone for a long time from home. In an era where women were implanted with a contraceptive device that was a hundred percent proof against pregnancy sexual faithfulness was something one could not take just for "granted". Janice herself knew that her husband would visit the brothels, perhaps pay for the "attentions" of a "hip-swinger" from time to time. That was "accepted". Something no wife worried about. On the other hand Janice wondered why women were not "granted" the same "privileges". A woman's only sexual outlet if she wasn't to be "unfaithful" to her husband was masturbation, and that did not always "satisfy". Especially not the need at times to be "held"! ***************************************************************** "These forts are about half a mile apart, aren't they?" I said as Maris made Carol and me a rough sketch of Trella. It did not appear that there would be much "fog" tonight. And I wasn't too sure that in a fog we might not end up sailing up on to some rock and tearing the bottom out of the ship in trying to do this! "Yes," Maris answered, her lovely eyes glowing up into mine. We had the stern windows covered so that there would be no glow. Such can be seen for miles at night at sea, as Lorraine relates. "And the Imperials do have ships of this class?" I asked. Darlanis had two from what I had heard. Neither had been "used" to any effective degree against Dularn, but they were "there", and Dularn itself had to take a certain degree of "caution" now. Darlanis' agents are "competent", whatever you think of Darlanis herself. I don't think that big blonde is that "quick witted", but she is quite "competent" if you give her a chance to be so! It was our plan to hoist an Imperial flag, pose as one of these ships coming down from Sarn, and "hope for the best" in getting out after we now set fire to the Athena there in Trella's harbor! "Almost perfect copies, although the sail plan is slightly `different' from what I've heard," the Queen of Dularn answered. "What's the minimum crew you need to work the ship?" Carol asked, bending over the map, her body heavily perfumed, I noted. I had to "smile" to myself, as the perfume was one often used by slave girls. Carol on the other hand is a totally female woman. The sort of a woman who has no "doubts" about herself as a woman. "A dozen, I'd suppose," Maris answered, a puzzled note in her voice. Carol glanced up at me, "nodded" in reply to my own. "We land a force here, behind the northern fort," I said, pointing to the sketch. "A force of about sixty should do it." The Imperials would number about a hundred. With the element of surprise on our side I thought it would be "sufficient" for the task. The Imperial forces, from what Maris had told me, would be easy to "surprise" as no one would ever believe that a single enemy ship would ever try to enter into a harbor like Trella's. "There is a problem," Maris said, looking down at the map. "What's that?" my wife asked as she stood beside me. "I worry about the wind," Maris then answered softly. "It seems strong enough," I said, feeling the ship roll. "Coming `out' of Trella I have to sail right straight into it," the Queen explained, "And you're leaving me with less than a quarter of mile of `room' to exit without coming under fire from that other fort." I glanced at Carol, saw her nod back in reply. Maris would have to tack the North Star back and forth, and in such a confined area that she would have no room for any error! "How big a crew would we need to sail the Athena out?" I asked her then. There would probably be only an "anchor watch" aboard the Imperial first rate, and a couple dozen men could han- dle a ship like the Athena without trouble even in Trella's bay! A sudden knock on the cabin door putting a halt to everything!!! ***************************************************************** "We're quite a ways `out' from Trella, your ladyship," the captain's voice came out of the darkness as Lady Sanda Talen nod- ded back. Her own personal yacht, a lithe vessel some forty feet in length, taking the long rolling swells with a competent ease. "You're as `safe' here as in bed with your slut," Lady Sanda laughed back, the captain's slave girl a provocative sensual gal. One could see the flashing light of Trella's lighthouse there on the horizon, the cloudy sky now giving a "hint" of rain to come. She had been a bit "nervous" about things ever after Lorraine had told her what she had, and Sanda had thought that a short sail to relax her might be just the ticket before retiring for the night. Ease the "tensions" she'd been under over everything lately here. ***************************************************************** "Something small, moving fast," Maris spoke, lowering the night glass. I could see nothing but a pair of ship's running lights of the sort that small vessels lit when sailing at night. "We could use `information'," Carol spoke in level tones. "General quarters, wind up the ballistae," Maris spoke. "Against `that'?" Carol now laughed there in the darkness. "It may be necessary to `convince' them to heave to," Maris answered, her hair a "paleness" there in the darkness beside me. ***************************************************************** "Something out there," Lady Sanda's captain spoke, straining his eyes into the night. The Prime Minister standing beside him. Suddenly she didn't feel so "safe" anymore. She recalled seeing slave girls sold. Thought of what it would be like to stand na- ked on the "block" in some Dularnian slave market and be "sold"! "Take us back to Trella," Sanda snapped, "nervous" now! The man at the helm spinning the wheel as something "big" came racing out of the darkness towards them. There was a ripping noise as something shot through the mainsail! The other ship a black terrible monster there in the darkness compared to her own! "A Lys Dammed Fucking Dulie!" the captain muttered in fear! "Ahoy There!" Sanda heard the Dularnian hail! "Heave To!" "Run for it!" Lady Sanda snapped, drawing her sword. The captain shrinking back, the two sailors cowering down on deck! A flurry of missiles slammed into the hull of her yacht with thuds! "I'm not dying for any woman!" the captain yelled, grabbing the wheel, crying out in agony as Sanda's sword drove deep into his body! The Prime Minister of Trelandar taking the wheel her- self, turning, and keeping the Dularnian enemy straight astern! "THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Thirty Five "I'm scared," Kathi said, kneeling before her new mistress. How "safe" life had been there on the estate compared to this!!! "We are all `scared', Kathi," Carol Simmons smiled back, reaching out, and affectionately tousling the slave girl's hair. Kathi was basically a good girl, just one who needed "discipline" of the sort that only a mistress might give to a girl like her. She had restored the girl's clothing, such as what it was here. Given orders to the crew that the girl might not be "used" with- out her permission. Kathi had been extremely grateful for that! She had also been given a "strap" to wear, much to her surprise! One made of soft oiled leather that matched her halter and skirt. "You are a great Warrioress, like their `Warlady'," Kathi said, Carol giving her a "smile" in return. Kathi was not the only one who now compared her to Lorraine Richards, the Warlady. Yet Carol hadn't seen that she'd really "done" all that much! It had been obvious that one had to do what she had done, and there wasn't really anything too unusual in using the tactics she had! On the other hand, Carol mused to herself, perhaps they were now! "I `wish' I was back home in our own time getting fucked," Carol smiled, sharing more with the slave girl than she had first "thought" that she might. "I'm getting pretty sick and tired of all this fighting," she said, the slave's eyes glowing into hers. "I wish I hadn't been so `nasty' towards you," Kathi said. "Never thought I'd be your mistress, did you?" Carol said. "You're a more `attractive' woman than me," Kathi admitted. "Beware of the lying tongues of slave girls!" Carol teased. "Men on the estate thought so," Kathi smiled back at Carol. "I suppose I am rather `provocative'," Carol admitted then. "A true `M.P.S' like that `Mr. Bigge' claimed," my wife smiled at Kathi. The provocative slave girl now giving her a puzzled look. "`Member of the Privileged Sex'," Carol smiled, the slave girl nodding, obviously not "understanding" such a concept when expressed in such terms. Kathi certainly didn't consider herself "privileged" by any means, especially not now as Carol's slave!!! "Like `free women'?" Kathi ventured. She had been a slave since her late teenage years, when she'd been caught shoplifting jewelry with another girl in Trella and sentenced to slavery for her "crime". The other girl's parents had been rich, and they had been able to "buy" their daughter's freedom easily. Kathi had not been so lucky. She had ended up a slave of Lady Tirana. One of half a dozen there on her estate next to Lorraine's. She had been "taken" with her mistress by Dularnians, who had quickly in turn "lost" all to the Seahawk and Lorraine's own "trickery"! Later Kathi had become Lady Tirana's own "first girl" after the old Warlady had sold her first girl to Lorraine some time before. "I would `assume' so," Carol smiled, hugging the slave girl. "Sail Ho!" the lookout called down as Maris stood beside me. Against the darkness one could see little but a spot of paleness. The night was cloudy, no Moon. Deimos had passed over earlier, a moving spot of light one hardly noticed unless you looked for it. It is sixteen seconds of arc, more a "speck" unless you use a good telescope like Maris', then you can see the shape of the old Lorr starship circling the Earth in a polar orbit as it has done ever since The War. It's abandoned now, just a lifeless rock... "Another merchantman making a `run' for it," Maris guessed. Our own black sails of course making us nearly "invisible" now. "Be `easy pickings' if we didn't have `bigger fish to fry' now." ***************************************************************** "Quiet," the first officer of the Athena said, his captain nodding as she stood there on the quarterdeck looking out to sea. Lorraine "hoped" to hold the North Star off with the Athena's own firepower long enough to win a victory against the Dularnian. On the other hand if the North Star could "close", then both ships would be doomed to a fiery death there at sea. She thought long- ingly of a time when there had been no strange warrior women from the 20th Century to introduce new methods of combat. New means of killing one another. There was no doubt in her mind that the 20th Century had been far more "violent" than her own, such proof being obvious when you looked at women like Carol and Lorraine! "You left a will with your wife?" Janice asked, well aware that if he had not it was "too late" now to do so. Lorraine had given such instructions to the crew, to the officers of the ship. Perhaps the Dularnian practice now used on their own naval ships of using married couples had something to "say" for it. On the other hand one's children then suffered from losing both parents. "I just hope she keeps her legs together," he answered back. That was a problem often when men were gone for a long time from home. In an era where women were implanted with a contraceptive device that was a hundred percent proof against pregnancy sexual faithfulness was something one could not take just for "granted". Janice herself knew that her husband would visit the brothels, perhaps pay for the "attentions" of a "hip-swinger" from time to time. That was "accepted". Something no wife worried about. On the other hand Janice wondered why women were not "granted" the same "privileges". A woman's only sexual outlet if she wasn't to be "unfaithful" to her husband was masturbation, and that did not always "satisfy". Especially not the need at times to be "held"! ***************************************************************** "These forts are about half a mile apart, aren't they?" I said as Maris made Carol and me a rough sketch of Trella. It did not appear that there would be much "fog" tonight. And I wasn't too sure that in a fog we might not end up sailing up on to some rock and tearing the bottom out of the ship in trying to do this! "Yes," Maris answered, her lovely eyes glowing up into mine. We had the stern windows covered so that there would be no glow. Such can be seen for miles at night at sea, as Lorraine relates. "And the Imperials do have ships of this class?" I asked. Darlanis had two from what I had heard. Neither had been "used" to any effective degree against Dularn, but they were "there", and Dularn itself had to take a certain degree of "caution" now. Darlanis' agents are "competent", whatever you think of Darlanis herself. I don't think that big blonde is that "quick witted", but she is quite "competent" if you give her a chance to be so! It was our plan to hoist an Imperial flag, pose as one of these ships coming down from Sarn, and "hope for the best" in getting out after we now set fire to the Athena there in Trella's harbor! "Almost perfect copies, although the sail plan is slightly `different' from what I've heard," the Queen of Dularn answered. "What's the minimum crew you need to work the ship?" Carol asked, bending over the map, her body heavily perfumed, I noted. I had to "smile" to myself, as the perfume was one often used by slave girls. Carol on the other hand is a totally female woman. The sort of a woman who has no "doubts" about herself as a woman. "A dozen, I'd suppose," Maris answered, a puzzled note in her voice. Carol glanced up at me, "nodded" in reply to my own. "We land a force here, behind the northern fort," I said, pointing to the sketch. "A force of about sixty should do it." The Imperials would number about a hundred. With the element of surprise on our side I thought it would be "sufficient" for the task. The Imperial forces, from what Maris had told me, would be easy to "surprise" as no one would ever believe that a single enemy ship would ever try to enter into a harbor like Trella's. "There is a problem," Maris said, looking down at the map. "What's that?" my wife asked as she stood beside me. "I worry about the wind," Maris then answered softly. "It seems strong enough," I said, feeling the ship roll. "Coming `out' of Trella I have to sail right straight into it," the Queen explained, "And you're leaving me with less than a quarter of mile of `room' to exit without coming under fire from that other fort." I glanced at Carol, saw her nod back in reply. Maris would have to tack the North Star back and forth, and in such a confined area that she would have no room for any error! "How big a crew would we need to sail the Athena out?" I asked her then. There would probably be only an "anchor watch" aboard the Imperial first rate, and a couple dozen men could han- dle a ship like the Athena without trouble even in Trella's bay! A sudden knock on the cabin door putting a halt to everything!!! ***************************************************************** "We're quite a ways `out' from Trella, your ladyship," the captain's voice came out of the darkness as Lady Sanda Talen nod- ded back. Her own personal yacht, a lithe vessel some forty feet in length, taking the long rolling swells with a competent ease. "You're as `safe' here as in bed with your slut," Lady Sanda laughed back, the captain's slave girl a provocative sensual gal. One could see the flashing light of Trella's lighthouse there on the horizon, the cloudy sky now giving a "hint" of rain to come. She had been a bit "nervous" about things ever after Lorraine had told her what she had, and Sanda had thought that a short sail to relax her might be just the ticket before retiring for the night. Ease the "tensions" she'd been under over everything lately here. ***************************************************************** "Something small, moving fast," Maris spoke, lowering the night glass. I could see nothing but a pair of ship's running lights of the sort that small vessels lit when sailing at night. "We could use `information'," Carol spoke in level tones. "General quarters, wind up the ballistae," Maris spoke. "Against `that'?" Carol now laughed there in the darkness. "It may be necessary to `convince' them to heave to," Maris answered, her hair a "paleness" there in the darkness beside me. ***************************************************************** "Something out there," Lady Sanda's captain spoke, straining his eyes into the night. The Prime Minister standing beside him. Suddenly she didn't feel so "safe" anymore. She recalled seeing slave girls sold. Thought of what it would be like to stand na- ked on the "block" in some Dularnian slave market and be "sold"! "Take us back to Trella," Sanda snapped, "nervous" now! The man at the helm spinning the wheel as something "big" came racing out of the darkness towards them. There was a ripping noise as something shot through the mainsail! The other ship a black terrible monster there in the darkness compared to her own! "A Lys Dammed Fucking Dulie!" the captain muttered in fear! "Ahoy There!" Sanda heard the Dularnian hail! "Heave To!" "Run for it!" Lady Sanda snapped, drawing her sword. The captain shrinking back, the two sailors cowering down on deck! A flurry of missiles slammed into the hull of her yacht with thuds! "I'm not dying for any woman!" the captain yelled, grabbing the wheel, crying out in agony as Sanda's sword drove deep into his body! The Prime Minister of Trelandar taking the wheel her- self, turning, and keeping the Dularnian enemy straight astern! |
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