Birds of a Feather Chapter 14
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 Master 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 resolves to visit 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. Failing to find any direct clues to they opt to hunt for Morgan Croft, in hopes that a champion Pony slave will prove easier to find than Lois. They met Artorius the Briton and Clark is convinced to trade for his slave Morganna( Morgan Le Fay.) Meanwhile, the Priest Kings elect to send out a team to kill Clark and Diana and capture Supergirl. They succeed in wounding Morganna and Clark, but Wonder Woman regains her memories and routes the ambushers. After a long search, Clark acquires Cricket and Lady Viveena(Bina) though a high stakes wager. He learns that Lois was trained by Arbus and Rollo in Ar.
Chapter Fourteen: The Care and Discipline of Slave Girls
Lois was becoming quite popular with the clientele of the golden Tarn. As a free woman she had been Lois Lane, role model for career-minded feminists. Now she was valued solely for the skilled suction of her mouth and the slickness and resilience of her vagina and rectum. The Golden Tarn tavern was basically a brothel, yet Lois was no prostitute; she was a slave whose sexual use was available for the price of cup of paga wine. Lois was whipped if too few men chose to enjoy her body, and her sole compensation for 16 hours of combined kitchen and brothel duties was her daily rations of water and slave gruel.
Lois was denied all exercise except sex and the trim, athletic figure she had worked so hard on Earth to maintain began to quickly deteriorate. Day by day, her tight tummy became more of a gentle swell, and her arms, breasts, and buttocks gained flesh as well. Lois was not shown a mirror, so she did not realize that the added weight combined with the effects of the anti-aging drugs she had been surreptitiously given made her look several years younger. She only realized that by the will of her owner, her body was being sculpted to the ideal for a pleasure slave.
Her life had changed rapidly from the day Martin had first told a recalcitrant captive free women that she was bait to bring her husband to Gor so that Superman and Wonder Woman could be killed by a vengeful ex-Nazi. Although she had initially felt dismay that the ambush would succeed, afterwards she had confidently reflected on the number of times such traps had failed in the past. Rescue, she had foolishly thought, was only a matter of time.
One night Martin came to use her again. He was in an exceptionally good mood. She asked him about that. He answered, "An assassin tried to kill me today. Imagine my surprise! Who would want to kill me? You wouldn't know, would you, Lois? Now don't lie to me." She answered sincerely, "Master, I have no idea who it was." He laughed and said, "Don't worry, I don't suspect that you do, that is not the sort of knowledge one shares with slaves. I do have suspicions, though."
His initial use was pretty much his usual violent rape, but afterwards he stayed for the Gorean Second Taking. His mouth worked Lois into a frenzy of need, and his cock brought her to a series of humiliating orgasms. Each one was damaging to Lois' spirits; the other news he brought with him was crushing:
"My allies have been monitoring Superman's activities. Since coming to Gor he has added three women to his entourage. He now has three exceptionally lovely slaves and a free companion who controls and disciplines them. They traveled in a caravan for a while with a friend of mine. He reports that the five of them fuck like rabbits.
I see from your face that you do not believe me. Perhaps the fact that two of the slave girls are Supergirl and Wonder Woman will help you understand. Both of them have brands in their bodies just as the other girl does and all three of them kiss the whip of their master and mistress, a former Gorean slaver. It looks like even if your Clark gets you back, you will still be just a slave like his luscious little cousin Kara."
Lois gasped in shock. Martin laughed at her fear.
I see you remember that Supergirl has extensive prior experience as a slave. I should know, I found her a marvelous fuck during my last visit to Earth to set events in motion. A friend of mine had captured her and stripped her of most of her powers. He discovered that she was very much a natural slave at the core of her personality. She made a truly exceptional slave slut. I am looking forward to putting a very special collar on her. It's partly synthetic Kryptonite.
We of Gor will make full use of her astonishing sexual assets. She will feel pain and pleasure, but no matter how much something hurts she will not be permanently injured. A man like me could not ask for a better fuck toy."
With those words he had resumed using Lois, his goal being to keep her suspended between pleasure and pain until she begged for the release of climax. A release he granted knowing that orgasm at his touch undermined her remaining pride.
And then, just before he left the room, he added the devastating news that he had been saving for last. "My friend told me something else this morning, Their party was attacked by agents of the Priest Kings using normally prohibited weapons. They nearly took my vengeance for me. They wounded Clark and took Supergirl out of the battle. They were unable to finish him off because his blonde Pony slave turned out to be Wonder Woman in disguise. It certainly seems that the Priest Kings have changed their mind about his mission here. Even if he finds you and kills me, your former husband doesn't have access to a ship with which to take you safely back to Earth. The only way you can leave Gor now is as a corpse, or as a slave in a one of my friends' ships." He was laughing as he walked away, leaving Lois to ponder the full implications of these events. What could Clark do if he found and rescued her? He could keep her as his slave but give up Earth. He could free her and stay here to protect her. He could leave her here to face a certain future of eventual perpetual slavery, or he could kill her and return to Earth with Supergirl as his lover and pet. No matter what course of action he took, it would be terrible for both of them, and ruinous for their relationship.
She had no interest in being the free companion of a man who regularly used slave girls for sex. Even as Clark's wife she had been suspicious of his relationship with Princess Diana and envious of his Cousin Kara's youthful blonde beauty. Lois recognized that the Clark she had loved was probably already lost to her. He had probably been lost the moment she set foot on Gor; she simply had not admitted this to herself until that moment.
Lois realized something else. Martin had to be killed and she might be the only one who knew how to do it.
Superman rode down the road to Ar in a white carriage pulled by three attractive women. Though somewhat mismatched in appearance and talents, it was a magnificent team. One the left was a very tall brunette with broad shoulders and an impossibly small waist. Her torso was a perfect hourglass shape even without the corset-like device that hitched her to the carriage and displayed her figure to maximum advantage. On the other side was deep-breasted woman with the legs and hips of a runway model. The leggy brunettes' faces were also quite lovely, but you had to be up close to see that. Both of them wore bridles that locked a metal bit in their mouths. In the center was Kara, a lithe golden-haired slave with perfect white skin and almost impossibly high cone-shaped tits.
Unlike the other girls, there was no bit in Supergirl's mouth. She was directed only by voice commands and could step out of her harness at any time if she needed to warn her master about anything her super senses had detected. Originally Clark had proposed that Morganna be the center girl, as she could read the road signs and Kara could not, but Kara had pointed out that her strength in the harness would enable them to make better progress over the rough roads of Gor.
Aside from Clark of Kent, who was now posing as an assassin who had taken a very large commission to find a particular slave girl, the other occupant of the carriage was a sylph-like red-head. Her luscious curves could include more fat, maybe about seven pounds more, and her legs were short for her height, but her Titian hair was spectacular and her face was pretty despite her freckles. Her head bobbed up and down as she looked at him. Bina was learning to properly please a master with her mouth. Morganna walked beside them. From time to time, she would offer suggestions or constructive criticism.
The girl's master simply lay back and enjoyed the feel of rejuvenating sunlight on his exposed skin and a slave girl's lips and tongue on gradually hardening cock. He was nearly completely exhausted, a condition he normally experienced only after prolonged fights with the most powerful super villains. He had spent thirty-two of the past thirty-six hours having sex in one form of another with five different women. There had been an unanticipated price for that self-indulgence; He realized only afterwards that, as with Supergirl, a portion of his stored solar energy was expended with each orgasm. He would have to ration his attentions more carefully in the future.
With that inner resolution, he allowed himself to reflect on the differences among the women he had known in his time on Gor. Justina had been a woman just coming into adulthood. Just as Lana Lang had been when she initiated him into the mysteries of sex, Justina had been very new to sexual passion and love. She was eager and determined to please him sexually, but there had been little that was truly slave-like in her yielding to him.
Monica had been older than Justina, and she had come to him with a radically different view of life. Gorean to her bones, the ex-slaver who had paid thugs to try to kidnap Justina and steal Kara from him, fully accepted her new status as a property animal from the moment the brand was burned into her thigh. Then he had freed her and she had still loyally put the full store of her experience expertise at Clark's disposal even in situations in which he did not know to ask for help.
Aside from the much more thorough knowledge of Gor's economy she had provided, Mira had also done much for Clark's sex life. Her personal experience of sex was not extensive, but she had been instructing male and female slaves in the techniques of sexual pleasure and submission for nearly two decades. Without being prompted, she taught her master and his slaves various methods of deepening, heightening, and prolonging sexual arousal, pleasure, and climaxes.
She had also immediately understood that her master feared his own strength in physically disciplining his slaves. Superman now possessed a tool kit for creating intense unrelieved desire in a woman, and the knowledge and mindset to use it. Bina suffered each day with a segmented wooden passion goad in her cunt. Cricket had a prick-shaped vibrator inside her but no way to reach the switch to activate it. Kara, on the other hand, had been rewarded with a trio of ben-wa balls inside her, so that she that she shuddered with pleasure as she did the bulk of the work in pulling the carriage. When they had stopped the day before to make camp after a few hours of travel, Bina had been in a frenzy of need, Kara had been mentally and physically completely relaxed and even Cricket had been completely satisfied with a single fucking.
Being able to easily satisfy the normally insatiable Kara and Cricket allowed Clark time for his three other women. He demeaned Bina by using her again and again like the cheapest drab from the streets, took his time bringing Diana---now solely called Pegasus---to new levels of ecstasy, and worked on the techniques of inducing slave orgasm with Morganna as a practice partner. He hadn't yet succeeded, but she had assured him that the shortcomings were hers rather than his.
It had never occurred to him that super strength and endurance could be a sexual asset to a human woman. Unlike Kara, whose body had been modified by her mad scientist captor, Superman did not have an enhanced sense of touch. Quite the opposite was true. Because the dense molecular structure of his skin protected his nerve endings so well, it had always been difficult to bring him to climax.
That was one reason he was so fond of Lois's blow jobs. She would work on him for 15 to 20 minutes beforehand, so that he was fully sensitized before he entered her. That way it only took about 20 more minutes for him to climax. As Lois had been the first woman he had tried who was both multi-orgasmic and highly turned on by giving head, Clark's previous sexual experience had generally not been mutually satisfactory.
Nor did he get to often enjoy the pleasure of coming inside a woman's body. Lana Lang had screamed in pain when she had initiated Clark into the ways of sex. Here on Gor he now had several receptacles for his sperm: Supergirl and Wonder Woman had their best orgasms when he was pumping seed into them; Cricket was usually too lost in her rapture to notice; and Clark didn't give a damn what Bina thought or felt about anything. He wasn't sure that she had told him everything she knew about Morgan/Cricket's history on Gor.
Unlike Monica, there was no loyalty in Bina. Even after she lost her bet she refused to guide him to Cricket/Morgan's ownership papers, or even say who her previous owner was. That proved unnecessary thanks to Cricket. Still, Bina needed an attitude adjustment. Kara had suggested that Bina be beaten as a disobedient slave but Morganna had made a more practical suggestion. She efficiently worked a string of twelve round beads of various sizes into the newest slave's ass and shoved a slaver's passion goad into the other nether orifice. Cricket sat on the lying slave girl's face, so that her needful pussy could be licked by her former tormentor. Morganna knelt in front of her on Bina's long Titian hair and pinched her nostrils shut until the treacherous slut stuck her tongue into her former Pony slave's muff.
Then, with Superman holding an ankle in each hand, Kara and Pegasus attacked with feathers and tongues. When they finally let their captive loose 25 minutes later the only marks on her body were the imprints of strong hands on her ankles. In her desperation to forestall any more such treatment, the former Lady Viveena of Brundisium answered every question put to her, including those about moneys and slaves which she controlled using fronts to evade city taxes. She signed each document that Morganna had prepared. Clark received owner's rights over dozens of slaves, whom he promptly freed. Her money was distributed between Clark of Kent and the freed slaves. That accomplished; Bina was locked in slave shackles and formally collared.
After a brief celebratory orgy in which Morganna relieved Superman's erection with a remarkably talent mouth and cunt, the party proceeded to collect their winnings. Clark realized then that he had crossed another line. His friends in the JLA would almost certainly not approve. And yet that didn't really bother him much; he was more worried that the Priest Kings might somehow learn of his action and terminate his mission just as he finally found a clue to Lois' fate. One item he kept was a small container of embryos being stored for further implanting. It seemed the Lady Viveena had hoped to sell them when Cricket was deemed to be even more valuable breeding stock, probably after she had won the Championship of Ar.
Bina had now become much more cooperative about her secrets. It seemed that she had wanted Diana so that she could compete for the Inaugural Championship Derby to be held in Ar as part of the Spring Love Festival. This race would be restricted to two-pony teams and she had to find a partner for Cricket.
She desperately wanted to compete in the race, and not only for the fame and gold. It was personal. Lady Florinda had been her rival since they were children. Bina suspected that it was Lady Florinda who was behind the decision to make it a two-pony race. She had the finest two-pony team on the island of Cos, perhaps on Gor and she shared a sleeping couch with the Ubar of Cos, Lurius of Jad. It was also known that everyone who was socially important would be turning out to see this race.
For one thing, Emperor Lurius would be attending. It would be his first ever visit to Glorious Ar and would be a seal on the new peace between the great city states and their allies and satrapies. A more important reason for the great interest in the race was that one of the Pony slaves in Lady Florinda's team was Talena, the former puppet Ubara of Ar. There was much resentment of her misrule and many would want to see her under the whip. There was general agreement that she had been a horrid Ubara, but she was proving to be an excellent ponygirl.
It came as little surprise to Clark's party to learn that the other pony slave on the team would be the rebel Amazon Princess who most of Gor believed was actually Diana of Themyscira. Pegasus pleaded with Clark that they had to rescue that slave. Troia was her younger sister and fellow clone of their mother. Clark promised that he would do his best.
It was Morganna who suggested a possible way. She said, "I know Lurius of Jad. I am sure that he would not be averse to a side-wager, much like the one that had won you Cricket. As a matter of fact, I would not be surprised if that is why he is showing up in Ar the first place. He certainly cannot expect to be warmly welcomed to a city he conquered by treachery." Clark asked, "Do you mean to tell me that he would be going all the way to Ar in the hope that Diana be there and be willing to risk her re-enslavement at his hands just to save her sister?"
"Lurius is an extremely resourceful and prideful man. It would suit his vanity to regain the lovely Princess Diana in just such a way."
"How does he know that we are headed to Ar?"
"That depends on just how much he knows about your mission. He would have connections to both Priest Kings and Kurri. From either one he could know that you would eventually head to Ar, if for no other reason than talk to Arbus and Rollo. As for the Larl Woman, she would eventually hear of her sister's whereabouts and decide to make an effort to free Troia where Lurius's power would be most reduced."
Pegasus was willing to run another race if it meant getting her sister back. Besides, with Cricket at her side they would be unbeatable. Cricket/Morgan was game. She relished the prospect for more competition.
Morganna said, "One last thing. It will not be me at the reins, it will be Bina." Clark cried, "What! What makes you think we can trust her?"
This race will be different. There will be several ponygirl teams involved. We do not know how many of them will be in the pay of Lurius. You will want someone who knows every dirty trick in the book if you want to win. If I learned nothing else during our race, it is that Bina is a masterful ponygirl driver."
"But will she strive to win after the way we have treated her?"
"She knows now that you are her Master and I doubt that she would relish falling under the domination of either Lady Florinda or Lurius the Jad. On the other hand, I think Bina would relish Lady Florinda meeting the same fate that she has met. That way, they can continue their rivalry, just in another form."
One look in Bina's eyes told Clark that what Morgan was saying was true. She would use every underhanded trick at her disposal to end up in the winner's circle. She too, relished a good challenge.
* * * *
Lois was in an exceptionally good mood this night, the patrons of the Golden Tarn noticed. Her body, especially her tits, seemed to be bounding around the room with joy as she served the customers. It was often remarked that with experience and practice she was evolving into the very model of a pleasure slave.
It was widely-known that there had been offers to buy her. Rollo was willing to accept one, but Arbus had turned them all down. He said that she was not sale-ready yet, which caused speculation as to just what she would be like when she was. There were rumors circulating that a very special buyer was interested in her. Others maintained that Arbus simply wanted this juicy vulo for himself. He certainly seemed fond of her; he used her almost exclusively when he visited the Golden Tarn.
Lois, for her part, would start to juice at the mere mention of her owner's name. He used her so often and so well that sometimes she got almost faint with desire and gratitude when the big, handsome slaver entered the tavern. There was little left of the former reporter. About all that was left was the gift of her tongue.
Pikachu had bloomed into an accomplished and confident young courtesan. It was generally known that when Sylvia was not around that her word was law. Now that Pikachu had other training and duties, she rarely was able to make it to the tavern to tell her stories. Instead, more and more people would show up at the training house to hear Pikachu's tales. It was not unknown for one of the patrons to leave with another slave girl in hand.
So it fell to Lois to supply the stories at the tavern. She found that she did not have the gift of the stories that Pikachu told. Her stories tended to be those of graft and corruption, the sort that she wrote when she was a reporter at the Daily Planet. Many events from her life with Superman made into her tales, also. Those were listened to with a jaundiced ear. But everybody enjoyed a good story, no matter how fanciful.
This evening, she had a particular story she planned to tell. After a full audience had arrived she announced, "I have a special tale to tell. It is about a man who lived hundreds of years ago in the barbarian lands. His name was Cyrano de Bergerac. One of the earth girls gasped, "I love this story. It is so romantic!" Martin said, "Cyrano? de Bergerac? I know that name?" He started to search for the name in his memory. The earth girl said, "Of course you do. It is a famous play!" Someone said, "Only in the barbarian lands, but not in Ar. Has anybody else heard of this Cyrano de Bergerac?" There was general silence. Then someone said, "I remember a Cyrano someplace but not a De ber…Deber or whatever" Suddenly Martin said, "Wait a minute. I knew a Cyrano de Bergerac. We were friends." The slave girl exclaimed, "He was just a character in a play, wasn't he?" Lois said, "Martin is right about that! There really was a Cyrano de Bergerac. He died about three hundred and fifty years ago. But I am surprised that you knew him. You had come here long before he was born." Martin answered, "Believe me, I knew him. He had a big Roman nose and was the finest swordsman in all of France. I never knew anybody that could use a rapier like he could!" Someone asked, "What's France?" Someone else speculated, "It must be a city in the lands across Thassa." Someone else asked, "What's a rapier?" Martin answered, "It was an earth sword popular at the time." Lois said, "I am surprised that you two were friends. He has had a very different personality than yours. I would have thought that you two would have been like oil and water." Martin said happily. "I was a very different man, then. So they wrote a play about him. I'm glad. Good for him. I must see if I can find it someday. I would like to see how well it lived up to the real man. He was a character." Lois answered, "I understand the play was largely fictional, but there were some elements from his life that worked themselves into the play. Or instance, he once did take on a hundred men, and prevailed." "That's true!" said Martin. "It was the talk of Paris!" Someone naturally asked "What's Paris?" Someone answered, "Probably another city. I'd bet it is near France." Lois said, "He died the same way too." Arbus warned, "Lois!" Martin asked, "How did he die? It must have been glorious if they wrote a play about him!" Lois answered, "Somebody dropped some building material on him from a very great height." Martin looked crushed. He exclaimed, "He did not deserve a death like that!" Lois continued. "To this day there is a debate about whether it was an accident, or something deliberate." Arbus screamed, "LOIS!" But Lois continued, "You see, he had made a great many enemies. In that way I guess you are alike. Sometimes the only way you can kill the finest swordsman in a city is to drop some lumber on them." Arbus screamed, "A MAN WHO WOULD DO THAT WOULD HAVE NO HONOR!" Lois asked innocently, "What about a man who acts like a tarsk and hides behind his skills. Does he have any honor?" Martin screamed, "Cyrano was no tarsk. He was one of the finest men I ever knew!" Lois answered, "I never said Cyrano was a tarsk."
Arbus immediately threw Lois over his shoulder, emphatically telling all present that Story Time was over. He started to leave the room. Lois said nothing further as he carried her towards the door.
Martin stepped into their way. He was beet-red with fury. "You will hand her over to me! You can no longer claim that she is a new trainee. She has been a slave for months now. She will pay for her sharp tongue." Arbus answered, "Yes she will, but I will be the one administering the punishments. Her final capitulation will be mine and mine alone. I have waited too long to accept anything else!" "What about what I have suffered at her hands?" Martin demanded. Arbus reached into his coin purse and pulled out a coin. He slammed it on a table. "Find yourself a slave girl. Enjoy her. Just don't beat her this time. Let her show you what she can do. It just might be illuminating!" He practically spat the words at Martin. Martin slid his sword a bit out of its sheath. He warned, "Do not think my patience is endless with you. Even the oldest ties can be broken." Arbus answered, "Neither is my patience."
"What do you mean by that?"
Arbus slapped Lois on the butt with his free hand. He answered, "This insolent slut is right about one thing. You have been acting like a tarsk and hiding behind your skills."
"Had any other man told me that, Arbus, I would kill him. Fortunately for you, my patience has not run out yet. You are right, of course. Make sure she is well punished!"
Arbus answered, "I will!" Lois gulped. Martin watched Arbus leave the tavern. After Arbus was gone Martin said, "Do you see what has happened to him? He has fallen under that witch's spell. That slut Pikachu walks about his place like she owns it." "She is being trained to be a first girl." One of the other men offered by way of explanation. Martin said, "She already is the First Girl in more ways than one. If something is not done about that Pikachu, I will be forced to kill him! If you value him you will mark my words well!" Then he turned around and left the tavern, too.
Clark Kent had never liked Morgan Croft. He had always thought she was sexy as hell, but otherwise she was a damn nuisance. He'd heard stories that she was an insatiable tigress in bed and other stories about what a manipulative bitch she proved to be afterwards. The thought of risking losing Lois Lane for a few nights with Morgan Croft never even entered his mind. Lois was just as fiercely independent in her professional and personal life, yet she didn't play power games or undermine friends and colleagues for advantage as Morgan Croft did. And when they had been alone together Lois made it clear that she liked it when Clark was fully in control of her body.
The Pony slave Cricket seemed a very different woman from the Daily Planet photographer. Her body still made his blood rush to his prick, but the formerly arrogant man-eater was now almost childlike in her wordless begging that he see to her sexual needs. Because he remembered her small part in Lois's kidnapping, he hadn't deigned to fuck her that first evening. Instead he made her ride Kara's clit/prick at the same time that he probed her tonsils with her male spear.
When she had him good and ready he had used that erection to climax Pegasus and Morganna twice each before raping Bina until she was sore inside and completely humiliated and exhausted by the orgasms being forced upon her. In the morning, after forcing Bina to deep-throat him, he fucked Cricket out of curiosity. The result had been a revelation. Never had a woman responded so powerfully to him. Even Pegasus' wild climaxes seemed mild in comparison.
As the party had traveled yesterday, Morganna had tried to explain the phenomena of slave orgasm. "Your girl Cricket has come to fully embrace her slavery, and so is able to yield all that she is to a properly dominant master during sex. I have not yet personally experience this phenomenon, but Kara has. Like any female orgasm, the experience itself transcends words. I can tell you from the experience of others that slave orgasm is transforming for a woman. This woman will soon come to love you if you elect to continue to grant her this rapture."
When asked why his other girls did not react that way, Morganna tried to give Clark her best understanding of his kajiri's emotional states.
"Bina is definitely too new to her collar. I will take time and harsher discipline before she feels in her soul that she will never again be anything but a man's property. Pegasus-Diana is quite happy as your slave, but you treat her so much like a free companion lover that she has no real fear of your complete power over her. Kara embraces slavery with all her being, yet I suspect some essential psychological element for slave orgasm is missing in her mind when you use her. She doesn't talk about these matters so I am only speculating in her case.
I know what my problems are, Master. Although I know that I could enchant you at anytime and escape, I feel very much a fearful slave girl in your embrace. Unfortunately I generally know what you are going to do next because it is something I suggested to you. I actually feel more like a powerless kajira before you use me than during or afterwards. I always know that during sex you will neither do anything to deliberately harm me nor leave me unsatisfied. Be happy. There was only one man I ever felt truly a slave girl to and I removed him for that reason.
Cricket, on the other hand, seems to lack those assurances. She obviously knows you don't really like you and she trembled like a white silk until you actually entered her. As a pony slave she can't communicate her needs or preferences except in the most general way, and yet she is a girl with a considerably needs who had already tasted the ecstasy of slave orgasm before you acquired her. By rendering her a mute, some previous master has created a veritable slave orgasm machine."
"Are you saying I am too gentle with you and Kara and Diana?" Superman asked, not understanding what Morganna was getting at.
Although she realized that what she as about to reveal would place her much more fully in this man's power, Morganna elected to share the primary principle of sexual mastery:
"For a girl to attain slave orgasm she must understand that whatever pleasure or pain she feels is only because her master willed it. Morgan knew from the start that her pleasure was entirely at your discretion and not hers in the slightest way. Nothing she could do or say would speed things up or slow things down. She responded to the feeling of helplessness that comes with that knowledge by declaring herself your total slave with her body. It is a reflexive female response to complete sexual domination.
The things you do to me give me great pleasure, but I always have in the back of my mind the thought that if I suggest or plead for something you will do as I ask. For me to reach slave orgasm you will probably have to take me while gagged and chained, or else make it your new practice to disregard what I say while we couple and instead silence me with kisses.
The last thing you need to know is the importance of patience, and timing. When a woman is properly emotionally prepared she is forced into slave orgasm, but she can never, ever be rushed into it. Each kajira has a unique pace for every coupling. Cricket, and I suspect Kara as well, can now attain slave orgasm after minimal fucking, but it will still be foreplay that establishes the emotional mood. Cricket is obviously used to being taken with little or no finesse. What you regarded as a minimum of consideration followed by slow leisurely lovemaking, she probably perceives as a predator playing with its prey.
Always take you own time moving from stage to even if your girl is pleading desperately for greater stimulation. The central theme is that the kajira should have no idea how much pleasure or pain she will undergo this time before she reaches paradise. That way when she comes she will render her very soul to you in gratitude."
"Why would pain be involved? I thought slave orgasms were pleasant experiences."
"I can only tell you what other slaves have told me, Master. Sometime pleasure can be so great for so long that it seems too much to bear. That is a form of pain. Sometimes the anticipation of even a simple orgasm becomes so great for so long that it is hard to bear it any longer. And sometime when you are in the grip of sexual ecstasy, what would normally count as pain becomes just one more sensation in a maelstrom of others. Some women even need such pain to reach climax. I am such a woman, master."
"You mean you are a masochist? I never even suspected." Clark exclaimed. "It has been my private perversion until now, Master but you are entitled to know such things about your kajira. I enjoy your use so greatly because your sex seems so big inside me that I feel as if I am being torn apart." Seeing his expression of horror and shame, Morganna quickly added "But always when we are finished, I find that I was not harmed in any way. After the first time, I started fantasizing that I was being penetrated and tortured with a bar of leather-encased metal. Please forgive a girl for such forbidden thoughts" "Why would such thoughts be forbidden?" he had wanted to know. When she replied that it was because her master he was too good a man to so abuse any woman, he told Morganna that she could imagine him doing anything if that gave her pleasure. Then he added "You have shown yourself to have integrity, Morganna. I was wrong about you. You have not yet been ruined for freedom like Morgan Croft and my cousin. Would you like to become a free woman again once I find Lois? " Morganna considered for a few seconds then conceded, "I am truly unsure what I want, Master. And that may well be the main reason I have never had a slave orgasm. Now that I know that I can be freed someday, I probably never will even come close. With some other master my fate would be a foregone conclusion."
"Does that trouble you?"
She brightened, "Not at all, I am a woman who has always preferred her life to bring surprises. I believe that you might be the man to finally tame me and I welcome the challenge if you wish to try."
Superman pondered that conversation while he held Bina's head firmly in place as his throbbing staff pumped seed directly into her throat. He pulled her away a little and her industrious tongue brought sensual delights to the temporarily hypersensitive head of his cock. Eventually, his sex went limp and settled back on the seat to sleep.
When Bina tried to cuddle with him he shoved her back down to the floor and used his feet impose a master's will upon a slave. She protested verbally briefly, and then subsided and arranged her body for his maximum comfort. In his mind, he made mental note to promote Morganna to first girl and let her switch Bina. The juicy redhead's pale skin would show the marks for quite some time and that would do much to remind of her new place in life. Clark was pondering taking the bitch to Earth with him to serve as a servant for Kara. The sooner Bina realized what it meant to be a slave, the sooner he or Kara would be able to induce slave orgasms in the Titian-haired piece of collar meat.
* * * *
Arbus placed Lois down in front of him. He summoned Sylvia, Eta and Pikachu. They each knelt down, lowering their heads in submission. They could all see that their master was quite angry.
Lois knelt down, on her hands and knees. Arbus watched her crawl over to the side of the room. With her mouth, she picked up a slave whip lying on the floor. She crawled back to him and placed it at his feet, saying, "Your slave awaits her punishment."
Arbus looked long and hard at the whip. Then he bent down and picked up the whip. Lois cringed as her eyes followed it."
He indicated, "Do you remember these three girls?" Worried, Lois answered, "Yes!" It seemed a very odd question. He asked, "Are you found of Sylvia?" She answered, "Yes Master!" He said, "Lower your silks, Sylvia." She answered, "Yes, Master!" and enthusiastically began to disrobe. But Arbus did not disrobe also, as she had hoped. Instead, he walked over and stood behind the girl. He said, "Sylvia, assume the whipping position." Tears in her eyes, she did so and lowered her head to the floor. She cried out when struck. He waited and struck her again. Twenty strokes did he give the girl. He walked back to Lois. He asked, "Are you found of Eta?" She begged, "Please Master, Beat this girl. They are innocent!"
"Must a question be repeated?"
Lois cringed, failing to pay attention or to respond immediately was an offense for which slaves were harshly punished. She cried out, "Yes, I am!" He said, "I want you to count out the strokes." Lois answered, "Yes, Master!" She winced in empathy with each stroke, but she did as she was instructed. Eta received twenty-five strokes, five more because Arbus had to repeat a question. He walked back to an uncontrollably shaking Lois. He asked, "Lois, are you found of Pikachu?" She answered, "Yes, Master, but she did nothing. It is me who must feel the whip. I beg you, beat me instead. Have pity in your heart." He answered, "You will make a count!"
By the time she reached fifteen her voice was cracking with her sobs. She could not continue. She had to listen to the distinctive crack of the whip and Pikachu's agonized cry five more times. Lois watched in horror as Arbus walked back in front of her. He dropped the whip in front of her face. She lay on her side staring at it.
He said, "You will care for these girls. When you are done, you will come to my quarters. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master!" she wept. Lois had learned a lesson in a kajira's life, she could be beaten for the offenses of others. Lois rubbed ointments into their skin and attempted avoid their gaze. She pleaded, "I will never endanger you again. I swear it." Afterwards she crept into Arbus's room. He was lying on her bed, leaning his head on his elbow, looking at her. She wept, "Your girl has been punished. She awaits your next command!" He answered, "You have not begun to be punished. You will drop your silks." She did so." He said, "Entice me without touching me. If you do, you know who will be punished!" She wept, "Yes master!" She started to move her body that she had been trained. Her body took over. Months of conditioning and training overwhelmed her fear. She started to move with ease and grace. She moved her body with a wanton grace and desire. She swayed and gyrated with a need that was overwhelming her. She crawled over her master, taking care not to touch him. He watched her breasts sway just inches above his face. He watched droplets of sweat and desire began to form on the tips of her nipples. He felt the warm droplets hit his face. He allowed one of the sweaty drops to fall into his mouth. Further down, he could feel the oily residue of her juicing. At last she wept, "Take pity on our girl. She begs relief." He answered, "Crawl to the foot of my bed and stay there." "Master?" she whimpered.
"Does a command have to be repeated?"
She answered, "No Master." She spent the rest of the night shivering from the cold and her own unresolved desire as Arbus chose to enjoy a series of other slave girls.
The next morning she discovered to her dismay that she was not going to be sent back to the Golden Tarn. That day she was worked particularly hard as Sylvia, Eta and Pikachu were allowed to rest and recover from their severe beatings. Lois's frustration from the night before had not dissipated, if anything it was stronger. Over the past months she had become addicted to frequent sex. As she did her chores she swayed her body and tried to entice the guards to make use of her. To her continuing frustration, they did not touch her.
That night she lay in her kennel weeping and moaning. When she watched Arbus approach she looked up at him piteously and begged, "Please Master, take pity on this girl. I have never felt such need." He answered, "And your need will grow. You will not be touched until I say so. She broke into tears at his answer. For the first offense, the penalty for a slave relieving her own need was to be whipped between the legs. For the second it was to have her clitoris removed. "No please, Master. I will be good. I will be pleasing to you. Do not leave me in my distress. I am in such need as I could not earlier believe could exist in me!" Arbus merely turned and walked away.
As First Girl, Morganna now rode beside Clark. Bina held the reins of the animals. Clark watched her carefully so that she did not abuse his pets. Morganna cuddled next to Clark asked, "Master, there is something I have been wondering about? "Why did you give Diana the name 'Pegasus' for when she is in pony slave guise?"
"I would have thought it would have obvious. Pegasus was a magnificent winged steed of Greek myth and legend.
"Pegasus was a male. Would it not be more fitting that she bore the name of the female counterpart, 'Aganipe' for 'the mare who destroys mercifully'?"
Clark answered, "You have a point. It is a fitting name for my warrior mare." He called out to his steed, "Your name is no longer Diana or Pegasus, but Aganipe.
Aganipe's heart speeded up with her emotional excitement. Clark had arbitrarily changed her name. She was no longer Diana or Pegasus. She was Aganipe. That meant he was again thinking about her as a master does his slave. Perhaps her master was beginning to truly see what she was, a women designed specifically to be a slave animal for a male like Superman. If Clark would only let her, she could be for him the kind of kajira such that all other men would envy him.
Morganna remarked, "There is still one thing that bothers me." Clark asked, "What is that?"
"Pegasus' rider was a hero named Bellerophon. He tried to use Pegasus to reach Mount Olympus. Zeus sent down a Gadfly down to bite Pegasus. Bellerophon fell to has death. Thereafter Zeus used Pegasus as a beast of burden to carry lighting bolts."
"Yes, I remember the story. So what is your problem?"
"I am wondering which you are, Bellerophon or Zeus."
"Something tells me that I will soon find out."
Suddenly Morganna bit Clark on the arm.
Clark exclaimed, "What did you do that for?"
"To remind you!"
"To remind me of what?"
"That I might be that gadfly."
"The thought had already occurred to me."