Birds of a Feather Chapter 13
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 the earlier novellas Batgirl, Catwoman, Wonder Woman, and Supergirl fall prey to Kurri interplanetary slavers. Selina Kyle escaped to become the Panther Woman, a legendary Gorean Outlaw until Batman came to Gor to re-enslave her. A thoroughly broken Barbara Gordon wound up as Scully, the slave of an agent of the Priest Kings named MulKar. Before being freed by Batman's capture of her slave runner master, Kara Zor-El was traumatized by her long captivity as a fuck toy. Princess Diana escaped from degrading slavery to a power-mad Ubar only to be recaptured by an agent of the Priest kings and brought to the Sardar where her memories were drastically altered in a failed effort to create a docile slave. She escaped by killing her lover and became the much feared Larl Woman. She is at large when the action of Birds of a Feather began.
Lois Lane, photographer Morgan Croft, and a teenage runaway nicknamed Pikachu were brought to Gor to become slave girls. Morgan is converted into a Pony slave and quickly sold. Pikachu demonstrates a talent as a storyteller but acquires a deadly enemy in Martin, an ex-Nazi and a long time mentor of her owner. He killed her lover Andre and was attacked by a crowd of Pikachu's fans. He drove them off and rapes and enslaves the companion of one of his attackers. Lois and her slaver master Arbus became involved in a protracted battle of wits and wills in which she is sentenced to brothel duty. She has 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. Diana, on a quest to save her sister Troia from a powerful and sadistic master, is eventually sold to Clark of Kent,, who has come to Gor posing as a scribe while he looks for Lois and Diana. They have acquired a slave who her former master Artorius claimed is Morgan le Fey. The Priest Kings elected to send out a team to kill Clark and Diana but only succeeded in wounding him. Wonder Woman regained her lost memories of Earth in the midst of repelling the attack. Looking for a clue to Lois' fate, the group has tracked down Morgan Croft., whose owner has taken an interest in Diana and Kara. Chapter Thirteen: MORGAN AND THE BET When Clark arrived at back his lodgings with Morganna in tow, he was too tired and discouraged from a day spent checking each and every slaving establishment in Ar's Station to take much notice of the carriage and ponygirl tethered in front of the inn where he and his three slaves had lodgings. He tried to walk around the long-legged kajira**, but she whinnied frantically and tried to place herself in his path.**
That caused him to meet her gaze. He saw recognition in the kajira's face and searched his memory for who she might be. Neither as Clark Kent nor as Superman had he ever seen Morgan Croft without makeup or clothing, her hair braided rather than carefully styled. Except for the day before, he had never seen her with a bit buckled within her mouth, and her flanks, bottom, and back mottled with striped with scratches and welts from a riding crop. Offended by what he was seeing, Superman reached up and undid the bridle so that the suffering slave could get some relief from the metal bar jammed between her teeth. The girl smiled gratefully and recognition came to him.
"Morgan?" he asked in wonder.
Cricket had not heard that name in so long she barely recognized it as once being hers. Tears streamed down her face and she nodded her head vigorously. Clark Kent held her briefly against him and then started to question her about Lois. With her hands strapped into place cupping her breasts like a Wonder-bra, she couldn't even gesture except to nod or shake her head. Finally, the busty slave on his leash convinced Clark that speech was truly impossible for a Pony slave such as Cricket.
"Some are given surgery, Master. Others are given a drug that interferes with the part of their brains concerned with speech. The drug was developed as a method of silencing disrespectful kajiri without cutting out their tongues or otherwise interfering with their ability to pleasure a man's sex fully with their mouths and throats. It appears that this slave was given that drug."
When Cricket/Morgan responded to his direct question with an emphatic nod, Clark whirled away and ran into the building, leaving her to consider the implications of what she had seen this day. First it was Supergirl and Wonder Woman being used as slave girls by Gorean men and now it was Clark Kent on Gor in possession of a slave. The man had been Clark, that was certain, and yet he wore no glasses and his shoulders seemed as broad as any Gorean warrior's she had seen*. "If Clark seemed that much like Superman in their bedroom it was no wonder Lois had finally decided that being Mrs. Clark Kent was good enough for her."* Then she made the connection. **"Of course, of course, of course!" her mind began to scream. "**Lois found out that Clark was Superman at some point, NO WONDER SHE WAS CERTAIN HER HUSBAND WAS COMING TO GOR TO LOOK FOR HER!!"
Cricket was widely excited. Clark might well free her, and even if he didn't, he would surely want to fuck his enslaved former colleague. The thought of being Superman's slave girl caused an immediate flood of juices in Cricket's loins.
Lady Viveena looked up from tormenting the two slaves she had falsely assured the city guardsmen were hers. Both were now well gagged and closely chained at her feet, squirming in the unrelieved need she had taken delight in inflicting upon them in the hours she had been waiting for the return of this intriguing Clark of Kent from the barbarian lands. The blonde and the brunette to whom Lady Viveena had laid temporary claim both had exceptionally lovely features and complexions. Lady Viveena hated them for being more beautiful than she, just as she resented her Pony slave's splendid long legs and much fuller breasts.
On the other hand, Lady Viveena wanted Diana pulling her carriage and lusted after this Clark's young blonde slut. For the Free Woman of Brundisium, who was dozens of decades old, Kara was fresh young meat to be savored. She was already picturing herself riding the golden-haired slave's clit/prick for hour after hour of orgasms. When the broad-shouldered hunk came into the room bellowing for the owner of the Pony slave and white carriage the richest lady in Brundisium replied in a conversational tone that they belonged to her.
Clark was delighted to meet the woman, at first, but when he saw the anguished tear-filled eyes of Kara and Diana he lost his temper all over again. He brought his hand down so hard on the serving table next to the free woman that it cracked in the middle. She looked up at him not with fear, but with renewed interest.
"If you would be so courteous to me as to sit down, I can explain that I helped these slave girls out of a difficulty I found them in this afternoon. I brought them back here to your lodgings in hopes of meeting their owner. I am Lady Viveena of Brundisium"
"Is it your habit to help people by locking them in chains and fondling them till they go half-mad?" He asked in fury. "No, Clark of Kent, it is not. But then we must remember that these …" She paused to gesture languidly, "are just animals. I'll thank to remember your manners in the presence of a free woman of High Caste. I intend to own these sluts, you see, and I am simply preparing them for my first night of ownership."
"They are not for sale and thus not yours to torture in that way. As payment for usurping my owner's rights, I demand the slave affixed to your carriage as recompense."
"Nonsense. That is a champion animal. Your kajira are worthless bits of fluff in comparison. Since I can make better use of your girl's special feature than you can, I am willing to give you twice what you paid for her. And since I've taken a fancy to having a double team pull my carriage, I will give you two gold tarn pieces for the other one."
"I will not give them up for a hundred gold tarns. Instead, I will have you brought up in front of the magistrates for your violation of the Couching Law!"
"There are no antiquated couching laws in Brundisium, or in Ar's Station. Do not threaten me with slavery! You are not in the position to make such crude threats. You will find that I have much more sway with the authorities than you do! How much do you want for the big-boned pony and the yellow-haired freak? I am prepared to be generous."
"No, thank you. Kara is my cousin. She fell slave to some especially vicious and sadistic masters. When I rescued her and offered to free her, she indicated that freedom was no longer right for her. She is the last of my family and I am honor bound to protect her. Only as her master am I able to do that effectively."
"Yet you also feel honor bound to find an enslaved free companion, your slaves have informed me. Would you like to question my Pony slave? I am sure that she would be glad to tell you anything useful she can."
"You know that is impossible, Lady Viveena. She can no longer speak."
"Nor can she write, so far as I know. Yet your situation is not hopeless. I know from whom I purchased her and the names of some of her former owners. If we can come to an arrangement about the collar meat at my feet, I am willing to provide that information to you."
"Maybe I should just choke the information out of you, you bitch" He reached forward to lift her out of the chair and then abruptly jerked back his hands; the woman had pulled a small concealed knife from her ropes and slashed at him. To cover the fact that he was not bleeding as he should be, Superman put one hand over the one she had tried to cut.
"You have less than an hour to live, Clark of Kent. If you want the antidote you will agree to these terms. I am not a thief. We will race my girl against one of yours. At stake will be ownership of that fine slut you call Pegasus!
"Why do you want Pegasus? This is beyond lust; I can see it in your eyes."
Because your ownership of such a prize thoroughbred is a crime against nature! She was born to race and under me, she will!" She did not bother to tell him that she was in desperate need for a partner for her Cricket. "Win or lose, I will show you sales records for my Pony slave so that you can continue your search for this Lois of yours."
"Unacceptable. If my girl wins, I want full ownership of the steed out front, what are you calling her?"
"Her slave name is Cricket, but if you want the champion of Port Kar, Brundisium, and a dozen other towns and cities included in our wager, I must receive something of equal value. Why do we not include yourself and your other girls, you have told me that your honor is tied to your cousin's protection. As a man enslaved, you would be free of that obligation."
Clark wasn't at all comfortable with that idea. If he gave an oath of submission he would hate himself both for abiding by it or breaking it. In his time on Gor he had learned how seriously Kara and Diana and many other slaves took that oath. Yet that only mattered if he lost. The question was whether or not there was any real risk of losing.
Racing Kara without her special restraints would guarantee a victory, but he could not race Kara; what if she really was pregnant? Wonder Woman could certainly out-pull even an Olympic-class athlete like Morgan Croft, but Wonder Woman wasn't available either. Pegasus, as he had renamed Diana as a camouflage, would not be wearing Hera's girdle of power so the race came down to an Amazon versus an Olympic athlete. That was no sure thing for either side.
On the other hand, everything Clark remembered or had relearned about who his Pegasus was indicated that she would run a wicked race. So until she experienced a slave orgasm of her own free will, she could and would best every normal human pony. Another consideration was that he had decided that it would be a very good thing if this selfish bitch got a good taste of life from the other end of the slave whip. Even a night's experience of slavery had clearly made Lady Monica a much better person. He decided to raise the stakes still higher and see if the haughty bitch recognized a trap.
"Certainly, I would not have Kara risk an owner I would not be willing to endure as well. But since I am wagering my own freedom, I think you should do the same. After all, you have the proven steed and I do not. What is the risk from your point of view?"
"In this case, nothing. I will not lose. Provided that you and I are the drivers, we have a wager. Do you agree to these terms or do I let you die and then purchase your little pets after the magistrate gets through flogging and penalty branding them for impersonation of a free woman? " Although the terms of the deal were exceeding unfair on the surface, Clark figured that the odds were actually wildly in his favor. If need be, he could take off Diana's bracelets to free her berserker strength, or even surreptitiously pull the carriage along after her with his powers of flight. "We have a deal, my lady of Brundisium. We race tomorrow morning an Ahn after sunrise. I think you will find that you have miscalculated. For example, I have no need of your antidote. Assassins master the trick of moving their hand in the same direction as an opponent's strike. You failed to break the skin." With blinding speed Superman wrested the knife away from her, then remarked "But you must now worry about being impaled for attempted murder if you fail to carry through of the terms of the wager." Seeing Lady Viveena go pale, Morganna tugged on his sleeve and he bent down so she could whisper in his ear. When he straightened Clark was laughing, "And by the way, your slave name is going to be Bina." He informed her "It's a very common name for a girl of very little quality." Lady Viveena stormed out of the room.
Ayeka would kneel and weep with a bowl between her knees. Her master's father was unable to work and in need of medical care. There was no way to get the money other than for her son's slave to act as a coin girl. Many would drop coins in her bowl, but because her son was there none would use her. Along with food and medicine, such coins purchased Thammas sweets and toys. But he rarely played with them. Instead, he tended to hug his mother and weep with her. The little boy was determined to somehow bring joy back into her life. Both of them would cringe whenever they saw Martin
Martin walked the streets of Ar unmolested. Some looked at him in fear, others with awe. Some admired him. But none were willing to challenge him again. One look at the weeping slave girl Ayeka, as she carried her son around the streets of Ar, told all that there would be severe but unknown consequences for those who challenged the warrior from Earth by way of Cos.
Arbus continued to drink and talk with his father's friend. He seemed to be the only one who remained relaxed around Martin. Everyone knew why. He was the only one who had nothing to fear from him.
One day Arbus returned to his slavers' house and noticed Rollo talking to someone. Rollo was handing him a bag of coins. Rollo was saying, "Make sure he is good. Make sure he is the best." His companion answered, "He is. Only the best would be willing to take the assignment." He saw Arbus, made a sound of surprised dismay, and ran away. "What's gotten into him?" asked Arbus. Rollo answered, "Nothing, you just startled him is all."
"What was that all about?"
"Nothing to concern you!"
"It is never good for a partnership if the partners to keep secrets from each other, especially when it comes to gold!"
Rollo looked at him and asked, "Do you really want to know?" Arbus answered, "Not really, just be sure that it cannot be traced back to you. I might not be able to protect you then."
"He is a human being. He can be taken down."
"She is just a slave girl. Too many have died because of her already."
Rollo suddenly said, "I have been practicing with him." Arbus answered, "You're fooling yourself if you think you can find his weaknesses that way. Nor will you learn his best tricks. All he is doing is learning your style and how to take advantage of it. Martin is meticulous in that way. He leaves nothing to chance. You would be advised to have as little as possible to do with him."
It was early the next morning. Pegasus/Diana confessed, "I am nervous, Master. Cricket is an accomplished veteran ponygirl and I have never run a race." "True, but you and I have some unique skills that she does not know about." answered Clark.
"You do not mean to use them. Remember the prisoner!"
He remembered that blue flash all too well. He answered, "I will use them only if I have to. Besides, even without your belt and gadgets, was there ever a race you could not win against Morgan Croft?" She answered, "Let us hope not." "You had better only whinny now. I can see Lady V coming our direction and she is not alone." He was right. There was a large, portly man with her and they seemed to be arguing. As they came close he could hear her saying. "It does not involve you. This is a private race between him and me!" He answered "Lady Viveena, do be serious. Any race that involves the phenomenal Cricket is not a private race. Already, quite a crowd has gathered to see it. I understand wagers are running quite high." She answered, "You can not possibly be saying that there is anybody addled-brained enough to bet against me!"
"Of course not! But they are betting on how many beats you will win by!"
Clark called out, "Is there a problem?" The man grew slightly embarrassed. "I understand that you were planning to race your steed yourself. I take it that you are new to the ponygirl circuit." Clark answered, "Yes. Why?"
"Masters might like to race their ponies in private. But in public the drivers are always females. People do not come to the race for the speed. A teenaged girl can easily outdistance your average ponygirl team. This is truly a spectator sport and most of the spectators are male, if you know what I mean."
"Yes I do!"
"Also many of the drivers themselves are slave girls. A lot can happen on the track. The drivers and the ponies can use any means necessary win the race. Most ponies and drivers are intimidated when racing against males and tend to hold back. It is not considered fair."
Clark asked, "This is not a problem with free female drivers?" He answered, "Not really. In the heat of the race, it is hard to tell who is free and who is not."
"So. What I understand from what you are saying is that I cannot be the driver of my steed. But in this case, Lady Viveena is right. This is a private race. It does not have to be sanctioned by whatever organization you represent!"
"You will not be able to hold it on this track and very many people will be quite angry that the race will not take place. Under normal circumstances I would suggest that you find another jockey to take your place but that might prove a problem itself."
"How so?" asked Clark.
"Lady Viveena has gained a reputation for being particularly vicious and vindictive during a race, much more so than she needs to be. I doubt that you would find a free jockey who would be willing to race her one-on-one. I doubt you would find any masters that would allow their slaves to do so!"
Lady Viveena said, "If he cannot find a rider then he loses by default." The official, "I doubt that. I suspect the racing council would take account Clark's relative naiveté when he agree to the conditions of the race. You knew better. I believe it is you that would be ruled the loser. Let us not forget you have many enemies on the council." She grew pale at that statement.
They walked up to Cricket, scraping the ground with her foot impatiently. She looked up at Clark with imploring, pleading eyes.
Disgusted, Lady Viveena exclaimed, "Then we have to call off the bet." Clark crossed his arms and said, "Actually, I have never met a woman that I wanted more to see more under my discipline and wearing my collar." The official said, "That still leave the problem of over a thousand disappointed fans. But I suppose we could ameliorate them somewhat with the public branding of Lady Viveena." Frightened, the free lady cried, "He has a driver. I know it. She told me so last night" "Who might that be?" asked Clark.
"The slut you call Morganna. She told me that she envied you and wished she could take your place at the reins!"
That is a different story," remarked the racing official. "If you have a slave that is willing to race against her we should allow the race to go on. I think that would be best all the way around. I really don't think you want to be responsible for thousands of angry sports fans. If it got out of hand, the City Administrator would have to call out the guard. A lot of people could die!" "Then you have yourself a deal." Clark replied. "If Morganna of her own free will is willing to race this she-sleen, I will allow her to take my place."
A short while later, a proud Morganna stood in the chariot, guiding Pegasus and acknowledging the cheers of the multitude of fans. She seemed to be enjoying the adulation, and was waving at them. She had already won the heart of the crowd.
Clark walked up to her and asked, "Have you ever driven a pony race before?" She answered nonchalantly, "I have never even seen one!"
"You seem quite confident."
"I know my steed. It is in the bag!" Morgan le Fay was indeed sure of the outcome. But she kept her reasons to herself, as she always did since coming to Gor. Clark still looked doubtful. Kara spoke up: "I have confidence in this pair. If she says she will win, I believe her." Clark chuckled and asked, "Not that long ago you wanted me to ditch her. You said she gave you the creeps!" Kara answered, "That was then and this is now. A lot has happened since then. I have one question, though: From what I understand, you could have won the wager and not run the race? Why take the chance?" "I agree with Morganna. I have confidence in our steed. She knows what is at stake. Besides, it's what the people want." He walked over to Diana/Pegasus. He fondled her breasts as he whispered in her ear, "Isn't that true. You lose this race and you will be a ponygirl for ever and ever." She gulped. Meanwhile Lady Viveena was bringing her own steed to the starting line. She said, "If we win, I will sell you. That is what you want, isn't it?"
Cricket did not believe her, of course. But she was going to run the race of her life. She knew that she was racing against Wonder Woman and she might never get another chance to race another opponent like this. She did not care about the consequences of victory or defeat. The former Morgan Croft's competitive dander was up.
The free woman glanced over at Morganna. She hissed, "You seem confident, Slut!" Morganna gaily answered, "The way I see it, you owe me big time. I figure that had I not agree to race. you would be getting branded in front of the cheering crowd right about now."
"If you think that is going to gain you any mercy, you are wrong. I will make you suffer for thinking you can challenge me!"
"Actually, I am not challenging you. I am just going along for the ride. I just wanted to see your defeat up close and personal. I think I am going to enjoy watching my master sink the iron in you. And you know what? I think he is going to enjoy it too."
"Pray to the Priest Kings that you do not see the morrow. I think I might enjoy hearing you scream as I kill you slowly during my victory celebration. Do you think he will enjoy seeing that?"
Morgan replied, "I would avoid getting my Master angry. I don't think you would enjoy seeing him angry." She paused and added "I would like to talk with you all day. But I am afraid it is time to start the race." The official was standing there. He said, "Remember, anyone who allows their steed to go before I say so shall be whipped." He paused for a moment and then said, "GO!" Lady Viveena and Cricket were already off. He tried to call a halt to the race but both teams were going all out and he quickly recognized that, short of using crossbows, there was no stopping them, He realized that this might just be a race to remember*. Maybe that fool scribe knows what he is doing after all. I hope so.* I would dearly love to see that she-sleen Lady Viveena branded.
Lady Viveena wondered about her beast. Cricket was a normally a high-spirited pony and liked to keep up a quick pace, but she wondered if even Cricket could keep up this pace for ten laps. She tried to slow her filly down and found to her surprise that Cricket was ignoring her direction.
Then she saw the magnificent filly coming up alongside her. Pegasus did not even seem to be breaking a sweat. Lady Viveena began to make well-aimed strikes at the beast's face, breasts, and cunt. The broad-shouldered Pony slave winced from the sting and pain but just kept coming.
"I have to have this one! With her, the Championship of Ar is in my reach!" LadyViveena exalted to herself.As her opponent continued to gain on her, she switched her target. The Morganna slut was just standing there, holding the reins. Despite the rain of blows, the slave waived gaily at Lady Viveena as she pulled alongside. "Where is your whip?" The free woman called out. Morgan called back gaily, "I did not bring one! Perhaps I can borrow yours!" Suddenly her hand zipped out and somehow she managed to grab the multi-stranded instrument as Lady Viveena tried to strike her again. She easily ripped it out of Lady Viveena's hand. She threw it over her shoulder. She said, "Oops. I guess there will be time enough for whipping later."
Suddenly Lady Viveena produced a knife. Morganna watched carefully what she was going to do with it. If she was not careful this could get messy. But instead of attacking with the knife Lady Viveena began to carefully climb over the front end of the chariot. Morganna had to admire the skill and daring of her opponent.
Lady Viveena ordered Cricket to thrust her bound wrists backward. Delighted, Cricket did so for she knew was Lady Viveena was going to do. With a quick thrust, Lady Viveena was able to cut the twine that bound Cricket's wrists. Happily Cricket wiggled her wrists free. Now she could run the race she wanted. Immediately, she began to pick up speed.
"Bravo!" cried Morganna.
Diana struggled in frustration that her hands were still bound behind her. It suddenly occurred to her that Cricket might win this race.
Lady Viveena produced another whip. Up until this race she had had never had one grabbed out of her hand, but she had lost them in other ways so she always made sure that she had a ready supply.
This time she would not strike at either of the opponents. She knew better now. She leaned over so that she might allow the whip trail behind her. With any luck she could get the whip to wrap around the axle of the other chariot. But to her disgust the other pony only began to widen the distance between the two chariots by moving outward.
There was some consolation to this maneuver though They were coming up to the first curve and by forcing the other chariot outward the pony would have to cover more ground. It was a matter of Geometry. Yet, it was also frustrating. One of her greatest joys in racing was the ability to pummel her other opponents. If they kept such distance this race would have to be won on the merits of the steeds.
But that was looking good. If anything, this Pegasus was falling farther behind. But she wondered if even Cricket could keep up this pace. It would do her little good if her beast's heart burst.
But as they came up to the straightaway Pegasus's magnificent legs began to stretch out at an even faster pace. She began to catch up with Cricket. When they came to the next curve Cricket was just able to hold her own.
Clark observed with some satisfaction that Pegasus/Diana had pushed herself in front of Cricket. He watched one of ten golden statues of slave girls rotate down, indicating that the first lap was over.
By the end of the second lap Viveena watched with some frustration as the other team cut to the railing in front of her. She realized that she only two hopes to win this race. First was that the other mount get winded before her mount did. She doubted that as going to happen. The other way was to somehow disable the other mount or vehicle. She had a poisoned dagger but was loath to use it. There was one way left. She signaled to Cricket to slow her pace.
Cricket ignored her. This was one race she was going to win or lose on her own. She would outrun Wonder Woman or die trying. She started to summon up every ounce of her reserves to do so. To her pleased surprise, she realized that she was beginning to catch up with her.
When the third golden slave girl bowed down there was a gasp of the crowd. As the leading girl crossed the finish line at each lap the count of the heart beat of the kneeling slave girl was recorded. This was a truly amazingly low count.
By the fifth lap Clark began to worry. From his super hearing he could hear Cricket's heart pounding. He was truly afraid it was going to burst. He wanted to win, but not this way.
Diana seemed to realize it also. She realized that Cricket would run herself to death before she admitted defeat. There was only one thing to do, get this race over with as soon as possible. The female super soldier also started to put an extra effort into her running, leaving the frustrated Cricket well behind.
By the ninth lap she was coming up behind Cricket. She was now truly worried about Cricket's heart. It could burst at any time now. She also realized that her Master might do some fool thing like concede the race rather than let Cricket die.
Lady Viveena smiled as she heard Pegasus coming up behind her. Her plan might work after all, despite Cricket's disobedience. She studied the situation and waited for the right moment. With unerring accuracy, she swung her whip at the advancing chariot. There was a sound of screeching and the smell of smoke as the leather whip wrapped around the axle of the other chariot.
Morganna dropped the reins and grabbed hold of the sides of the chariot as it began to twist and flip. Cricket zoomed ahead. Diana realized immediately what had happened and slowed down to a walk so that the chariot could right itself. Nevertheless, Morganna could sense it starting to flip over. She threw her weight against the chariot to stop its momentum. She had to climb one wall of the chariot to change its point of balance.
Diana came to a stop. They both knew what had to be done. Morganna jumped out and started to pull at the remains of the whip to unwrap it from the wheel and axle. It was slow, hard going. Some of the remnants of the whip were really stuck in there. Meanwhile Lady Viveena continued her 9th lap.
"I'm going to win!" She exalted, and as she neared the immobile chariot, she thought, "This is even better!" The other driver was still kneeling there, still attempting to get the whip unwound from the axle. Not only was she going to win, she was going to crunch that slut under her wheel. It probably would not kill her outright; Morganna would be forced to suffer a lingering, painful death.
Suddenly Morganna leaped up, pushing herself up from the side of the chariot. Lady Viveena watched in horror as the twirling body of her opponent came straight at her. Morganna's body stuck hers with a sharp thud and both Lady Viveena and Morganna flew out of the chariot. They started to roll together on the ground. When they stopped rolling, Morganna was sitting on top of Lady Viveena, pinning her arms to the ground. Lady Viveena was hers to do with as she willed.
Lady Viveena cried, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Morgan answered, "I don't believe the chariots have to have a riders, do they? It was always their race anyhow."
"Then I will still win. Cricket is still running and your slut is still stalled."
Morgan said, "Oh yeah." She turned her attention to her partner. She called out "Run Pegasus. Run like the wind." Then she started to strip and bind Lady Viveena.
There were still a few remnants of the whip stuck inside the wheel, enough to force the wheel to drag. Pegasus put all her strength into it. Gradually she started to catch up with Cricket. Cricket was putting every last ounce of adrenalin into the race. Pegasus/Diana realized that she was gaining on Cricket, but too slowly. She would lose this race and be forever the Pony slave of a cruel, bad-tempered mistress.
With no other recourse, she worked her special Amazon's bracelets off her wrists. She felt a familiar surge of adrenaline. With it came all-consuming rage at an opponent who dared to try to best her. She would catch the foolish bitch and pound her into the turf of the track. But to do that she first had to catch her. She ripped the bonds holding her hands together and ran as if she were starting the hundred-meter dash rather than finishing a three-mile race with a chariot and rider behind her. Pegasus/Diana's legs became a blur of motion.
Meanwhile Morganna had finished binding Lady Viveena with her own whip. She lifted the rival jockey over her head and calmly walked out of the way of the two competing beasts. Cricket was still ahead, but Diana was coming up fast. Officials and audience members strained to see who would win.
Then it was over. Morganna announced, "I believe it is Pegasus by a tit." The race officials concurred. Cricket collapsed in defeat, exhausted by her efforts but exhilarated by the prospect of new ownership at last. Seeing Pegasus turn to try to stomp her helpless opponent, Morganna swiftly acted to avert disaster. She casually hopped back into her chariot and directed it into a victory lap. While her mind melded with her steed's, exchanging thoughts of triumph leavened with calm and reason, Morgan le Fay continued to hold Lady Viveena aloft for the cheering crowd to see, even arching her back for greater effect. The crowd started to chant, "PEGASUS! PEGASUS!" A brazier was bought out and the iron allowed to heat. While it did so, Lady Viveena was brought to kneel in front of the crowd. Papers were put in front of her to sign. The first set turned all of her worldly possessions over to Clark of Kent. The second set was her papers of enslavement. She balked at first, hissing "You can't be serious. The bet was only a joke. Free me!" The official asked Clark, "Was the bet only a joke?" "It did not seem so to me." Clark answered. "Nor to me," said the Judge. He turned to Lady Viveena. "I will tell you what: You don't have to honor your side of the bet, instead I will turn you over to the crowd. You can explain it to them. Maybe they will be more sympathetic than I am." Lady Viveena grew pale. She gulped. "You wouldn't dare," she rasped. He answered grimly, a malicious smile gradually forming on his face as he spoke. "My girl Dee Dee might forever limp because of the thrashing you gave her. She will certainly never race again; and she was one of those ponygirls whose true joy came from racing. I think that was why you did it, too. It is your choice, sign the papers or take your chances with an angry mob. I, for one, hope you pick the latter, for I will be one of that mob." Weeping the whole time, Lady Viveena signed the papers and then looked into Clark's eyes for pity. There was none.
At last the iron in the brazier was white-hot. Lady Viveena was brought in front of it and laid down. Clark took the iron in his hand. He allowed the frightened Viveena to examine it. She pleaded with him not to do it. She claimed she had unknown resources to offer as a bribe. He was implacable.
She started to scream as she watched the iron approach. Her screams crescendo-ed at an even higher pitch as Clark pressed the iron into her flesh. He waited for the smell of burning flesh; then withdrew it. She was now his to command and discipline and he relished the moment. There might be more races in the future, but he had what he wanted from this one.
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Later Clark rested with Diana and Cricket pressing their bodies against him. Morganna and Kara held Bina above his engorged cock. Her arms and ankles were tied behind her. As they positioned her onto the steel-hard tip, she cried out, "He is too hard! He will split me in half." Morgan assured her, "Don't worry. I think you will find yourself extremely flexible down there." Bina writhed in discomfort as she started to sink onto his pole. Then her progress stopped as his cock became stuck against her tight dry walls. "She is a virgin?" asked Clark quizzically. Morganna answered, "The proper term for that condition would be that she is white silk." She gave Bina's shoulders a firm push downward. Bina cried out in pain as her resisting walls stretched apart and she sank down onto his hips. Morganna quipped, "She is definitely red silk now" "I would not show this one much kindness," Morganna warned, "at least for a while. She is the type that would view any show of kindness as a weakness. She wants a strong master. Until she is truly yours you must show her only strength. In the long run it will be easier that way." The pair started to lift Bina up. But Clark waved them off. He said "Just leave her be for now. I like the look of her stuffed and mounted this way." He turned his attention to Cricket. He said in English, "I could change your name back to Morgan. Would you like that?"
She bent her chin down to kiss his nipple submissively. With her eyes she tried to indicate that she would be happy with whatever name her master would give her.
Clark said, "Well, we already have a Morganna. So I think I will keep your name 'Cricket' for now." She nodded happily in agreement. That made him ask, "Does Pony slavery agree with you?" She nodded again, this time even more enthusiastically. A little dismayed by her response, Clark remarked, "I don't know if I need a pony slave. Can you make yourself useful in other ways? It is too bad you cannot talk. I would dearly like to know which Slaver's house you were initially trained at. Maybe you could have been of help there." Cricket jumped up happily and started to nod frantically. Clark translated. "You do know the house you came from." Then he commented in despair: "Too bad you can neither speak nor write." She started to frantically gesture with her fingers. They all looked at her in bemusement. Suddenly Kara exclaimed, "She is playing Charades!" "You think?" asked Clark. Kara answered, "I know it, Master. I always loved playing Charades." Cricket nodded her head enthusiastically. Then watching Cricket's gestures Kara said, "The…. Sounds like…." She watched Cricket crumple up her nose, and attempted to make a squeaking sound. "Rabbit!" exclaimed Diana. Cricket shook her head. She pointed her breasts as she bounced them up and down. Clark exclaimed, 'Boobs, breasts, Tits!" Cricket pointed again to her jiggling breasts and again scrunched up her nose and continued to make squeaking noises. "Jiggle?" guessed Clark. "Not jiggle; bounce" Kara corrected him. "Sounds like bounce, she is a mouse. It sounds like bounce and mouse. She is a house!" "You ARE good at this!" exclaimed Clark. Kara said, "Next word, "Of, of course the house of…, two syllables…., first syllable, sounds like…." She watched as Cricket placed one hand over her eyebrow and with her other hand. They looked for what she was pointing at. But she only seemed to be pointing at the distant sky. "Sky?" asked Kara. Cricket shook her head. Then she moved her hand so that it looked like she was holding a steering wheel and attempted to make 'Vroom, Vroom' sounds. "Driving?" asked Diana. Cricket shook her head. Clark exclaimed, "Car!" Kara exclaimed "Far, Car!" She paused and said "Ar!" Cricket nodded enthusiastically. She then made another gesture. Kara exclaimed, "Second syllable?" Cricket started pointed at everybody. "Slaves!" exclaimed Clark. Kara said, "She pointed at you too, Master." Diana said "Party, us?" Cricket nodded enthusiastically at the second guess. Then she pointed to her breasts**. "Bounce!" said Clark. Cricket shook her head. She listened as various adjectives for breast were yielded Then she pointed at both of them. Diana said** "Bust?" Kara exclaimed, "Sounds like bust and us, Bus? The house of Arbus and two syllables. "First syllable?" They watched as Cricket began to roll on the ground. "Roll?" asked Clark. Cricket nodded enthusiastically. "Next syllable." Said Clark. Cricket knelt down and pursed her lips, making them into a round oval." "Sex doll!" exclaimed Clark. Kara made a sound of shock. Clark defended himself, "It is the first thing that came to mind. Can you blame me?" "O" supplied Diana. Clark asked, "The house of Arbus and Rollo?" Cricket nodded her head. "Now what city?" She began her answer. "One syllable sounds like…" He watched her point in the distance again. He said, "Far? Ar?" Cricket nodded her head triumphantly. Excitedly Clark demanded to know "Was Lois trained at the same house?" Cricket nodded triumphantly. She had pleased her new Master and could not wait to be rewarded for it. She felt absolutely wonderful when he proclaimed, "I think you have earned your place among us." Superman now turned his attention to the girl impaled on his male staff. "I think it is time that you earned your place." He told her. Knowing that his man held the power of life and death over her. The new slave Bina began to wiggle and twist her torso in a desperate attempt to also please her Master.