Birds of a Feather: Chapter 10
By Theodoric of York and Wardall Clark.
Warning: NO PORTION of this work may be REPRODUCED FOR SALE for any purpose. DC Comics retains full copyright to Superman, Wonder woman and the other characters mentioned here and John Norman retains full copyright to the planet and society of Gor. Birds of a Feather contains explicit sex and violence**, including scenes of rape and torture. This story is not for anyone under the age of consent** in their jurisdiction to read such sexually explicit material. Authors Notes: This is the conclusion of an ongoing series melding John Norman's World of Gor with DC Comics heroes and heroines. At the end of Chapter Seven is a thorough glossary of terms, places and recurring characters. If you find yourself completely baffled by Gorean customs, terms, or politics you should try reading the series in order: (1) A Cat and a Fiddle [by Theodoric of York], (1a) The Cat and the Shackles. (1b) Under the Shadow of the Bat (2) Diana and the Ubar (3) The Princess and the Mercenary [all by Wardall Clark.] In these earlier works Catwoman, Batgirl, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, and Wonder Girl fall prey to Kurri interplanetary slavers. Selina Kyle escaped to become a legendary Gorean outlaw until Batman came to Gor to re-enslave her. Barbara Gordon wound up as Scully, the abject slave of Mulkar, an agent of the Priest Kings. Kara Zor-El endured years of traumatizing captivity before Batman and Selina freed her. Princess Diana escaped from degrading slavery to a power-mad Ubar only to be recaptured and brought to the Sardar where her memories were altered in a failed effort to make her a docile slave. She escaped by killing her lover/jailor and was at large when Birds of a Feather began. Troia wound up in the hands of the Ubar from whom Diana escaped and was tortured for her sister's crimes.
Lois Lane and photographer Morgan Croft fell into a trap and were raped, and kidnapped by Gorean interplanetary slavers along with a runaway nicknamed Pikachu. Supergirl was admitted to Arkham Asylum for treatment. When Batman and Superman visit Supergirl to arrange for her release, they quarrel about the practice of slavery and Lois' prospects of resisting being broken into a submissive as Supergirl was. Meanwhile, Diana took up with a Gorean warrior from Tyros in hopes of rescuing her sister from the clutches of Gor's most sadistic ruler, Lurius of Jad, the Ubar of the Empire of Cos. Supergirl submitted herself as a slave to Superman who is brought to Gor by the Priest Kings' agent Mulkar to rescue Lois and Wonder Woman.
Clark cannot read the local language, so Kara entraps a free woman scribe into slavery, then entraps a slaver as well. However Clark frees Lady Monica only to have her persuade him to accept her as free companion and native guide. Diana escapes from her captor with the intention of learning to become a Pony slave. She then murders that owner and briefly returns to the Northern Forests where she lets herself be captured again and sold to a peasant by Panther Girls. Meanwhile, Lois becomes engaged in a battle of wits and wills with Arbus, a master slave trainer. Morgan, now renamed Cricket, displays great potential as a Pony slave racer and is sold. Pikachu becomes beloved as a story-telling kettle girl, but makes a dangerous enemy in the ex-Nazi Martin. Martin reveals to Lois and Arbus that there is a conspiracy to use Superman to help him kill Wonder Woman.
Pikachu begins special training as a first girl so she can be sold to Martin's friend, the kind-hearted Andre. In the guise of Clark of Kent, , Superman purchased Diana and learns that all her memories of Earth and being Wonder Woman were erased by the Priest Kings. Meanwhile, the Priest Kings have elected to send out a team to kill Clark and Diana and capture Supergirl.
Chapter 10: ENSLAVING FRANKENSTEIN'S BRIDE.
Diana followed her new mistress to a small fire on the edge of the camp. Lady Monica sat on a log that had been covered with a cloth. Diana knelt in the dirt in front of her. When Monica began to comb out her straight brown hair, Diana relaxed inside. This was a harmless demonstration of status by a free woman to a new slave. Neither spoke.
Then Monica stood up and stood over Diana. Slowly, carefully, she began to work the comb through the tangles in Diana's raven curls.
"Do you fancy your new master, Diana?
"He is very handsome and strong, Mistress. It is hard for a girl not to want to lie in his arms."
"But he's just another man to you, isn't he? You are one of those women who juice at every man's touch?"
"My slave fires have been fully lit, Mistress. I can climax for any man with a modicum of skill. Yet I want to do more than that. I want to love, and for that it must be a special man."
"A man like my companion?
Diana shrugged signifying 'perhaps' and asked the free woman what she knew about her companion.
"I know that he and his cousin are not from this world but have recently come from Earth. I know that he is no ordinary man. He will not say more, but I think sometimes that he is one of the Priest Kings."
That made Diana laugh till she cried. Eventually she stopped and was able to respond to Lady Monica's increasingly indignant demands that she explain her mirth. "He is definitely no Priest King, Mistress. The Priest Kings live in mostly in darkness under the Sardar Mountains because their eyes cannot bear direct sunlight. They appear to most humans as ugly monsters, so they use agents who look more like people to carry their commands to the rest of the rational creatures on Gor. I do not know what he has told you, but I suspect that the Priest Kings brought Clark of Kent to Gor to find and capture me. They would know he would be the one man most likely to succeed in doing so." "That was clever of them, but hardly necessary; they would have done better to have employed a woman." Lady Monica remarked.
Diana felt the sudden jab of the needle into the side of her throat. Time seemed to come to a stop for her body yet moved in fast motion all around her. Lady Monica shoved Diana onto her belly, sat on Diana's thighs and proceeded to tie her hands behind her back with capture cord. The excess was then looped around the slave girl's throat so that the harder she struggled the more she strangled herself. A second loop lashed her ankles together and was likewise attached to her throat.
Satisfied that Diana was adequately secured, she got up and began building up the small fire into a blaze. After that she picked up one of the irons that she had concealed behind the log and showed her newest slave the brand on the end before placing it in the fire. When Diana saw the metal rod and leather gloves she began to scream for help; that gave her mistress the opportunity to gag Diana with her own hair before walking away.
Diana's panic abated into a drug-induced euphoria by the time her mistress returned. From her position on the ground she could only see the feet of the people standing over her. Once they rolled her onto her chest, Diana couldn't even see even that much. With her hair in front of her eyes she waited in darkness for whatever was next. She heard the clinking of chains and felt a surprisingly heavy female form sit down on her legs. Two more female hands grabbed fistfuls of hair. It took a few seconds for Diana to realize what they were doing.
She began bucking and writhing with every ounce of her strength. Diana all but strangled herself, but having been deprived of her Amazon strength, she was unable to prevent Lady Monica from working a greased vibrator goad into her vagina, and a long string of round beads into her bottom.
The more Diana writhed, the more intense the sensations become. Lady Monica's hands on her body only made it worse. Diana climaxed and then climaxed again as the former slaver continued to work her clitoris back and forth. Only when Diana nearly passed out from the constriction of the binding fiber around her throat did Diana's new mistress relent.
"Now it's time for your branding, Diana. It will hurt terribly, but I predict that you will orgasm from the experience anyway. Then we are going to arouse you without relief until you can't take any more and then you will be allowed to submit to me like the proper slave you are. In the morning, you will crawl to my companion and you will beg his forgiveness for your disrespectful words and tone. After that, you will offer him your body, not as part of some bargain between equals, but because you are my slave and I want you to. If you understand me, then nod your head."
Diana was furiously angry, what fear she had felt before had dissolved into red-hot rage. She refused to give the free woman the satisfaction of any cooperation. In the morning she was going to report all of this to her new owner and learn just what kind of man he was.
Lady Monica gave her a swift kick in the kidneys and unhitched the neural whip she used for disciplining Supergirl. Diana writhed in agony with the first blow and screamed in pain and terror with the second. With each touch of the whip, her level of hysteria grew as the metal strands delivered exquisitely painful electric shocks at the same time that they were electro-chemically inducing panic, terror, and despair. She was screaming and begging for a respite after the fourth blow, having completely bitten through the wad of hair in her mouth. When she heard Clark of Kent's voice, Diana began weeping tears of relief and gratitude for her rescue.
"What do you think you are doing?" He was shouting Lady Monica's voice was matter of fact. "Clark, I am glad you are here. Kara was going to hold her still for me to brand, but this will be easier for her if both of you assist me."
"I do not remember giving permission for anything like this."
Lady Monica's voice was dispassionate as she explained herself to her free companion:
"Actually you did. Just a few minutes ago, Clark, you agreed with me that it would be safest for all of us if we pretend she is simply another of your kajira. To make that work she needs a brand to establish to any observer that you are just another slave owner and she is just another slave.
I was going to put the brand in the small of her back because it won't show on Earth unless she completely disrobes and because I know how much you like a smooth leg in your girls. It will also be less conspicuous here on Gor should it heal prematurely.
Number two; I will not have an unbranded slave in our household. It upsets the morale of the other girls if they don't realize that all of them are all equally property animals. You have to trust me on this; Clark, I know what I am doing when it comes to controlling slaves."
Clark told his Free Companion, "You should have let me first ask Diana what she thinks of this plan, Monica. You may proceed only if she agrees." He pulled the remaining hair from Diana's mouth and waited for her to make a decision. Before she had felt that special whip, Diana would have felt brave enough to risk her mistress' wrath with a litany of complaints. With her brain stem still in the grip of the emotions the Kurri torture device forced on its victims, all she could bring herself to do was plead for mercy**.** "Master, I beg you not to let her do this. If I must be branded, then let it be your hand that holds the iron against my body. She was going to torment me until I made my submission to her personally. Please do not give me to her. I beg to be your slave."
Lady Monica shot her companion a look of smug triumph.
"It is just as I said it would be, Companion. Foolish Diana had pretensions of replacing me as your free companion someday, but I proved tonight that in her heart she is a kajira, a hot slave easily mastered by a combination of whip and cock. If Gorean men have done this to the vaunted Wonder Woman, your Lois Lane hasn't a prayer of becoming anything but the whip-kissing, cock-hungry slut they want her to become.
Take this slut and enjoy her use, Clark. You paid for her and are now fully entitled to fuck her however and whenever you want. Just remember as you do it which of your women looks after your full interests and which ones simply need some man's prick scratching the itch between their thighs."
"So what do I do now?" Clark asked. For a few seconds, Diana was surprised at Superman's uncertainty. Then she realized that the free woman wasn't just filling the role of a free companion, she was acting as Clark's native guide. All the decisions were ultimately his to make, but he was feeling his way around a strange planet with an unfamiliar culture and had little choice but to listen carefully to the judgment of people like Lady Monica.
"Brand her, collar her, use her thoroughly, and then hitch her to a cart or chariot. She's a pony girl. That's what people will expect you to do with her.
Diana was branded that night at the base of her spine. As her master had force-fed her a great deal of wine beforehand, and then knocked her unconscious with an elbow to the point of her jaw, she felt no pain when the white-hot iron marked her flesh. When she awakened, she found herself sharing a sleeping mat with Kara and Justina.
By the time she fell asleep again Diana had climaxed four times with Kara's swollen clit/prick inside her welcoming cunt. She had quickly become so lost in her rapture that when Justina's auburn bush was placed before her face she had reflexively struck out her supple tongue to caress the younger slave's clit. She could not remember having had sex with a woman before, but it seemed absolutely natural as it was happening.
* * * *
Andre watched Martin walking towards him. Martin called out, "Andre, I am glad I tracked you down." "I was looking for you also." Andre replied. Martin asked him how the negotiations with Arbus had gone. "Is the little story-telling kettle slut yours? Did you get a good price or pay too much? " Andre put his arm around Martin's shoulder. "The negotiations went quite well. She will make a very special addition to my household!" Martin asked, "Will she be open to use by your friends?" Andre replied "Not right away, maybe never. She is a very special girl." "Look at yourself, Andre." Martin groused "This is not like you. She is just a slut. Can't you realize that?" "We shall see." Andre responded. Then he added quite practically, "She has proven to be quite pretty once her hair was properly cut and her skin received a good cleaning. There is certainly nothing wrong with her hips or breasts" Martin suddenly said, "Whatever you paid for her I will pay double." Andre raised an eyebrow at Martin's tone and manner. He said, "Do you have such gold."
"It can't be much. She is just a damaged kettle girl."
Andre answered, "Arbus is an experienced slaver. He insists on including her full pleasure slave training in his sales price. Given that, and her story-telling ability, he drove a hard bargain. I paid two full gold tarns for a trained first girl." "Then for your own sake, you must sell her to me before she destroys you." Martin insisted. "Can't any of you understand she is the Larl Woman in another form?" "You would destroy her if she became yours, is that not right?" Andre asked,
"I would not kill her. I would just prove to her that she is not special at all. She is just a slut like all of them."
Andre responded, "I understand your intentions. That is why I cannot let you have her!" "I will possess her; you know that!" Martin practically shouted. "I know you, Martin. I have known you for far too long not to know how determined you can be. How many centuries have you and I lived between us? I fear tonight is the night for one of us to die, my friend." He separated himself from Martin and pulled his sword free." Martin exclaimed, "You cannot be serious. She is just a kettle girl." Andre answered, "I have come to kill you, because as long as you are alive, Pikachu will not be safe!" Tears formed in Martin's eyes. He pleaded, "Don't do this. Just sell her to me!" Andre simply rejoined, "As the Red Warriors say, 'it is a good day to die!' "
The Dogs of War moved with caution, one small group at a time. They were on foot now; their shuttle craft had left them close to the signal just before sunrise. It would not be very far to walk.
They each knew that they might have only one shot to take down the man named Superman and that there was no good way to anticipate his direction of travel. Hopefully, he would not be traveling much in the coming days. They assumed that he might be too preoccupied with his new and luscious bit of slave meat to notice their approach until it was too late. Each of them figured that if he had just acquired the fantastically sensual Larl Woman, whom they had once known as Mul Delta, he would savor her fully before moving on southward.
It was Supergirl they were actually most worried about, and they had brought some special equipment along to incapacitate her. Of course, if it became necessary they would kill her as well. But that was the backup plan. If things went as scheduled, they would have the blonde slut locked in special restraints and squirming in their arms by nightfall. When Priest Kings' agents had captured her previous master, the Kurri slave runner Marcus had related that his 'superslut' Kiara had been the best fuck he had ever had. The Dogs of War looked forward to nights of unequalled pleasure at the expense of the beautiful natural slave from Krypton.
When morning came Tima knelt before her master and spoke the words she had hesitated to say the night before. **"**Diana of Earth submits herself as slave to Clark Kent of Earth. She declares herself fully his property to use as he sees fit." Her hands were still chained behind her back, so Clark took her face in his hands and claimed her with their first kiss. He did not stop until she was light-headed. She could tell that he was deeply affected as well.
He released her, and then helped her to her feet so that Kara and Lady Monica could enclose her in the bridle and harness Tima would wear until they were well clear of the area. The chariot she would pull had been expensive, but Clark considered it a necessary cost. He was sworn to protect Diana/Tima from her enemies to the maximum extent possible and the deception that Lady Monica had proposed would do exactly that.
Pikachu awakened from a brief nap. Paga taverns stayed open until dawn and she would retell many more stories before the night ended. She asked, "Is that you, Master? Did you finish your errand?" Martin answered, "You can say that!" Then he removed the severed head of Andre from its bag and threw it into Pikachu's lap.
There were screams and gasps from all over the tavern. Pikachu grew pale. Then she started shaking and screaming uncontrollably. Others looked aghast at Martin.
Someone cried, "What happened?" Martin answered, "We fought a kajira challenge over Pikachu. He was a skilled fighter. One of the best I have ever faced, I will give him that. But he was a fool, thinking that this slut was worth dying for. I tried to tell him differently, but he would not listen." He turned to Pikachu and snarled, "You're MINE now, bitch." Pikachu looked up at him in absolute horror. She began crawling back away in terror. She said nothing, only started breathing too fast and shallowly. Those nearest to her thought she was trying to moan "No!" but could not catch her breath to do so. Outside of the young slave's gasps and moans the room was quiet until suddenly the silence was broken by Lois' sharp words. "By what right do you get to claim Pikachu as your own?" she asked. Martin screamed, "Shut up bitch. Do not speak of things you do not understand!" Lois gulped and continued, demanding to know "What right do you have to claim Pikachu? After all, Andre did not own Pikachu!" Arbus shouted, "Lois, hold your tongue!" Lois turned white as a sheet; she had never seen Arbus truly enraged at her. Martin screamed, "Of course she belonged to him. We fought a duel over her!" Arbus answered, "No my friend, this stupid slut speaks the truth. There were negotiations and we came up with a price but we never finalized the deal. It seemed that there was something that he had to do before he would take possession of her." Martin was silent, gaping, his eyes wild upon Arbus. Trying to remain calm, he spoke in a forced, even tone: "Whatever he offered for her I will pay it. I will pay twice as much!" Rollo stated firmly, "She is not for sale!" Martin asked Arbus, his voice full of emotion, "Is that true? Please tell me that it is not!" Arbus answered, "We are partners. I am afraid that if Rollo does not agree on a sale it will not go though! I am sorry my friend?" Martin asked, "What if I killed Rollo?" Arbus answered, "Then you have to kill both Rollo and myself. He is my partner and my friend. Get hold of yourself, Martin. She is just a kettle girl." Martin stared at him for a moment. Then he turned his attention to Pikachu. He hissed, in an accusing tone, "You conniving bitch. This is all YOUR fault. Andre's blood is on your hands, too. You will pay for this, I swear it!" With that he turned around and stormed out of the tavern.
After he left, no one in the tavern wanted to be the first to speak. Rollo looked at Pikachu and walked over the weeping girl. Without saying a word, he picked her up and cuddled her in his arms.
Arbus turned his attention to Lois. She curled on the floor, frightened. He hissed, "There will be a reckoning for your outburst." She answered, defensively, "Master, he would have killed her if I had not said anything." Arbus hissed back, "So what if he had? She is just a kajira. Were she dead this would be over with! She is beginning to prove more trouble than she is worth, as are you!" "Master?" asked Lois. Arbus answered, "I have been too lenient with you. I am through coddling you and your sharp tongue. You will now learn what slavery means. You will be whipped and rented out to a tavern so that you can learn what it is to be a true slave. If you are not absolutely pleasing, you will be harshly punished with one of my special whips. You will learn that there are consequences for your actions. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." answered Lois meekly. "Your slave already knows that there are consequences for her actions." Arbus answered, "Do you beg that I change your fate?" Lois answered, "No, Master this slave does not! I knew what I was doing. I am willing to pay for my actions. I know my slavery too well to wish otherwise." Arbus answered, "So, you claim to believe you are a slave. You are not. You are deluding yourself and you will be whipped for such effrontery. True slaves do not invite any punishment, except as a means of pleasing their masters. You have not been pleasing and you have not yet seen how far your masters will go to force you to be pleasing. Someday you will truly learn what it is to be a slave and you will never again be the same. Do you understand?" "Yes Master!" whimpered Lois, knowing in her heart what he was saying was true.
* * * *
Diana knelt beside Clark of Kent, as Justina practiced offering bowls of kalana wine and her body to him. Superman wasn't paying attention, he was reflecting on the vagaries of fate. He had come to rescue a friend and had begun fantasizing about owning and using her incredible body. Now he owned that body along with the slave girl's mind that animated it and yet didn't know what he wanted anymore. Diana aroused him powerfully, yet part of Clark was repulsed as well. If Wonder Woman's mind had been callously snuffed out, then his kajira was a reanimated body, a sort of Bride of Frankenstein
And yet there was nothing corpse-like about the girl beside him. For the past days he had been studying her. She spoke in Wonder Woman's voice but unfailingly used the tone and deference of a slave. She had all of Princess Diana's fabulous curves, but the tiger-like natural grace of Wonder Woman's movements had given way to an easy sensuality that both Kara and Justina were being instructed to emulate by their Mistress. Diana seemed to have Wonder Woman's sense of fun and love of teasing, but every joke in his presence seemed to have an underlying message of sexual innuendo. Wonder Woman had always been rather prudish, at least when Clark was around she had been that way.
He found it very hard to decide if the woman who pulled his chariot with such a cock-stiffening gait was the remains of his colleague and friend, or someone else entirely who simply happened to look exactly like Diana of Themyscira. He pondered very carefully what Kara had said to him the night before.
"Master, why do you make me be the one to fuck Diana? Why don't you do it yourself? She would much rather have you inside her than me."
"It's because I'll be damned before I will make love to a brainwashed stranger. If sorry if you don't like relieving her needs; I was trying to be kind to her. Monica had said that Diana isn't content without a good rodding. I assumed you would enjoy yourself, Kara."
"Oh I did enjoy it, Master. Next to having you on top pumping away inside me, having my clit inside a climaxing woman is the greatest feeling in the world. But it bothers Diana. She's my friend, but she was never cut out to be a woman's slave. She needs a man, Master, and she very much wants it to be you."
Kara hesitated for a second and then asked why Clark had said Diana was a stranger. Clark related the conversation in their tent that first night.
Well Master, you always knew that she might not recognize us," Kara commented "but I find her very much like the woman who tried to help me after the police took me away from Dr. Rancor." Superman's eyes lit up with renewed hope. "What have you seen?"
"If you spent more time with her, you might have noticed some of the same little things that I did, Master. After just a few days together she has taken me under her wing just as she did when I was a teenager trying to earn membership in the JLA. She says she doesn't remember me, but she remembered just how to best pleasure my body. She doesn't speak her words the same way, but I recognize the thoughts behind them. Master, it's like somebody sat down and said, 'Let's take the warrior out of Diana, and replace it with a pleasure slave.' "
"She is not Diana of Themyscira, Kara. This is somebody we have never met before. Wonder Woman is dead, Kara. She told me that herself. There are no memories left, only dreams."
"I understand that, Master. But people are more than their memories. Like a person emerging from a coma with all their memories gone, Diana has started up her life all over again. She can't help but be a little different with all those false memories coloring all her perceptions of life. May a girl present her theory, Master?"
"Go ahead."
"I am no psychiatrist," Supergirl began "but this is what I think happened:
Diana was raised in the Amazons' warrior's culture, but she once told me that nearly all of her people have sex dreams about rape and are aroused by bondage. Gor brought those proclivities to the surface; her secret fantasy life became reality.
Furthermore, the only way for her to survive here was to become more like Lieutenant Diana Prince, the resourceful but obedient government worker with a deep romantic crush on her boss. The Priest Kings mind-wiping was an attempt to make that personality completely dominant by eliminating the precepts and inhibitions instilled in her by Paradise Island's culture. Wonder Woman the Amazon is gone, probably for good, but they didn't kill all she was, possibly because they couldn't. Instead what they created was the woman Princess Diana would have become if she had been brought to Gor as a child and raised to be a pleasure slave.
Superman was encouraged now, "So it's still Diana. Are you absolutely certain of that?" Kara tried her best not to get his hopes too high. Her answer was carefully worded. "No Master, I cannot be absolutely certain. But I am certain of this. Your Tima is extremely attracted to you, so much so that she juices whenever you are present. She has a kajira's mindset when it comes to sex. She will not feel humiliated if you command her lips to your body or throw her over a log and penetrate her roughly from behind. Should you decide to indulge in a long leisurely Master's Taking of her beauty, she will not only enjoy it, Master, she will feel better about herself afterwards.
"Did she send you to plead her case?"
"Oh No, Master! She has said nothing to me. Although she reflexively holds her body like a kajira and speaks as I was trained to do by Marcus the slaver, she remains very proud. Tima takes pride in the fact that Gorean men do not intimidate her the way they do me. She seems to enjoy provoking and enduring Lady Monica's punishments. I have spoken about this for your sake, Master. I could see that your mind was racing around in circles about how to treat her. If it was up to me, I would simply fly her at night to Mulkar's ship and place her in cold storage while we finish our search for Lois."
"Why would you do that? Don't you think that she could prove useful to us?"
"If we did things my way, Master, I would be the only woman you pin to the furs and fuck while she screams her pleasure. I know my Master much prefers brunettes. Your girl Diana could well prove too much competition."
That had made him laugh, and then admit to her that he was also acquiring a deeper appreciation of blonde loveliness as well. He used Kara exclusively that night, taking her again and again in a variety of positions. He never once imagined that the slender woman in his arms was the pony kajira with the exaggerated hourglass figure, but he could not help briefly wondering what Tima's high white globes would taste and feel like.
When the next morning came he discovered that he now had two blonde slaves. Diana's long wavy raven locks were gone. Tima's hair had been died golden yellow and been cut short and styled in an almost boyish bob. The lush triangle of curls just above her carefully shaved pussy lips was a realistic light brown. His slave's bluish violet eyes had been injected with enough yellow pigment to produce a vivid green. Formerly milk-white skin was now tanned golden with a form of permanent body make up. All these changes were reversible, but not ordinarily without a Gorean master's assent.
Lady Monica's plan went beyond changing Tima's appearance. She also proposed having her act like a much newer arrival on Gor. With the new demand for leggy, athletic slave bodies, no one would see anything unusual in Clark of Kent purchasing a barbarian woman who would otherwise have been ignored by Gorean slave runners.
As he now watched Kara's hips swiveling before him in an obvious effort to incite his lust, he thought of another woman who had tried to capture his interest that way. "Morgan Croft was a bitch and a nuisance," Clark mused**, "but she certainly had been put together: Hips and buns like a runway model; Tits like a stripper; Fantastic long legs: And the hardest, flattest tummy I ever saw outside of a few super heroines such as Black Canary and Wonder Woman. Morgan had been a world-class athlete and it had not detracted one iota from her sex appeal. If a slaver got a hold of her, she would be nearly as good a ponygirl as Diana".**
That thought lead to another and then to another. He had been a fool to forget. The first part of the recording of Lois' kidnapping had showed Morgan's capture and rape. The photographer had been brought to Gor along with Lois! He ordered an immediate halt to the training session so that he and his women could discuss the prospects of finding Morgan Croft.
"I think you have a better than even chance of finding this Morgan woman, Clark." Monica told him. "But even if you do, she may not be able to lead you back to the men who brought her here. Barbarian girls do not understand the language at first, and so would not recognize the names of the cities and towns in which they were sold as place names. What you can do is try to backtrack her chain of ownership. Your best hope is that that whoever initially trained Morgan also trained your Lois. That is probably too much to wish for, but you just might be that lucky." "I believe the Mistress is right, Master." Tima supplied. "If Morgan is truly an exceptional runner then she will quickly gain notoriety. One thing that might complicate matters, though, is that she might be put to stud duty. That would take her out of circulation."
When Tima and Monica explained what was involved, Kara and Justina broke into tears. Superman was furious. He stalked out of the camp and into the woods to work out his overflowing rage on some trees and rocks. His free companion started to follow him but a yellow loop descended over her shoulders.
"It is time to take a nap, Lady Monica. After you awaken you will have your girls prepare a camp for your companion. And my lady, you are no longer jealous of slaves with great beauty. You understand that you will never be allowed to keep your free companion and are glad for the pleasure he finds in their use."
Wearing a Golden Belt around her waist and carrying a glowing golden coil of rope, Diana/Tima followed Clark into the woods where he had disappeared from sight.
Clark of Kent was so busy felling trees with his fists that until the glowing lasso descended he failed to take note of the figure flying silently above him. He stopped all motion at the command to freeze, and waited silently.
"Good Morning, Superman. I think it is time we truly met. I am the Larl Woman of Gor and I have a bone to pick with you." Diana landed in the newly-made clearing and took a minute to once more rehearse in her head what she was about to say.
You are mistreating two of your slave girls. Justina is still an innocent naïf who is experiencing her first love. You use her body like a lover rather than a master, and so she is falling further and further in love with you and developing all kinds of misconceptions about her future. Unless you mean to break her heart you will change your ways immediately.
The other is Tima. She is insulted and hurt that you scorn the use of her body. She was raised to regard her beauty and expertise as who she is; when you reject her service you reject everything she has become. She wants very much to offer you love, but it you keep this up you will surely get her hatred. You don't want that, do you?"
"No, I don't want her to hate me. I just want to protect her and find a way to make her happy again. Her sadness makes me want to take her in my arms to comfort her, but I am afraid that if I do that I won't be able to resist doing much more than hugging her. "
"I'm very glad to hear that. Now I want you to take off your tunic and loin cloth and sit down. We are going to have a long talk about what you think about Wonder Woman and what you think about your slave girl Tima."
While they talked, Diana/Tima shed the panther girl costume she was wearing and then reattached her girdle of power around her naked waist. She looked at the yellow leather sandals she wore in place of boots and decided that being partly clothed would be more arousing for the man she was considering for the role of her second true master.
He was magnificent to look upon when he undressed and her strength was less than his even with her girdle of power. While they talked, she stroked and kissed at his body until his erection was a bar of steel in her hands. She had taken bigger organs inside her, but never without having been well-used first by other men. That thought alone made her nipples swell and her pussy tingle.
During a pause in the conversation she wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked. When she got little initial response, she sucked hard and licked at the same time. His hips jerked involuntarily and her throat was suddenly blocked. She relaxed her muscles and began to bob her head while her fingers sought out sensitive places on his body. "Tell me what you are feeling" she ordered. She proceeded to learn exactly how best to please him. Eventually, he gushed into her mouth like a fountain.
Then it was her turn. At her instruction he began to explore and experiment. Each time something bought her pleasure or increased her sense of anticipation she instructed him to remember what he had done and how she reacted. As time passed, he became more and more expert. His fingers and tongue and eventually his cock drove her up the slope to climax over and over, and yet she did not find the emotional satisfaction she was looking for. But that was okay, for now. Clark was not yet ready to completely master her. That would come next.
* * * *
The leader of the Dogs of War checked the monitor in his hand. It gave a direction and distance to their target. The contingency plans were in place and rehearsed, one for each order of encounter with their quarry. Superman was the most powerful, yet in many ways, Wonder Woman represented the higher priority. Their hope was that she would already be restrained in some way when they encountered her. If so, she would be easy prey. After that, Superman and Supergirl could be taken down in short order.
Clark of Kent awoke in the small clearing he had made. His towering rage was gone, and he felt surprisingly relaxed. Then he 'remembered' the events preceding his brief nap. 'His panther girl slave had dared to challenge him and he had showed Tima that he was master and the Larl Woman was just another female with slave fire in her belly.'
The Larl Woman lay spooned against him, naked except for Wonder Woman's sandals and tiara. He had tied her hands at her throat with her own yellow lasso so that he could have full access to every inch of her body for a Master's First and Second Takings. Tima was his property now and he had no intention of giving her up, not to the Priest Kings, not to the Justice League, and certainly not to the Amazons of Paradise Island. His hand had burned a brand of ownership into her body and with the yellow submission lasso in her hands there was nothing he could not make her do at his command.
"On your feet," he ordered and watched her struggle to rise. He had used the lasso earlier to command her silence. Until he ordered otherwise, the power of intelligible speech would be beyond Tima. His big blonde slut would no longer talk back to him or to her mistress. The Larl Woman was now completely disguised as the mute pony girl in his collar.
He made her walk before him so that he could enjoy the sight of her sweetly-rounded ass and the undulating curves of her hips and waist. He pictured himself sinking his cock between those bottom cheeks and felt the blood surge to his sex. Then he changed his mind, he would tease her with insertions but would never sodomize her when he was fully hard. He would master her by overwhelming her with forced pleasures, not pain.
Nevertheless, there was a way to take a woman from behind that he had never tried before. In fact it was something that any normal man would find all but impossible. He had taken women this way in his dreams while he slept, now was his chance to make the dream into reality.
He guided Tima down to the grass with a firm hand and pushed her legs apart. She lay on her belly, totally vulnerable to him and the sight further stiffened his erection. His fingers reached between her legs to tickle out her clitoris. Once she was secreting sufficient moisture, he burrowed his fingers within her pussy to twist and stretch and tease her G-spot until her muscles clamped down on him in orgasm.
Now that he was satisfied she could take a deep thrust without injury he knelt behind her, pulled her rump into the air and slid inside to the balls. She felt like slick velvet against his skin: hot and moist and clinging to every square centimeter of his love staff. Kara's pussy was tighter, but Tima's was an even better fit. The sensations were more intense, especially at his sensitive tip, which was lodged against her cervix.
Tima found herself lifted into the air by super-powered arms that both clamped onto each breast and bent her legs back in a wide V. The flesh-covered pole of steel inside her slipped a little way out, then slid back in as he tipped her forward slightly. She was suspended in mid-air with a big hard cock inside her, completely powerless to control the rhythm or the depth of his penetration of her body. She had taken off her magic girdle and returned it to non-space storage and so if her Master got carried away she might be torn to pieces. She was terrified and exhilarated and more aroused than she had been in a long time. Her pussy was practically gushing lubrication.
Yet he did not injure her. Instead, he lifted and lowered her on his upright staff again and again. Deep long strokes to the entrance of her womb were followed by more deep long strokes. She came but he kept up his slow rhythm. It was if he was using her whole body as a fist to jerk himself off.
He kept going until she was on the brink of a second big climax and then he stopped the motion. She whimpered again and again and squirmed desperately to increase the friction. In her thoughts she was begging her master to pleasure his girl, but all that was coming out of he mouth were squeaks and squeals and whinnies such as a horse would make.
"Squeeze, slave girl. Squeeze those trained muscles of yours around your master's sex"
She followed the command; the lasso gave her no choice. And then he resumed rocking her up and down his cock. The movement was faster now, and at his commands she bucked and wiggled and squeezed, and squealed in pleasure or disappointment. Whatever he demanded, she tried to do it, and her feeling of being overwhelmed grew and grew. His stamina was as other-worldly as his strength. He made her come again and again but still he did not spurt inside her.
Then, just as she thought she could bear no more, she felt him swelling and pulsing inside her. One big hand moved to her lower belly and a long finger began to stroke her engorged clitoris. He was so gentle that it didn't make her climax, instead it made her desperate to come.
She began to beg. She knew he wouldn't understand the gibberish sounds, but her thoughts of slave submission came pouring out. As if he was perfectly in tune with her thoughts, he brought a second finger into play and whispered a command for her total submission. As she felt him spurting like a fire hose inside her, Tima's world dissolved in a slave orgasm. She screamed her joy in being mastered at the top of her lungs.
* * * *
The hunters heard the sounds of slave orgasm and smiled knowingly. Their plan was working out better than they expected. Each crept forward to the moans and grunts of the rutting beasts. The Dogs of War, a name they had given themselves, moved silently to encircle their prey. Then there were two nearly silent shots and the pair stopped moving. The hunters held their positions, for there might be others about and they would have to be taken care of, also. At last, the leader crept forward to examine the bodies. They had died instantly. The male was still inside the female.
When the chief hunter saw the faces of the man and woman, he cursed his luck. It was not them. He removed a small collapsible shovel from his satchel and began to assemble it for use. They would have to bury this unlucky pair deeply lest their bodies be discovered and their wounds cause unwanted questions to be asked.
He would have to do it himself even though it would take longer to bury them this way. He could not allow his men to break position and risk themselves or their mission. If their prey was close by, they could have heard the silenced shots. All the indications were that they were in this vicinity.
* * * *
After untying his girl's hands, Superman used the glowing slaver's lasso as a whip and beat the arrogant slut until she broke position, then he hog-tied her and beat her some more. The crafty bitch had played with his mind. He had no idea just what suggestions she had planted there, but he knew how best to deal with a hot slut like her. He had the slaver's rope now, and her every word, thought and movement would be as he liked it, or she would suffer for it. Wonder Woman was his slave now and that meant she would bend to his will or be broken by it.
Kara watched her master return with a well-beaten kajira in his arms. The tall slave girl was wincing in pain, but she shot her sister slave a smile that could not be misinterpreted. When they had discussed what the Larl Woman planned to do, Kara had cautioned against it. Her Gorean master Marcus the slave runner, had used the power of Wonder Woman's original magic lasso with terrible effect. He had used it to not only to enforce obedience but to climb inside his slave's mind and inject the emotions he wanted Kara to feel about her master and her slavery. Clark was a different sort of man altogether, but Kara remembered the saying about absolute power corrupting even the supposedly incorruptible.
Judging by the size of the welts on her body, Tima/Diana must have done something to make their master more Gorean in his attitudes toward his girls. That both thrilled and frightened Kara. She had eventually become ecstatically happy to be Marcus's slave pet, but the months of learning what pleased and what displeased him had been a terrifying emotional roller coaster ride.
Clark began barking orders. "Our newest slave has openings that I haven't fully plumbed yet. It will be a long night and in the morning Tima may be a little the worse for wear so Kara will pull the chariot tomorrow. It's time you learned some pony girl's gaits, Kara. Justina will direct you if you reach a crossroads. Monica, I want to talk with you privately in our tent. And bring your switch."
Kara slept under the stars with Justina in her arms. There had been a great deal of noise from their master's tent. The mistress had yelled so loud when Tima switched her that Clark had warned her to shut up or she could find herself back in a collar. Then the master had used his free companion like a slave girl. If her pleas for him to go harder and deeper were any indication, she had clearly loved every minute of it.
And then Clark had taken Tima into his powerful arms and ravished her completely. She had been extremely vocal, crying out words in English that her master was teaching her. At hearing Tima's joyful exclamation of "Master, I love you." Kara turned to Justina and began to fill her in that changes were in store for all of them.
* * * *
The leader studied the scene. The burial site finally met with his approval. His lieutenant inquired, "But the probes? We were tracking them." The captain pointed to a pile of clothing and articles they had found well hidden. He answered, "There is your answer. He has ditched all the gear and clothing he brought to Gor. He must have expected that we had bugged them. " The second in command cursed, but his leader was wasn't unduly dismayed: "Buck up, my friend. We are hunting Superman and Wonder Woman. Did you expect it to be easy?"
"Do you think they are running around nude?"
The leader chuckled, but answered seriously. "No, at least not all the time. He certainly purchased replacements at some point. We are dealing with a man that can press coal into diamonds, after all. ." "What do we do now?" asked the lieutenant.
"They were in Great Oaks village exactly four days ago. We should have realized that even with two ordinary people in their party they would be well clear of the area. We will just have to track them the way escaped prisoners are tracked on Earth. Call the ship for transport. We have already wasted too much time here."
Clark was sitting with Kara in his lap while Tima and Justina practiced their slave dances around the fire. His sex was inside her body and his blonde slave was trying to follow Monica's instructions about how to ripple her lower muscles around the erection of an unmoving partner. Suddenly he heard a deep male voice close by. It was calling "Morgan, where have you gone off to?"
Clark stood up abruptly, pushing Kara to one side as he started to scan the darkness around them. Kara squeaked in her surprise. Without warning, a woman in diaphanous green silks broke though the underbrush and straight into Clark's arms.
She had long black hair, in a gorgeous Celtic coiffure. She pressed her ample bosom against his chest as she hugged him. She giggled and cried out, "Over here, Master! I dance the Dance MACABRE and I think I have found a new partner!"
She sensuously slid a silken leg up and around one of the shocked Clark's and began to kiss and nibble at him. She had a way with her body that made her touch and scent incredibly sensuous. Superman could not but wonder how many centuries she had been practicing these moves. When she wrapped her other leg over his hip and boosted herself to meet his lips with hers, Clark's body reacted with a mind of its own. Feeling his erection against her furred pussy, she slowly sensuously began to lower herself onto his pole with a sigh of utter delight, using her well-trained muscles, hands, and mouth to their fullest advantage. Clark's face turned beet-red with his blush, his expression starting to resemble something like that of a deer caught in the headlights.
At that moment a large muscular man broke through the brush and looked straight at Clark's face. He stood there for a moment and stared. Then his eyes slowly trailed down the pair's bodies as the strange woman continued to twist and grind herself against Clark.
Clark stammered, "I am… sorry. I…. " The man roared, "Do not worry, my friend. Morganna is free to do as she pleases. Just stand there and enjoy yourself. It is I who should apologize to you; I should keep my slave under stricter discipline!" Clark gasped, "Who are… you?" The man broke out in a hearty laugh and answered, "Let me introduce myself; My name is Artorius the Briton and this slave that you have become so intimate with is Morgan or Morganna, depending on my moods There was a silence and the Kara, still kneeling on the ground gasped, "You don't mean that she is Morgan le Fay and you are King Arthur?" Artorius replied casually, "We have been known by those names from time to time in the past."
In response to this news, Kara and Clark began asking questions at a furious rate. Knowing nothing of Earth's history or legends, Monica and Tima and Justina wondered what all the fuss was about. Throughout the discussion, Tima noted that whenever Morgan le Fay glanced her way she stared, and her expression was very odd.