Birds of a Feather Chapter 11
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, photographer Morgan Croft, and a teenage runaway nicknamed Pikachu were sent to Gor to become slave girls. Morgan became Cricket, a champion racer pony slave. Pikachu demonstrated a talent as a storyteller but acquired a deadly enemy in Martin, an ex-Nazi and a long time mentor of her owner, Arbus the master slaver. Lois learned that Martin has lured Superman to Gor in order to make it easier for him to take revenge on Wonder Woman for a defeat during WWII Determined to save Troia form the Ubar of Cos, Diana finds herself sold to Clark of Kent, who came to Gor planning to pose as scribe with his slave Kara while he looks for Lois and Wonder Woman. Unfortunately Superman cannot read the native language of Gor. Lady Monica, a former has become Clark's free companion and native guide. Justina is his slave scribe. They have met Artorius and Morganna, who claim to be King Arthur and Morgan Le Fay. Meanwhile, the Priest Kings have elected to send out a team to kill Clark and Diana and capture Supergirl. Chapter Eleven: INTO THE VALLEY OF DEATH As Clark set by the campfire, the gracefully undulating figure of Morganna dancing in the firelight was spectacular. Somehow it seemed as if the firelight danced to the same rhythm with her. "Dance with me, my Master," she coaxed. Clark looked at Artorius of Britton and said, "I believe she is talking to you!" Artorius answered, "No, she is not!" I fear, my friend, she has chosen you as her new Master!" Bemused, Clark asked why. "Because you are part of the Dance!" Morganna purred in response and when Clark asked what dance she answered, "I told you, silly master: the Dance MACABRE." "Nevertheless, I do not want another slave. I have enough of them already!" Clark informed her. Shocked, Kara gasped, "Master, you cannot be serious. This is Morgan le Fay! You may never have a chance to own such a slave again." "But Kara, she has such great slave skills that if I acquired her, I might never be tempted to touch you again." Clark warned, "You would not do that Master." Kara reassured him. "You are too kind to deny a slave relief once slave fires burn in her belly. Besides, I want to learn from her. I cannot imagine a better teacher than she would be." "**If you have too many slaves, perhaps we could make a trade," Artorius suggested to Clark. "**I would be more than happy to relieve you of your dilemma. What about that juicy blonde slut pressing herself so needfully against you?" Before Clark could speakKara interjected "Forgive me, master, but I would not want to be owned by you. Clark is the master I have dreamed about ever since I first laid my eyes on him. But I would be honored to spend the night with you." She crawled over to the man and pressed herself seductively against him. She whispered, "I would make it a night for you to remember!" "**A challenge!" Artorius exclaimed, "**I warn you, young slave. Throughout the centuries I have enjoyed too many slaves to count and I have forgotten about most of them. There would have to be something very special about you!" Kara smiled mysteriously and answered, "I have some very special qualities." Artorius raised an eyebrow and looked at Clark. "Well?" Clark answered, slightly sullenly, "I have given Kara the right to sleep with whom she pleases and when. She can do as she wants." "I might whip my slave on occasion, but I am never that cruel to them." Artorius admonished. Clark exclaimed, "Cruel? How can you say that? I am just giving her the freedom…." The other man interrupted him. "But she does not want freedom. She loves you. She wants to be unconditionally yours. You make it sound that you could not care less about her, or what she does! If that is true, you should sell her to a master who would! If you will not sell her, then be her master." Intrigued, Clark asked, "How?"
"Order her to sleep with me. Or order her not to. Her will means nothing. She does not want it to."
Clark answered, "Interesting words coming from a master whose slave almost raped me. Are you saying you ordered her to do that to me?" He answered, "Of course not, my friend! Not all slaves are the same. Your Kara is not my Morganna. Your Kara craves to be owned by you. Morganna, well, she is not my Morganna now, she is yours. Perhaps you can do better with her than I have. But it will be a challenge. I have owned her, off and on, for fifteen hundred years." "If I do not accept her, what then?" asked Clark.
"It is out of your hands already. You are stuck with Morgan le Fay until she tires of you. I had almost this exact discussion with Ogier the Dane about thirteen hundred years ago.
Clark asked, "What happened to him?" Artorius answered, "I don't know. I think she took him back to Earth. You have to remember, it was over a thousand years ago." Clark asked, "So you still claim to be King Arthur?" The burly man answered, "I have been called by that name in the past, but I have been called many other names also." Kara asked, "So what was Camelot really like?" The man answered, "A magically mystical place, if existed at all. The trouble of living so long and having so many stories being told about you is that after a while, you cannot remember fact or fiction. Take Sir Lancelot: I have so many grand memories of him yet I don't think he ever existed." "What about Gwenivere?" Kara wanted to know. She had read all the King Arthur stories and seen the movies and plays. The man answered, "Oh there was a Gwenivere, but that was not her name of course!" "What was it?" asked Kara.
"It was Ganhumara. She was my wife and then my slave. I loved her so very much. I still do."
Clark asked, "But you enslaved her!"
Artorius gave some thought to his answer:
It was the only thing I could do. What with her dalliance with Mordred and all the rest. In the end I proved a far better master to her than I did a husband. If she had been my slave in the first place, Mordred and I could have remained friends and all. He could have enjoyed my slave and that would have been that.
But she was my wife and he had to seize the throne and I had to kill him. It was such a bother. She fled, of course, and I had to follow her. It was a long quest to regain her. Then she was branded and collared and we both fell in love. So it worked out in the end. I do miss Mordred, though."
"If you had already loved her, would you have enslaved her when you found her?" Clark very much wanted to know the answer, but Artorius gave Clark no guidance for his own situation with Lois.
"I don't know. I was a very different man back then. I was much more passionate. Fifteen centuries tends to mellow a man."
"I am looking for my Free Companion, you could say." Clark told him, "She was stolen from me. But everyone says I should not bother, that when I find her she will not be the same woman I fell in love with." The former King Arthur remarked sagely, "That is a problem when one falls in love with one's free companion. One does fool things like trying to rescue them when they are stolen." Clark asked him, "So you disapprove, I take it?" Artorius responded, "No, my friend, I approve heartily. Who cares if she is not the woman you fell in love with? If you loved her, then just think how much passion you will have for her when you find her. I envy you, but I should warn you your friends might be right. Sometimes completing a quest might not achieve the effect you originally desired." "So why do you encourage me to go?" Superman inquired. Much of this discussion seemed somehow cryptic, like everyone else was in on the secret but him.
Fortunately, the stranger elected to spell it out for him in plain terms:
"Because you will be wiser for it! I will give you an example. I spent most of my younger life opposing the Angles and the Saxons as the invaded my land. I held them at bay, but after Camlann it proved to be in vain. The Angles and the Saxons occupied most of the lands of Britain and made them into their own.
For centuries I brooded about taking vengeance, wishing to destroy them and rid Britain of their kind. At last I got a chance. I was able to return to Earth and join William the Bastard in his expedition for the crown. Though a very capable man, he won because of sheer luck. But I fought with him at the battle of Hastings and elsewhere.
But I gradually noticed something. The Anglo-Saxons that desperately fought against us were not much like the ones I and my Britons had fought against so many times before. Those Anglo-Saxons I was killing had more in common with me than my Norman companions. I had gained my vengeance, only to discover I was fighting on the wrong side. But I am wiser for it! So find your companion and become wiser for it!" Clark replied, "I have already become wiser for it. Not long ago I wouldn't have believed that I could ever own a slave, or have a free companion other my Lois. Now I have both a free companion and three slaves, and I am surprisingly comfortable with it." "Three slaves, I count four!" Tima put in. She was greatly amused by the whole situation. She wasn't sure what the purpose of the set up was, but she knew one when she saw it. Clark was baffled again. "What?"
"I believe you are not counting your latest acquisition. Morganna is now yours, remember?" Artorius reminded.
"You were only joking about that." Clark asserted, But Artorius shook his head. Then more dubiously, Superman asked "Weren't you?" Morganna hopped down into Clark's lap and cooed, "Nope, he wasn't. I am yours now, Master. "And you are mine as well. We will have such adventures together!" She was thinking*.* But Clark complained, "I already have three slaves. I certainly do not need another!" "It is out of our hands, I am afraid." Artorius conceded "When Morganna gets it in her head to take a new master, there is nothing he or I can do! Believe me I have tried!" Clark naturally asked, "She has done this before? How often?" "Too many times to keep count" Artorius/Arthur replied good-naturedly. "But she always came back to me eventually." Clark gasped as Morganna reached down and started to fondle his crotch. He asked, "Eventually? How long is she usually gone?" Arthur shrugged, "I don't know, sometimes a few days, other times a few decades." Clark cried, "A few decades!" Morganna started to nibble on his cheek as she pressed herself against him. "Don't worry, you will love it!" Clark asked, "Why me?" Morgan answered, "I told you, it is because you are my partner, silly. Together we will dance the Dance MACABRE across the landscape of Gor and then Earth!" "Shouldn't your Arthur be your partner? Clark asked, somewhat flustered. Morganna answered, "It is not his time. His place is on Gor. Your place is on Earth and so is mine!" Clark said, "But I have things to do on Gor!" Morganna answered, "So we should do them and return to where we belong!" She paused, and then said, "You really must shuck those other slaves. They are not really part of the dance, are they? It could be dangerous for them! Besides you don't need them now that you have me!" With her head and gestures she indicated, Monica and Justina. "But he is my Master." Justina cried, "I could not dream of a better master than he has been to me. And I have gotten quite fond of Diana and Kara and Lady Monica!" Lady Monique added, quite frosty, "I am his Free Companion!" Morganna retorted, "I am his companion now. He does not need you!"
Lady Monica tried to strike the girl, but Morganna was faster. In a blindingly fast move, she placed her fingers on Monica's face. The free woman's eyes grew blank. She fell to her knees and then stripped herself nude. She tuned to face Arthur.
She said, "I, the Lady Monica, and Free Companion to one known as Clark of Kent, renounce my companionship so that I can submit myself to you, known as Artorius the Briton. I am your property to do with me as you wish. Your slave Mira begs your collar!" Arthur looked up and asked, "Well?" Clark stammered, "Well…. What!" He turned his attention to Morgan. "Change her back!" Morgan answered, "It would be cruel to do so! She is already Arthur's slave. Let her remain in her slave's bliss. I swear this really is the best way, Master! Mira wants to be a cuddly slave under a strong Master. You really do not want her, and she will be safer this way!" Clark answered, "She said she wants to remain my Free Companion!"
"She wants many things. Like anyone else, she cannot have them all. She cannot remain your free companion and survive what it to come. It is not fated. Besides, it is irrelevant what she wants. She is slave now!"
Clark counted, "Yes, under your spell!" Morgan refuted that by citing the prevailing merchant law of Mira's world. "It would not matter if I removed the spell. On this planet, even if a girl declares herself slave under duress, she is still legally a slave. If you want to keep her you will have to fight Arthur for her." Completely mystified once more, Clark demanded, "You would make me fight for her ?" Arthur answered, "Of course not, but I would listen to her, my friend. Through my association with my Morganna over the centuries I have discovered that the slut does have a wicked wisdom about her. People disregard her advice at their own peril. For my part, I promise that I will be a good master to your two slaves if you let me have them." Morgan reached up and pulled Clark's head to her lips. She gave him a gentle, yet incredibly sensuous kiss. Suddenly Clark realized that she was right. He said, "All right, they are yours!" And then wondered why he said it.
A few days later Lois gracefully knelt in front of a customer. She pleaded, "Master, I bring you your paga. Be merciful on this girl." The male looked up and spoke. "You look rather old. The stabilization serums were not kind to you. Interest me!" "Yes, Master!" responded Lois. Gracefully, sensuously, she allowed the slave silks fall from her body. She began to break out in a sweat and her heart started to palpitate as the master examined her. He ordered, "Move!" Slowly her body began to undulate. She allowed her breasts and hips sway to an unseen rhythm. After a few days here such motion was as natural to her as breathing. She slid the palms of her hands up her flanks and then up to her breasts invitingly. She knelt down, placing her lips against the bowl of Paga. She begged, "Master, your slave girl begs your touch." First he ordered, "Undress me!" She slid her hand underneath his tunic. As she pulled it over his head she gracefully pressed herself against him, offering his lips to his. He ordered, "Now the leggings: this time with your teeth." Again she complied but not immediately. She continued to kiss his body. She licked at his lips and worked her way quickly to his ear. She nibbled on one lobe seductively then slid her tongue into his ear. She moved down to his jaw. She made teasing love to his throat. Then her talented lips moved to lick and kiss his shoulder and then his chest. She gently sucked and tugged each of his nipples, as they grew hard at her touch. Then she worked down his rock-hard belly, her undulating body pressed against his groin. She shifted up her ass as she did so. In the dark light it glistened with need and sweat. With her lips and tongue she began to make love to his naval.
He allowed her fingers to weave themselves into her hair and gently guided her down to his leggings. Gracefully, with her teeth and tongue, she began to undo the strands that held his leggings together. As the flesh of his groin was exposed she would lick at it and then gently blow on it.
She began to lick and gently tug at his pubic hair. She cradled each of his balls within the warm embrace of his lips and mouth. She looked and asked needfully, "Master, your slave begs instruction." He ordered, "Use your breasts!"
She gracefully raised her torso and pressed her orbs against her groin. She allowed his cock to slide into the valley between her breasts. There it rested as she slid the palms of her hands up against the sides of her breasts. She let out an involuntary groan and she pressed her breasts together and started to push herself backward and forward.
He allowed his hand to slide down the inner side of her thigh and onto her bush. His fingers began to test the confines of her hot, moist cunt. "You juice well, slut." he commented.
He brought his hand up for her to lick and clean with her tongue. She did so as she continued to breast fuck him.
Then he watched with satisfaction as the sperm began to spurt onto her face. With his finger he began to scoop up the residual to allow her to lick it all clean. "You have proved adequate. You may serve me my paga." She breathed, "Thank you Master!" As her body still undulated she poured some of the Gorean spice wine into a goblet. Then she poured some water into the goblet. She picked up the goblet and swished the solution around. He noticed her erect nipples swaying as she did so. Then she humbly raised the goblet to her mouth and blew at it, making ripples in the liquid. Then she raised the goblet to her mouth, allowing the oral cavity to fill with wine and water. Again she leaned forward as her pressed her body against his. He felt her hard orbs against him as she pressed her lips against his. Their lips locked as Lois allowed the wine to flow into his mouth. Their tongues made love as the paga began to flow down his gullet.
Most of her mind was locked in the passion of the moment. Still a nagging thought stayed in the back of her mind. It was nothing specific, just a feeling. The feeling could have best be translated as puzzlement about where everybody was. Ever since Pikachu had stopped coming to tell her nightly stories the crowds at the tavern had become thin. Now the place seemed almost deserted.
Clark looked on with wonder as Morganna was rubbing Kara's belly with her delicate, skilled fingers. He mused, "Is everything a sexual act with this woman?" He had begun to think so. Kara let out an involuntary moan. "Just what are you trying to do?" asked Clark. Morganna answered, "I am just idling away the time, Master. Do you object?" Clark answered, "If my slaves wish to grope and fondle each other, why should I object? Yet something tells me that this involves more than just groping. Am I right?" Morganna answered, "I have an intelligent and perceptive master. You are right." Clark asked, "Just what are you doing?" Morganna answered, "I am just checking out a hunch of mine!" "What hunch is that?" asked Clark. Kara continued to moan at Morganna's touch. Morganna answered, "Just a second. I have to concentrate. Ah…. Yes. It is as I thought!"
"Just as you thought—what did you think? Is something wrong with Kara?"
Morgan answered mysteriously. "Nothing could be further from the truth. In fact something is very right. She is probably the healthiest woman in the Universe. "That is a relief to hear." Clark had been getting worried. Something in the food here had been making Kara sick to her stomach. Morgan was puzzled, neither Kara nor Clark seemed to have even suspected something that was obvious to her. "This Blonde slave is young, and this will clearly be her first child, but she is not so young as to be unaware of the signs of pregnancy. Or is she?" She decided to ask a few questions:"Kara, when were you last given slave wine?" Kara answered, "When I was first enslaved by Marcus, about three years ago. He said it probably wasn't necessary but it would give him the power to control my ability to have children. That was a few years ago." Morganna smiled a sly smile. "Curiouser and curiouser!" she thought, "Did this Marcus use you?" Kara answered, "He taught me my slavery well, especially that aspect of slavery."
"Did he give you to others?"
"She answered, "Of course, I was well used by many during my slavery with him. Why do you ask? Clark asked, "Could the slave have wine worn off? It has been at least three years now."
"Once slave wine is given, it remains potent until an antidote is given. The current formula has been known to last for centuries. I am sure that I have never heard of slave wine losing its potency in such a short time. Master, did you and your Lois ever have children?"
"No, why?"
"Did you want children?"
Clark asked, "Why?" Morganna answered, "I think I will keep my own council for now. You might want to think about how you would answer that question. I have reason to believe that the slave wine may not work for you and Kara." Kara gave Clark a worried look and Clark exclaimed, "It is more likely you are wrong about your diagnosis of Kara's condition. Why should I believe that you could tell Kara's condition by just rubbing her stomach?" Morganna answered, "If I am wrong then she is ill in a way I have not experienced before. In either case, it would be best for all concerned if she returned to Earth as soon as possible. "So, this is just a con to get me back to Earth! That is your goal, isn't it?" Clark accused. Morganna retorted "Time will tell, If she survives long enough for us to find out." What do you mean by that?" demanded Tima. Morganna smiled a wicked smile. "You also feel it in your bones, warrior woman. Can't you?" "What are you talking about?" asked Clark.
"You gave them a merry run, but they are here. This night the Dance Macabre begins in earnest. Pray we all see the next sunrise."
* * * *
Martin was in a poor mood this evening. Of late he seemed to be getting the cold shoulder. He was not used to such treatment. He used to enjoy the comradeship of his fellow caste members. Now he felt unwelcome at such gatherings. They were cordial enough. But he could tell that they blamed him for the death of Andre even though they knew that it was Andre who issued the challenge.
"Too bad that they could not have seen the fight." He mused sadly. "It was one that deserved to have been held at the central arena of Ar, instead of some damp alley. Crowds should have cheered our martial prowess as we circled, weaved, and jabbed at each other. Andre would have been honored by such a death. Instead he died, alone, in agony, with only I for his audience. Andre deserved better, we both did." Now Andre was dead and Martin seemed to be an outcast.
This treatment of him was frustrating. He wished he was back at his adopted home of Cos, but he had a job to do where he was now. There was no telling how long he would have to stay around Ar, waiting. The worst part was that ultimately his services might not be needed after all. In the meantime, he would have to make the best of it.
Suddenly he found himself at a crossroads and a large group of men approaching. "This night might not be a total loss after all, Martin thought.
The tracker examined the remains of a campsite. His quarries had abandoned it quite recently and were making no effort to cover their tracks. Though it would seem that they had evaded execution once again, they clearly remained on foot. The fool was sticking to his agreement with the Priest Kings and had not used his super powers. That would be his undoing.
Decades before, the lead hunter had survived combat with the First Air Cavalry regiment in Vietnam; that was where he had first heard of search and destroy missions and hammer and anvil tactics. It had proved quite effective against the Viet Cong. Where helicopters were effective, a flying saucer would prove more so. Like the tiger hunters of India, some to his team would drive the prey to the killing ground.
"Ye-haaa!" cried Morgan, bouncing up and down as she rode Clark's shoulders. Clark ignored her outburst and continued to move fast. Tima kept pace with him so that Kara was shielded between her and Superman. She knew what Morganna had been hinting even if her Master was too thickheaded to connect the dots. "You are enjoying this, aren't you?" Clark called up to Morganna. Morganna called back, "Of course I am. What is the use of having a life or death experience if you cannot enjoy it?" "Just remember you are in the most vulnerable position of all of us right now," Clark called back up.
"I have a great view. I wouldn't miss it for the world!"
Kara asked, "Master, are really in danger?" I have seen nor heard anything out of the ordinary. Have you?" "No, but I have refrained from using super powers since I arrived here," Clark answered. "I have simply decided to temporarily put my faith in Morganna's quirky wicked wisdom, instead of trusting to the good intentions of our hosts. I hope I am wrong, and there is no threat." Kara asked, "Why don't we use our super powers?" "We dare not!" answered Clark "Why?" asked Kara again?
"Curiosity does not become a kajira," snapped Clark. Kara shut up, but she looked around, cautiously scanning the tree line. Tima suddenly cried, "NO!" as she watched their Master topple to the ground.
Martin watched the assembly around him with fascination. There must have been a hundred of them. Some carried swords, others carried crossbows, and other men had only pitchforks, staffs and rocks. He asked, "To what do I owe this pleasure?" One of the men stepped forward, saying, "You have not been making yourself very popular lately, man of Cos!" "So you have come to accost me?" asked Martin. "Do you think there are enough of you? Think about what you are doing. Go back to your paga taverns and homes. We have no reason to fight." One of the men hissed, "You are a cruel man. You enjoy killing and making people suffer." "Yes I do, but only my enemies," Martin answered, "You really do not want to become my enemy. Many men have, and few of them lived to regret that decision." "Andre was your friend!" shouted someone.
Martin answered. "He would be so still, had he listened to reason and turned the slut over to me. That way everybody would have been happy." "Pikachu would not have been happy," cried one of the men.
"And neither would we," cried another. "I would dearly miss her funny stories and her smiling face. If you got your hands on her, she would no longer smile, would she?" Martin chuckled, and said, "She would when I ordered her to. When I get done with her she will do anything I order her to. She will be a nice, obedient animal! As for her stories, they are not worth dying over."
"But Honor is. Our honor will not allow us to stand idly by and allow you to continue to torture Pikachu."
Martin answered, "But it is so much fun. You should try it sometime. You might find it enjoyable." "You Bastard!" cried one of the men in the pack. A rock came hurtling at Martin. His sword flashed, deflecting the missile. He smiled a cruel smile. It had begun. He was going to enjoy this.
Kara wept, "I am sorry to have scared you, Master. I tripped. I was distracted. A worried Clark answered, "You have to be more careful."
Kara asked, "Why Master? Bullets bounce of me. I am not going to be hurt by such a fall?" Clark answered, "Because…."
Kara answered, "Just because I never had a period before like other women doesn't mean I'm suddenly made of glass all of a sudden. I'll be fine. It's just that I've been worrying about something. I think we have a problem. Clark answered, "We have several problems. Which one are you referring to?"
"Slave wine is the most effective contraception that I have ever heard of. If that does not work on me, what are we going to use to keep me from having an unending string of babies? I sometimes dreamed of being the mother of your children but things could get completely out of hand very quickly. This is awful."
Clark answered, "Don't worry. We'll think of something. Until then, we'll just have to practice abstinence or coitus interuptus. " "What could work?" Kara bemoaned, "I'd die if you stopped using me, and I don't think any earth contraception is going to be any better at stopping my super eggs or your super sperm." Clark indicated Morganna, who was standing about five feet away from the pair. He whispered, "Ets-lay ot-nay ay-say uper-say aroun-dway er-hay." Kara responded, "Why Master? She knows who we are, she has got to!" Clark answered, "I don't know what she knows and what she does not. And I would not care to give her any more knowledge than she has already."
"Then let's ditch her. I felt much safer before she was here."
"Were you not the one who begged me to acquire the famous Morgan le Fay in the first place?"
Kara answered, "You were right, I was wrong. Then it was romantic, now she just gives me the creeps!"
"How do you propose we ditch her? It is not exactly like I invited her along in the first place."
Kara answered, "Before she came along I was never scared. It was all a great adventure. Now I'm constantly jumpy. We could fly away, far away, Master! We have Diana. We don't really need Morganna to find Morgan Croft and then Lois." Clark answered, "Do you really think so? As long as we are on Gor it would not be far enough."
Do you really think she could find us?"
He answered, "Probably not, but what she is scared of probably could. I think it time we make our…." His words were cut short as the bullet burrowed deep within him. A second burrowed deep into Morganna's stomach and passed through her chest and out the other side. Instantly, another bullet was deflected off a white metal bracelet as Tima reflexively brought up her wrist up to protect Kara. She had moved with blinding speed.
More bullets flew at Kara, Morganna and Tima. Bullets continued to thud into Morganna's torso as she desperately tried to concentrate to summon her powers. Blood began to flow out of Morganna's mouth.
To Tima's own amazement, the enslaved Larl Woman continued to deflect the bullets aimed at her with her wrist bracelets. She wondered what the dangerous insects were and how was she so unerringly able to deflect them.
Kara pressed herself against her unmoving master. He was still bleeding. "That had to be a good sign. But how could he have been shot? How could it have affected him?" Despite her confusion she still pressed her hand against the bullet hole to stop the bleeding. Then she felt an all-too-familiar sensation of weakness. Kryptonite!" she gasped, as more strength flowed from her body with each passing second. She wanted to pull away, but feared that if she moved her hands her beloved Master would bleed to death. She braced herself for the impact of bullets that did not come.
The man with the scoped rifle grunted in satisfaction. The blonde super slut was out of the battle without taking a single shot or jolt from the special TASERS they had brought to subdue her. The mission was half-accomplished already.
"How many are they?" wheezed Morganna, as she spat more blood.
"Four teams, I'd say, a shooter and a spotter, the nearest is three hundred meters away, the farthest about five hundred." Tima answered; wondering how she knew that and why had used those units instead of Gorean horts or passangs. Morganna urged, "Well, we have to do something. Our master is down. He would never forgive us if we allowed anything to happen to Kara in her condition." "Forgive me for asking, Morganna, but why is it that you are still alive? If one of these strange insects was enough to bring down our master, how is it you can take a hand of them and still be able to talk?" Tima demanded. Morganna began to heave. She held her bleeding belly. She forced herself to her knees and then spit out a glowing green slug. She then gasped, "That feels better." Then she addressed Diana. "That is neither here or there." Tima/Diana asked, "Who are you? What are you?"
"At this moment that is not important. What is important is that you are their true target. They are not after our Master. They are not after Kara. They are after you. I suggest we give them Diana of Themyscira. Let them fight Wonder Woman."
For an instant Diana thought she heard Morganna's words inside her head rather than in her ears. Suddenly memories of earlier wars, countless hostage rescues, and anti-terrorist operations flashed through her mind. This was not a task for an ordinary Amazon but a mission for Wonder Woman and all her powers. She began to spin, and there was a bright flash of light. Wearing the costume of the Larl Woman once more, Princess Diana of the Paradise Island Amazons darted into the forest.
Three men rushed him. Martin backed up. Suddenly he thrust his sword behind him. Four hundred years of honed instincts allowed the blade to find its mark. The man cried out in agony. The others behind him began to back off this man who seemed to have eyes behind his head.
Simultaneously, he had to deal with the men in front of him. He dodged to one side while he brought his sword forward. With a series of punches with his free hand he brought three men down. As they fell he would finish them off with well-placed kicks to their heads. With that he began to sing. It was an old song he knew in his youth about landsknechts.
He started to work his way through the crowd of men. Some struck at him. Others attempted to get out the way of his unerring blade. On the whole, they were very predictable. Soon the fight was out of the mob. They were fleeing. He was alone with the dead and the wounded.
He knelt down beside a Warrior who was grasping at the wound in his belly. He looked up at Martin in pain and horror. Martin smiled a reassuring smile. He said, "Relax, Wolkor. I am not going to kill you. You will heal up. Consider yourself lucky. You fought well and bravely. The next time I form a mercenary company, I would be honored if you joined my ranks. In the meantime, I think I will pay a visit to your companion. "
Only at the last minute did the shooter see the visage of the angry Amazon coming. She had not charged him head on. She had disappeared into the foliage. His partner started to unload his firearm in her general direction. He attempted to bring his rifle to bear but Diana easily pushed it aside. A quick punch and his head caved in. His partner soon followed.
The microphone on the shooter's helmet had been smashed, along with the head, but the spotter's mike was still working. She could hear a voice coming through the device. It said, "Titus, Aries, come in. Are you there? Have you found her?" Diana slipped the helmet over her head. She spoke into the microphone. "I do believe they have found her. But I am afraid that they will be observing radio silence from now on." "Who is this?" demanded the voice. Diana answered, "I think you know, but don't worry, we will be meeting soon enough." She paused and then added. "Perhaps I will save you for last. Perhaps I will not." He answered, "Come after me now, Larl Woman. Leave my men out of this. I will order them to withdraw!" Diana did not answer. She had started to hunt her next set of victims.
Lois reclined next to a new master. She was disappointed that he did not want to use her. This night he just wanted to relax and engage in a good conversation. Lois was a great conversationalist. It was a skill she had honed over her years of being a reporter on Earth. She had learned that engaging an interviewee in good conversation beforehand could often yield results that a more confrontational approach could not.
Of course, she did not now use her skills to pump her masters for information, only to give him a pleasant time. He idly played with her excited body as she did so. She flirtatiously moved her body underneath the gaze of his eyes. He was beginning to think that perhaps he had made a mistake. Perhaps he would use this randy wench after all. Her body certainly seemed attuned to serve his every need.
Suddenly some men rushed into the tavern. Some of them had wounds. Two were being carried by their comrades. The proprietor cried, "What happened." One of the men cried, "There was a fight. It was with Martin of Bremen." "What happened to Martin?" asked one of the customers. "Untouched, I bet!" thought Lois, but she said nothing. She was learning to hold her tongue. One of the men said, "He is inhuman. I have never seen a man move with such grace and agility. We never stood a chance." Lois' partner stood up and said, "I am a physician. Let me look at your wounds!" The first man said, "We will be all right. Look at Detus. He is hurt bad." "Put him on a table." answered the man. After a brief examination they could see it in his eyes. He walked over to Lois and said, "Comfort him. Serve his every need. Make his last few Ehn on Gor as pleasant as possible. You have a good heart. It is up to you." Lois wept, "What about you, Master?"
He answered, "I will be taking care of some of these other men. Despite their bravado, some of these men are near death. I can save them. I cannot heal Detus." They lowered him to Lois. She gently pressed her body against his. Even though her silks she could feel that he was cold and clammy. He was growing pale. She gently kissed him. She whispered, "Your slave Lois begs to serve you!" Detus smiled a weak smile. He said, "Do not be hurt, Lois, but I think I would prefer to die in Pikachu's embrace. I would like to hear one of her stories one more time." An uninjured boy exclaimed, "I'll see if I can get her!" and darted out of the tavern. Lois asked, "I could tell you a story. Would that be all right?" Detus answered, "You could try. I would not mind that!" Lois asked, "What story would you like to hear?"
Detus coughed up some blood and then said; "I think would like to hear the one where Tenchi enslaved Ayeka. I think that was my favorite." Lois answered, "I will try!"
The man squeezed the trigger over and over again. In his ear he heard their commander shouting, "Switch to high explosive! Switch to high explosive." He knew it was too late for that. In the last moments his partner joined in with his side arm. His last thought as she closed in on him was that Mul-Delta was a magnificent beast.