"2569-15" - 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 Fifteen "How long are we supposed to wear these?" my Prince asked as soon as we were alone, lifting his wrist to which I was fastened. I don't think he'd really known about that "part" of our marriage customs, which are quite different from those of other nations... I could see lights on the ships in the harbor from the windows. I had slid the bar into the keeper. We would not be disturbed. Our "girls" had set out a lovely tray of snacks and drink for us. Saw to it that the fireplace was going, and "stocked" with wood. "Until the same time we were married tomorrow," I "smiled", touching the silver links of the neck chain I wore with a finger. Such "marking" me well as a new bride, a married woman under our own customs. The Wyomings do not "chain" their women, but use instead a sort of anklet which the woman wears on the left ankle for the first three years, then on her right after that to signi- fy that she is now a wife of more than three years and thus able to now become a mother under the laws of the Priestesses of Lys.* * An "exception" was made in the case of Darlanis... (J.B.) The anklet is placed upon the woman in a public ceremony among the Wyomings, its symbolism being that she is now "his" property. "We are going to get to `know' each other quite well," he "observed". I supposed that we would in that period of time now. "That is quite likely," I said, standing there at his side. "There is going to be a `problem' with our clothing," he said to me. More so I "thought" with his than with my own here. "I have scissors in the drawer here," I said, going to it. Our slave girls could stitch things back up later on, I thought. Normally of course a couple wears special clothing when getting married so this is not a problem. There is a deep "symbolism" to this being "shackled" together, a "togetherness" that other na- tion's marriage customs don't have. In most countries the wife is considered the "property" of the husband, but not in Dularn... "You are both beautiful, sexy, and `competent'," he smiled. "A wife should be `useful' to her husband," I smiled back. It did not take me very long to remove our clothing completely. I was provocative, sensual, more like a slave girl than a Queen. "I `have' something for you," he said, showing it to me. It was very lovely, tiny, and made of pure gold. A tiny "needle". "You might have to sell Kathi and Emily," I warned him. "I will try not to `hurt' you too much," he said to me. "I am of the Warrioresses," I smiled back, looking at it. "It is barbed so that it does not slip out," he told me. "Do you have the rings for my nipples?" I smiled in turn. "I would not have `neglected' such things," he assured me. I thought them beautiful as he placed them on me, using the tiny hollow rivets that a woman wears in her nipples for her "clips". The "positioning" was wrong due to the fact that my nipples are pierced from top to bottom, not side to side like a Wyoming wom- an's are, but I supposed I could always have my nipples redone... "I suppose it is time to `do it'," I said, lying back, my thighs open, moving back on the bed a bit so I looked up at the ceiling over my bed. I knew it would "hurt", but I did not wish him to know. I did not think the pain would be any greater than that of a bee sting, which I experienced once there in Trelandar. "Do not move even if you must cry out a bit," he said to me. "Stings...!" I hissed, feeling it piercing me, entering me! "It is done," he said, reaching down, lifting me back up. "Like having a sliver in yourself," I said, smiling a bit. "It increases a woman's sensitivity," my Prince smiled back. "Ever done it to a woman before?" I asked, curious about it. "Twice," he said, giving me a smile in reply. I supposed he had done it to Emily, and probably some other slave girl of his. "You didn't give me the public spanking that a Wyoming hus- band gives his new bride," I smiled, well "aware" of his customs. "It would not have been `seemly' to spank the Queen of Du- larn in public," he smiled, pulling me down now over his knees. "But my bottom will be `warmed'," I smiled, aware of what was going to happen now. What I so "wanted" him to do to me now! "It is a lovely bottom, so full and rounded," he said to me. The first slap across it came as quite a surprise to me just then as it landed. Yours truly letting out a quite surprised "yip"!! "And a spanked woman is so `delightful' afterwards," he said, a second blow following the first, "warming" the other cheek now! A series of ten following the first two warming my bottom nicely! "You have that `look' of the well spanked wench," my Prince said to me as he put me to my knees before him. I had given some audible "protests" to what had been done, of course, such being expected of me as I knew fully well here. My eyes meeting his as he nodded, there being no "doubt" what was "expected" of me now!! "Your `talents' have `improved' since last you did that," he said to me. I was using all the "tricks" that Carol had showed me last year. The "use" of the tongue, how to "hum" while doing it. The "heat" in my bottom seeming to trigger off something in me, no doubt the piercing of my clitoris playing its part here... "Mmm, mmm," I mumbled, my mouth "full" just then. It didn't take me very long to "earn" my "reward" either. That same "re- ward" that Kathi had gotten earlier this day for her own efforts! "You are the woman I've always wanted," my Prince said to me as I sat in his lap, Paul Blue Sky at the moment holding a glass of wine to my lips so that I might drink. "Ever since that day I first laid eyes on you sitting there so `regal' on your throne." "I'd look better without all this `weight'," I said to him. "I wouldn't want you to look `like' Lorraine," he smiled. "I'd look better if I weighed ten pounds less," I said. "You could make love more, and eat less," he suggested. "You have a finger `up' me," I observed. It felt good. "I'll try not to touch your clitoris," he said, inserting another one up into me as I sat there in his lap, my legs apart. "You promised me a `story', my love said, holding me close. The flames from the fireplace making moving shadows on the walls. I hoped I'd seen the last of my nightmares, of Darl Jord's ghost! "It all started late last fall," I said, recalling when I'd had my first "nightmare" involving Darl Jord. At first I hadn't thought too much of it, my late husband being a person that I'd tried to forget. I'd sold his slave girls, a bunch of "sluts" to some slaver, glad to see the last of them. I'd ordered the rooms completely redone, and Lorraine and her husband were there now, Darl and I from the beginning having kept separate "quarters"... "There are those among my people who are `sensitive' to such things," he spoke. The Wyomings were not a "civilized" people. They lived closer to "nature" than we of Dularn or California. I knew to him such things as "ghosts", haunted places were not new. "Tais said I am," I answered, continuing with my story now. "Did your late husband ever practice `witchcraft'?" Paul asked as I concluded the tale that I have related here earlier. "He did a number of things I didn't want to know about," I said. "Darl was a very `secretive' person in many ways," I said. I was for most of my marriage "afraid" of him, of "what" he might "do" to me. Any man who would rape his own teenage sister is not a man that a wife should feel "safe" about! Darl having admitted to me after his mother's death that he had actually raped Darla- nis, although he said at the time that he was drunk and he didn't know "who" she actually was! This of course can be taken as you wish, although I don't believe any man could get drunk enough to "rape" his own sister and not "know" who she was, especially as Darlanis herself actually did recognize him as the leader of the gang of ruffians who dragged her into that alley here in Arsana! "You might want to investigate matters now," Paul suggested. "See if there are any secret rooms or anything like that that he could have used for the practice of the rites of witchcraft..." "The kitchen master says that food often comes up missing," I smiled. No doubt some serving girl was helping herself a bit! The palace was built in the time of Queen Denise, who built it as a sort of fortress with secret passages and everything else too. This is why there are no windows on any floor below the third, a precaution no doubt taken wisely considering the nature of socie- ty at that time. There are also heavy shutters, and the window sills were once fitted with iron bars before being "removed" by Queen Tulis, who said she didn't want to live in a "prison" now! "Are there any secret passages from this room?" he asked me. Darl had known of them all, a fact that I hadn't appreciated too much either as he could "visit" me when I didn't wish to be seen! He had claimed that it was even possible to leave the palace by such means and enter the city through the city's sewer system... "It is `locked'," I smiled, glancing over to where it was. There was a soft sound then, as if there was "movement" behind the wall! A sort of shuffling noise as if something moved about! "Hold me!" I whimpered, pressing tight up against him then! "You have `rats'," my Prince smiled, holding me. I did not think that the sound I had heard had been made by rats, not un- less they moved on two feet and stood upright like a man does...! 2569 A.D.! THE DULARNIAN QUEEN AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Fifteen "How long are we supposed to wear these?" my Prince asked as soon as we were alone, lifting his wrist to which I was fastened. I don't think he'd really known about that "part" of our marriage customs, which are quite different from those of other nations... I could see lights on the ships in the harbor from the windows. I had slid the bar into the keeper. We would not be disturbed. Our "girls" had set out a lovely tray of snacks and drink for us. Saw to it that the fireplace was going, and "stocked" with wood. "Until the same time we were married tomorrow," I "smiled", touching the silver links of the neck chain I wore with a finger. Such "marking" me well as a new bride, a married woman under our own customs. The Wyomings do not "chain" their women, but use instead a sort of anklet which the woman wears on the left ankle for the first three years, then on her right after that to signi- fy that she is now a wife of more than three years and thus able to now become a mother under the laws of the Priestesses of Lys.* * An "exception" was made in the case of Darlanis... (J.B.) The anklet is placed upon the woman in a public ceremony among the Wyomings, its symbolism being that she is now "his" property. "We are going to get to `know' each other quite well," he "observed". I supposed that we would in that period of time now. "That is quite likely," I said, standing there at his side. "There is going to be a `problem' with our clothing," he said to me. More so I "thought" with his than with my own here. "I have scissors in the drawer here," I said, going to it. Our slave girls could stitch things back up later on, I thought. Normally of course a couple wears special clothing when getting married so this is not a problem. There is a deep "symbolism" to this being "shackled" together, a "togetherness" that other na- tion's marriage customs don't have. In most countries the wife is considered the "property" of the husband, but not in Dularn... "You are both beautiful, sexy, and `competent'," he smiled. "A wife should be `useful' to her husband," I smiled back. It did not take me very long to remove our clothing completely. I was provocative, sensual, more like a slave girl than a Queen. "I `have' something for you," he said, showing it to me. It was very lovely, tiny, and made of pure gold. A tiny "needle". "You might have to sell Kathi and Emily," I warned him. "I will try not to `hurt' you too much," he said to me. "I am of the Warrioresses," I smiled back, looking at it. "It is barbed so that it does not slip out," he told me. "Do you have the rings for my nipples?" I smiled in turn. "I would not have `neglected' such things," he assured me. I thought them beautiful as he placed them on me, using the tiny hollow rivets that a woman wears in her nipples for her "clips". The "positioning" was wrong due to the fact that my nipples are pierced from top to bottom, not side to side like a Wyoming wom- an's are, but I supposed I could always have my nipples redone... "I suppose it is time to `do it'," I said, lying back, my thighs open, moving back on the bed a bit so I looked up at the ceiling over my bed. I knew it would "hurt", but I did not wish him to know. I did not think the pain would be any greater than that of a bee sting, which I experienced once there in Trelandar. "Do not move even if you must cry out a bit," he said to me. "Stings...!" I hissed, feeling it piercing me, entering me! "It is done," he said, reaching down, lifting me back up. "Like having a sliver in yourself," I said, smiling a bit. "It increases a woman's sensitivity," my Prince smiled back. "Ever done it to a woman before?" I asked, curious about it. "Twice," he said, giving me a smile in reply. I supposed he had done it to Emily, and probably some other slave girl of his. "You didn't give me the public spanking that a Wyoming hus- band gives his new bride," I smiled, well "aware" of his customs. "It would not have been `seemly' to spank the Queen of Du- larn in public," he smiled, pulling me down now over his knees. "But my bottom will be `warmed'," I smiled, aware of what was going to happen now. What I so "wanted" him to do to me now! "It is a lovely bottom, so full and rounded," he said to me. The first slap across it came as quite a surprise to me just then as it landed. Yours truly letting out a quite surprised "yip"!! "And a spanked woman is so `delightful' afterwards," he said, a second blow following the first, "warming" the other cheek now! A series of ten following the first two warming my bottom nicely! "You have that `look' of the well spanked wench," my Prince said to me as he put me to my knees before him. I had given some audible "protests" to what had been done, of course, such being expected of me as I knew fully well here. My eyes meeting his as he nodded, there being no "doubt" what was "expected" of me now!! "Your `talents' have `improved' since last you did that," he said to me. I was using all the "tricks" that Carol had showed me last year. The "use" of the tongue, how to "hum" while doing it. The "heat" in my bottom seeming to trigger off something in me, no doubt the piercing of my clitoris playing its part here... "Mmm, mmm," I mumbled, my mouth "full" just then. It didn't take me very long to "earn" my "reward" either. That same "re- ward" that Kathi had gotten earlier this day for her own efforts! "You are the woman I've always wanted," my Prince said to me as I sat in his lap, Paul Blue Sky at the moment holding a glass of wine to my lips so that I might drink. "Ever since that day I first laid eyes on you sitting there so `regal' on your throne." "I'd look better without all this `weight'," I said to him. "I wouldn't want you to look `like' Lorraine," he smiled. "I'd look better if I weighed ten pounds less," I said. "You could make love more, and eat less," he suggested. "You have a finger `up' me," I observed. It felt good. "I'll try not to touch your clitoris," he said, inserting another one up into me as I sat there in his lap, my legs apart. "You promised me a `story', my love said, holding me close. The flames from the fireplace making moving shadows on the walls. I hoped I'd seen the last of my nightmares, of Darl Jord's ghost! "It all started late last fall," I said, recalling when I'd had my first "nightmare" involving Darl Jord. At first I hadn't thought too much of it, my late husband being a person that I'd tried to forget. I'd sold his slave girls, a bunch of "sluts" to some slaver, glad to see the last of them. I'd ordered the rooms completely redone, and Lorraine and her husband were there now, Darl and I from the beginning having kept separate "quarters"... "There are those among my people who are `sensitive' to such things," he spoke. The Wyomings were not a "civilized" people. They lived closer to "nature" than we of Dularn or California. I knew to him such things as "ghosts", haunted places were not new. "Tais said I am," I answered, continuing with my story now. "Did your late husband ever practice `witchcraft'?" Paul asked as I concluded the tale that I have related here earlier. "He did a number of things I didn't want to know about," I said. "Darl was a very `secretive' person in many ways," I said. I was for most of my marriage "afraid" of him, of "what" he might "do" to me. Any man who would rape his own teenage sister is not a man that a wife should feel "safe" about! Darl having admitted to me after his mother's death that he had actually raped Darla- nis, although he said at the time that he was drunk and he didn't know "who" she actually was! This of course can be taken as you wish, although I don't believe any man could get drunk enough to "rape" his own sister and not "know" who she was, especially as Darlanis herself actually did recognize him as the leader of the gang of ruffians who dragged her into that alley here in Arsana! "You might want to investigate matters now," Paul suggested. "See if there are any secret rooms or anything like that that he could have used for the practice of the rites of witchcraft..." "The kitchen master says that food often comes up missing," I smiled. No doubt some serving girl was helping herself a bit! The palace was built in the time of Queen Denise, who built it as a sort of fortress with secret passages and everything else too. This is why there are no windows on any floor below the third, a precaution no doubt taken wisely considering the nature of socie- ty at that time. There are also heavy shutters, and the window sills were once fitted with iron bars before being "removed" by Queen Tulis, who said she didn't want to live in a "prison" now! "Are there any secret passages from this room?" he asked me. Darl had known of them all, a fact that I hadn't appreciated too much either as he could "visit" me when I didn't wish to be seen! He had claimed that it was even possible to leave the palace by such means and enter the city through the city's sewer system... "It is `locked'," I smiled, glancing over to where it was. There was a soft sound then, as if there was "movement" behind the wall! A sort of shuffling noise as if something moved about! "Hold me!" I whimpered, pressing tight up against him then! "You have `rats'," my Prince smiled, holding me. I did not think that the sound I had heard had been made by rats, not un- less they moved on two feet and stood upright like a man does...! |
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