"2569-13" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 7 - The Dularnian Queen)2569 A.D.! THE DULARNIAN QUEEN AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Thirteen "`That' didn't do any good," Darlanis said, her back against mine. I hadn't really thought that Tais believed that it would. What we were dealing with here wasn't "matter" as we think of it. "I've got `it's' attention," Tais answered in level tones. "Git!, Darl!" I snapped, swinging my blade at the "thing"! "Figures Darl Jord would be at the `bottom' of this," Darla- nis snapped, her movements indicating that she was swinging her own blade at half sensed "horrors" that our eyes did not "see"... Our lamps lit up the stones surrounding us, but not what "stood" there. That we "sensed" using other senses than our own vision. "Building up the `field'," Tais spoke, the "things" seeming to move "back" a bit. I felt as if I was standing underneath a tree during a thunderstorm, a sort of "tingle" going over me now. "Think I've got communications established between me and `it'," she added, I assuming that she was referring to that "spider" thing that I didn't even want to try to visualize any more than I had to! Even Darl Jord's ghost looked a lot more "pleasant" now! "That's what you Priestesses call the `EVIL ONE', isn't it?" Darlanis spoke, her jutting rump touching mine as we stood there. "`Old Ugly' standing there in front of us," she added just then. "I think I can convince it to `leave'," Tais muttered now. "That `gun' of yours didn't do any good," Darlanis said. "They seem to be `afraid' of cold steel," I said then. "Electrical polarity," Tais answered back in level tones. "How come you picked me instead of Lorraine?" Darlanis said. "Courage," Tais answered. "Also there is `something' about you that repels astral creatures like those now surrounding us." "Lorraine always said I had `more courage than brains'," the Empress laughed, "And `this' is certainly `proof' enough of it!" "There will be an electrical shock," Tais warned us then. "Aii..!" Darlanis gasped, the "jolt" being quite painful! "The `things' have moved off," I breathed, sensing this now. "A `side effect' of the psychic `jolt' I gave them," Tais spoke. "We're using a Gateway to interlink two separate parts of the space time continuum," she added, her words meaning little... "They're `leaving'...," I breathed, "sensing" that now too. "There will be another `shock'," Tais warned us then. There was. This one a bit worse than the first, making my hair stand! "They're `gone'," I breathed, sensing nothing more now. "The `barrier' is reestablished," Tais answered back. "I `need' a bath," Darlanis "grinned", "And a gallon of your best whiskey to follow it," the Empress smiled at me as I nodded in reply. My own "sweat stink" now was rather "obvious" too... Even Tais didn't smell too "holy" either after all this, I noted! "What happened?" Prince Paul Blue Sky asked, his dark eyes looking into mine as we stood there on the quay before the Royal Palace of Dularn. I had no doubts that if he took me in his arms and kissed me I would just "melt" like some simple slave girl! The sky now once again clear, the sun low there in the west over the city. I had "memories" that I wouldn't forget for a while. I hoped I wouldn't have nightmares for a month from all this now! I'd poured three stiff shots of whiskey down me like plain water! "We chased out some `ghosts'," Darlanis grinned back. The Empress wasn't exactly "sober" by any means now. I'd never seen a woman drinking down my good Dularnian whiskey like that before! "I thought I was the `barbarian'," my Wyoming Prince smiled. In his leather attire, the long saber at his side, he presented a quite "dashing" appearance. I often wonder if I would have given myself to him anyway even if I hadn't had that "fight" with Darl? I'd been in "need" of being "held", of having someone say to me that they loved me, that I was an attractive woman, that I was a Queen "worthy" of her crown. Darl having unfavorably compared me to any number of his sluttish slave girls, all, he "maintained", being a lot more "woman" than me! I'm not too "proud" of what I did back then, but I think you can see "why" I did it just then. "My wife does not `lie' about such things," Serak spoke up. "I would not dare question the honesty of one so beautiful," he said to Darlanis, who beamed rather drunkenly back in reply. "Or that of the beautiful golden Queen of Dularn," he now added. The hand he put around my waist did not meet with the "protest" I might have "given" had anyone else done the same to me just then. I do find him extremely handsome of course, but I suspect it is also his own natural "masculinity" that I find so "attractive"... "You have a `silver tongue'," I smiled, looking up into his eyes. I could feel desire in my body, that feeling of "warmth". The whiskey "helping" things here, releasing my own inhibitions. His hair is a thick coal black, his high cheekboned face that of a mixed ancestry I find extremely attractive. His skin color is little darker than mine, I might note here at this point now too. "As I recall you were a rather `tasty' wench too," he said. Fortunately he spoke this in a low whisper so that only I heard! I'd had "oral sex" before in my life, but not like he did to me!! "I also like the fact you've put on a few pounds," he said to me. To say he was "making my day" was putting it mildly here now too! "Have you `sold' Emily yet?" I smiled back, aware of no one but him, Emily being his personal slave girl, a dark haired Kathi type. One of those women who were born to wear a slave collar... "I might consider it if I could `collar' the Queen of Dularn in her place," Prince Paul smiled back, a low drunken giggle from Darlanis now leaving no doubts that she'd overheard all of this. Lorraine now whispering to Sharon as the two of them stood there. "That gown is too tight on you, my Queen," La-ra said to me. I could see that. The "effect" was much as if I'd been "poured" into it like some candle into a mold. I wore my briefest silken strap, a wisp that would show under nothing, and my smallest and most provocative set of "clips" fitted over my pierced nipples. The thought going through my mind that Wyoming women wore rings in theirs instead of the concealing "clips" we "civilized" women wore. Having your nipples "ringed" of course made a "statement" like nothing else could about the nature of a woman's sexuality! There is also the famous "Golden Needle", which I'll get into later here. I recalled Carol Simmons, decided perhaps the gown was just a bit "tight" for formal wear, but on the other hand I sure did look "good" in it! And I was dressing up only for Paul! "I think `Brooke' is going to get her `Ridge'," I said to her. La-ra giving me an "odd" look, Bob's description of the characters on the Twentieth Century soap and the "plot" leaving no doubts in my mind that this "Brooke" was going to get her man! A knock on the door now halting this little "interplay" of mine. La-ra then going to the door, opening it, Kathi and Prince Paul stepping into my room, the blondish wench in the brief leather attire of the Wyoming slave girl, a collar locked about her neck! "What IS the MEANING of THIS!" I gasped, standing there, it being obvious that Kathi had a grin as wide as all outdoors too!! "I am a very `fortunate' man," Paul smiled at me, standing there, no doubt admiring the "figure" of the Queen of Dularn now. "I have just `purchased' this delightfully bodied wench, worth at least fifty gold crowns in any `honest' slave market for only a single copper coin," he added, patting Kathi on her jutting rear! "I made `The Gesture of Submission', Mistress," Kathi spoke. "And she did so in the nude so there was no doubt," he said. "I see," I said, well "aware" of the "implications" of this! "I'm sure you would be worth considerably more," he grinned. "The Queen of Dularn is `priceless'," La-ra said to him now. "The `Queen of Dularn' wishes to speak to the Prince of the Wyomings in `private'," I snapped, La-ra and Kathi nodding back and taking their leave of us. Prince Paul closing the door then. "I trust you won't run me through for my `crime'," he said. "I fear I `do' have a certain `weakness' for women with light hair," he added, "Especially if they also have feminine figures." "You know `how' I feel about slavery," I said to him, trying to be "angry" and not being very successful here. The thought going through my mind that I wouldn't mind being his slave girl! That was assuming of course that I would be his ONLY slave girl! "I think you object to the `abuse' of slaves," he smiled. "Did she perform `The Act of Submission'?" I challenged! "Her abilities were not the equal of yours," he grinned! "I will not strip and `kneel' before you," I snapped back. "I think you will be beautiful with your nipples ringed," he said to me. "A leather halter for your breasts, a short leather skirt to gird your loins, to accentuate those lovely full thighs. The `Golden Needle' in your clitoris that makes the women of my people like no other," he replied, standing there grinning at me! "I am the Queen of Dularn," I spoke, standing there before him, so sexually aroused just now that it was quite embarrassing! The bit of silk between my thighs soaking wet with my "need" now! "You are flushed despite the coolness of this room," he said to me, standing there, so masculine in his leather that I knew he was the man that I wanted even if I had to "sell" myself to him!! I wanted him to insert the "Golden Needle" into my clitoris, mak- ing me into a wanton slut helpless to control herself with him... "You had release in Kathi's mouth and then you come here!" I snapped, furious that Kathi had "gotten" what I should have had!! I wanted to whip her, to see the livid welts on her back, to see the blood run down her bare body. That little Trelandarian slut! "I wished every moment that it was `you', not her," he said. "That it was Maris Marn of Sana, Queen of Dularn, `doing it'." I supposed it was true. I recalled "what" he'd said to me before. I'd been tempted to give up my crown, everything to become "his". I'd been so miserable married to Darl Jord, often even seeing my life as a slave girl in Trelandar on Lady Lana's estate as being "better" than what I had to "endure" at the hands of my husband!! "I will not `share' our bed with Kathi," I warned him then. He was also aware that unlike many women I could not stand to be "bound" while making love, Darl Jord having "abused" me that way! "You said `our bed'," he smiled, standing there before me. "I won't `kneel' before you," I said, my emotions in tur- moil. I had my "pride", my "title", but yet I was also a woman! "It would please me to kneel before the Queen of Dularn," he said, now doing so, looking up at me as I stood there before him. "To bestow upon her a kiss as such as she deserves to receive..." 2569 A.D.! THE DULARNIAN QUEEN AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Thirteen "`That' didn't do any good," Darlanis said, her back against mine. I hadn't really thought that Tais believed that it would. What we were dealing with here wasn't "matter" as we think of it. "I've got `it's' attention," Tais answered in level tones. "Git!, Darl!" I snapped, swinging my blade at the "thing"! "Figures Darl Jord would be at the `bottom' of this," Darla- nis snapped, her movements indicating that she was swinging her own blade at half sensed "horrors" that our eyes did not "see"... Our lamps lit up the stones surrounding us, but not what "stood" there. That we "sensed" using other senses than our own vision. "Building up the `field'," Tais spoke, the "things" seeming to move "back" a bit. I felt as if I was standing underneath a tree during a thunderstorm, a sort of "tingle" going over me now. "Think I've got communications established between me and `it'," she added, I assuming that she was referring to that "spider" thing that I didn't even want to try to visualize any more than I had to! Even Darl Jord's ghost looked a lot more "pleasant" now! "That's what you Priestesses call the `EVIL ONE', isn't it?" Darlanis spoke, her jutting rump touching mine as we stood there. "`Old Ugly' standing there in front of us," she added just then. "I think I can convince it to `leave'," Tais muttered now. "That `gun' of yours didn't do any good," Darlanis said. "They seem to be `afraid' of cold steel," I said then. "Electrical polarity," Tais answered back in level tones. "How come you picked me instead of Lorraine?" Darlanis said. "Courage," Tais answered. "Also there is `something' about you that repels astral creatures like those now surrounding us." "Lorraine always said I had `more courage than brains'," the Empress laughed, "And `this' is certainly `proof' enough of it!" "There will be an electrical shock," Tais warned us then. "Aii..!" Darlanis gasped, the "jolt" being quite painful! "The `things' have moved off," I breathed, sensing this now. "A `side effect' of the psychic `jolt' I gave them," Tais spoke. "We're using a Gateway to interlink two separate parts of the space time continuum," she added, her words meaning little... "They're `leaving'...," I breathed, "sensing" that now too. "There will be another `shock'," Tais warned us then. There was. This one a bit worse than the first, making my hair stand! "They're `gone'," I breathed, sensing nothing more now. "The `barrier' is reestablished," Tais answered back. "I `need' a bath," Darlanis "grinned", "And a gallon of your best whiskey to follow it," the Empress smiled at me as I nodded in reply. My own "sweat stink" now was rather "obvious" too... Even Tais didn't smell too "holy" either after all this, I noted! "What happened?" Prince Paul Blue Sky asked, his dark eyes looking into mine as we stood there on the quay before the Royal Palace of Dularn. I had no doubts that if he took me in his arms and kissed me I would just "melt" like some simple slave girl! The sky now once again clear, the sun low there in the west over the city. I had "memories" that I wouldn't forget for a while. I hoped I wouldn't have nightmares for a month from all this now! I'd poured three stiff shots of whiskey down me like plain water! "We chased out some `ghosts'," Darlanis grinned back. The Empress wasn't exactly "sober" by any means now. I'd never seen a woman drinking down my good Dularnian whiskey like that before! "I thought I was the `barbarian'," my Wyoming Prince smiled. In his leather attire, the long saber at his side, he presented a quite "dashing" appearance. I often wonder if I would have given myself to him anyway even if I hadn't had that "fight" with Darl? I'd been in "need" of being "held", of having someone say to me that they loved me, that I was an attractive woman, that I was a Queen "worthy" of her crown. Darl having unfavorably compared me to any number of his sluttish slave girls, all, he "maintained", being a lot more "woman" than me! I'm not too "proud" of what I did back then, but I think you can see "why" I did it just then. "My wife does not `lie' about such things," Serak spoke up. "I would not dare question the honesty of one so beautiful," he said to Darlanis, who beamed rather drunkenly back in reply. "Or that of the beautiful golden Queen of Dularn," he now added. The hand he put around my waist did not meet with the "protest" I might have "given" had anyone else done the same to me just then. I do find him extremely handsome of course, but I suspect it is also his own natural "masculinity" that I find so "attractive"... "You have a `silver tongue'," I smiled, looking up into his eyes. I could feel desire in my body, that feeling of "warmth". The whiskey "helping" things here, releasing my own inhibitions. His hair is a thick coal black, his high cheekboned face that of a mixed ancestry I find extremely attractive. His skin color is little darker than mine, I might note here at this point now too. "As I recall you were a rather `tasty' wench too," he said. Fortunately he spoke this in a low whisper so that only I heard! I'd had "oral sex" before in my life, but not like he did to me!! "I also like the fact you've put on a few pounds," he said to me. To say he was "making my day" was putting it mildly here now too! "Have you `sold' Emily yet?" I smiled back, aware of no one but him, Emily being his personal slave girl, a dark haired Kathi type. One of those women who were born to wear a slave collar... "I might consider it if I could `collar' the Queen of Dularn in her place," Prince Paul smiled back, a low drunken giggle from Darlanis now leaving no doubts that she'd overheard all of this. Lorraine now whispering to Sharon as the two of them stood there. "That gown is too tight on you, my Queen," La-ra said to me. I could see that. The "effect" was much as if I'd been "poured" into it like some candle into a mold. I wore my briefest silken strap, a wisp that would show under nothing, and my smallest and most provocative set of "clips" fitted over my pierced nipples. The thought going through my mind that Wyoming women wore rings in theirs instead of the concealing "clips" we "civilized" women wore. Having your nipples "ringed" of course made a "statement" like nothing else could about the nature of a woman's sexuality! There is also the famous "Golden Needle", which I'll get into later here. I recalled Carol Simmons, decided perhaps the gown was just a bit "tight" for formal wear, but on the other hand I sure did look "good" in it! And I was dressing up only for Paul! "I think `Brooke' is going to get her `Ridge'," I said to her. La-ra giving me an "odd" look, Bob's description of the characters on the Twentieth Century soap and the "plot" leaving no doubts in my mind that this "Brooke" was going to get her man! A knock on the door now halting this little "interplay" of mine. La-ra then going to the door, opening it, Kathi and Prince Paul stepping into my room, the blondish wench in the brief leather attire of the Wyoming slave girl, a collar locked about her neck! "What IS the MEANING of THIS!" I gasped, standing there, it being obvious that Kathi had a grin as wide as all outdoors too!! "I am a very `fortunate' man," Paul smiled at me, standing there, no doubt admiring the "figure" of the Queen of Dularn now. "I have just `purchased' this delightfully bodied wench, worth at least fifty gold crowns in any `honest' slave market for only a single copper coin," he added, patting Kathi on her jutting rear! "I made `The Gesture of Submission', Mistress," Kathi spoke. "And she did so in the nude so there was no doubt," he said. "I see," I said, well "aware" of the "implications" of this! "I'm sure you would be worth considerably more," he grinned. "The Queen of Dularn is `priceless'," La-ra said to him now. "The `Queen of Dularn' wishes to speak to the Prince of the Wyomings in `private'," I snapped, La-ra and Kathi nodding back and taking their leave of us. Prince Paul closing the door then. "I trust you won't run me through for my `crime'," he said. "I fear I `do' have a certain `weakness' for women with light hair," he added, "Especially if they also have feminine figures." "You know `how' I feel about slavery," I said to him, trying to be "angry" and not being very successful here. The thought going through my mind that I wouldn't mind being his slave girl! That was assuming of course that I would be his ONLY slave girl! "I think you object to the `abuse' of slaves," he smiled. "Did she perform `The Act of Submission'?" I challenged! "Her abilities were not the equal of yours," he grinned! "I will not strip and `kneel' before you," I snapped back. "I think you will be beautiful with your nipples ringed," he said to me. "A leather halter for your breasts, a short leather skirt to gird your loins, to accentuate those lovely full thighs. The `Golden Needle' in your clitoris that makes the women of my people like no other," he replied, standing there grinning at me! "I am the Queen of Dularn," I spoke, standing there before him, so sexually aroused just now that it was quite embarrassing! The bit of silk between my thighs soaking wet with my "need" now! "You are flushed despite the coolness of this room," he said to me, standing there, so masculine in his leather that I knew he was the man that I wanted even if I had to "sell" myself to him!! I wanted him to insert the "Golden Needle" into my clitoris, mak- ing me into a wanton slut helpless to control herself with him... "You had release in Kathi's mouth and then you come here!" I snapped, furious that Kathi had "gotten" what I should have had!! I wanted to whip her, to see the livid welts on her back, to see the blood run down her bare body. That little Trelandarian slut! "I wished every moment that it was `you', not her," he said. "That it was Maris Marn of Sana, Queen of Dularn, `doing it'." I supposed it was true. I recalled "what" he'd said to me before. I'd been tempted to give up my crown, everything to become "his". I'd been so miserable married to Darl Jord, often even seeing my life as a slave girl in Trelandar on Lady Lana's estate as being "better" than what I had to "endure" at the hands of my husband!! "I will not `share' our bed with Kathi," I warned him then. He was also aware that unlike many women I could not stand to be "bound" while making love, Darl Jord having "abused" me that way! "You said `our bed'," he smiled, standing there before me. "I won't `kneel' before you," I said, my emotions in tur- moil. I had my "pride", my "title", but yet I was also a woman! "It would please me to kneel before the Queen of Dularn," he said, now doing so, looking up at me as I stood there before him. 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