Birds of a Feather Chapter 15
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 Cricket, a racing 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 proceeds to rape and enslave the wife 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, and she infuriates Arbus by making public suggestions about how to kill Martin. 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. Finding no other clues to Lois's whereabouts, they decide to search for Morgan Croft first. In the process they trade for Artorius the Briton's Morganna-who says she was Morgan le Fay. Meanwhile, the Priest Kings elect to send out a team to kill Clark and Diana and capture Supergirl. Superman is wounded with a Kryptonite bullet, but Diana regains he memories of Wonder Woman and routs the ambushers.
Superman acquires Cricket and her owner Lady Viveena and learns that Lois was being trained in Ar only after a time consuming search and a hair-raising high stakes gamble. As they proceed toward Ar, Clark becomes more Gorean in his treatment of his slaves.
Chapter Fifteen: It's Not Easy Being a Slave Girl
Clark looked up at Aganipe. She knelt by the stream, happily doing laundry. She seemed very joyful and relaxed. When she met her master's gaze her expression was awed. She had been this way ever since he had given her a new slave name. It was now quite hard to picture this humble, obedient kajira as Earth's Wonder Woman. He wondered if his Pony slut could become Wonder Woman again. For that matter, he wasn't sure he wanted her to be. Most of all, he marveled that he literally owned her. He owned her smiles and frowns and teasing, and of course he also owned every inch of that hot, sensuous body. He wondered if he could ever give that up.
He felt Cricket's tongue inching its way into his asshole. He had to admit that felt marvelous. Reluctantly, he flipped over and gave Cricket a kiss. She and Aganipe had been well worked this day; they both now spent twelve hours a day under the harness together. Aganipe seemed to be taking to it well. Bina was proving to be a demanding mistress, but not too harsh, for she knew that she was the low girl and when they were out of the harness Aganipe and Cricket had carte blanche to do what they wanted with the slave. Bina now knelt bound and immobile, serving as a small table. She had been positioned so for hours. He reached over and picked up a piece of fruit from the human table and took a bite out of it. He allowed Cricket to take a bite out of it also. He then asked, "What should I do with you? I have no need for a pony slave once I return to Earth. I could find good master and sell you to him. Would you like that?" She looked ashamed and shook her head. He asked, "You know I plan to return with Lois as my wife. She should then be your mistress. Would you like that?" She crumpled up her nose and made a face of disapproval. Clark asked, "Do you still want to return to Earth with me and be my slave?" She nodded affirmatively. "Even with Lois as your mistress?" She nodded again, this time with less gusto. Clark asked, "Why? What is it that you really want?" She glanced over at Aganipe. Clark tried to translate. "But what about beyond winning the Ar championship? "You are a Gorean pony slave." He told Cricket. "I never saw you happier than when you are in harness. I do not know if there is any room for a Gorean Pony slave on Earth. You could easily find your life one long frustrating story of lost dreams and desires. What is it that you really want on Earth that you cannot find on Gor?" She smiled and pointed to Clark, who responded, "Thank you. But there is more than you are telling. I guess I am becoming Gorean. I am beginning to tell when you are holding back. What is it about Earth that you cannot have on Gor?" Suddenly Cricket jumped up. She rushed to the supplies and started to dig through them. At last she found what she was looking for. She came back, cradling it in her arms smiling and looking down at it with gooey eyes. Clark asked, "What is it?" She handed the object to Clark as if she was handing him a priceless art object. Clark looked at it quizzically. "This is container with your embryos in it. What do you want with that?" She pointed to her stomach. "You want them implanted?" She nodded emphatically. Puzzled, Clark pursued the matter. "Then what?" She positioned her arms as if she was cradling a baby against her bosom and smiled almost sheepishly. "You want to raise them?" She smiled shyly. "But why on Earth, why not Gor?" Morganna, who had been watching this, came up and said, "Master, Gorean slave girls, when they are allowed to have children, are never allowed to raise them." Clark asked, "You want to go to Earth so that you can raise your own children?" Cricket nodded her head. Clark gasped in his amazement; "Morgan Croft has a maternal instinct! Who would have thought it?"
Pikachu bundled in the cloak given to her. It was a cold and rainy night; lighting flashed in the sky over and around Ar. She rushed down the streets of Ar hoping to reach warmth and shelter. Up to now it had been such an enjoyable night. For the first time in weeks she had been allowed to go back to the Golden Tarn to be with her friends, to talk and tell her stories. There was such warmth and gaiety there. Almost everyone had told her how much they missed her. She did not know when she had been so happy. Yet now she saw some dark-clad men walking towards her. They had menacing glares in their eyes. Frightened, she turned to run.
One of the men shouted, "Halt slut!" Obedient to the will of a free man, she stood in place, waiting. She realized she was probably about to get raped. The man said, "Turn around, Slut!" She did so, attempting to look small. He commanded, "Slip off the cloak. It is too good for one like you!" "If it gets dirty, my masters will be unhappy," she pleaded, He snapped, "Must an order be repeated?" She answered, meekly, "No." She unbuckled the clasp and let the cloak fall to the ground. She would expect a beating when she returned to Arbus and Rollo's establishment. She stood eyes down-cast while the tunic she wore began to soak up water. As it did so, it began to stick to her like a second skin. The male walked over to her and grabbed the top of the tunic. He started to rip the tunic apart down her front. Her small round breasts popped out. She begged, "Please let me undress myself, master. I understand it is quite a valuable garment, given to me by Master Arbus when I first arrived on Gor, some months ago. He answered, "Too valuable for the likes of you!" he hissed and continued to rip it apart. "Yes, Master!" she meeklyagreed, shame-faced.The leader of the group asked her if she know what was going to happen to her. She answered meekly, "I am going to be used."
"You are going to be more than used. We are going to see if we can fuck you to death. If we cannot, you are going to wish we could. Do you understand?"
She asked, "Master?" She could see that other men were surrounding her. She wanted to run but a free man had told her not to move so she dared not. Suddenly, one of them pressed his fingers into her shoulders. She winced in pain, held tightly in place. A man said, "You think you are so much better than us. All the time giving us that sweet smile while all the time laughing at us!" "No, Master. I wasn't laughing at anyone, especially not a free man" she protested. She received a slap that rung her ears. "Don't contradict a free man, slut." He continued. "Martin was right about you all the time. Gor would be better off with your kind dead."
"Master, Please! I do not know what you are talking about!"
"How many men died because of you?"
She answered, "I don't know. I didn't ask them to do what they did!" She received another slap. "Do you think that excuses you? They were good men, better than you will ever be!" She answered, "I know, Master. I know I am just a slave."
"How many more will die because of you?"
She wept, "Master, I didn't want anybody to die on my behalf. I am not worth it. I know that!"
"Arbus and Rollo are going to die because of you. You know that, don't you?"
She begged, "Please, don't say that!" Suddenly she felt pressure between her ass cheeks. It was the member of the male who was holding her. She froze when lifted and penetrated with only the rain for lubrication. She cried out in pain as he slid fully inside her. The other males seemed to only laugh at her fear and discomfort. Suddenly the man in front of her sunk his fingers into her thighs and forced her open and thrust himself inside of her.
To Pikachu it seemed that she was back on Earth where her step-daddy or her boyfriend would bring their friends over for her to entertain. She began to shake uncontrollably, wishing that she were dead. When one man finished, another man would take his place.
At some point in her ordeal she became dimly aware of a familiar voice shouting, "Get away from her!" Another voice said, "Rollo, take it easy. We are doing this for your sake!" After Rollo bellowed, "I will see you all dead!" She felt herself dropping to the wet pavement. Pikachu lay naked, suddenly forgotten. She looked up in the direction of Rollo's voice. His dark shape was advancing on the group, his huge ax in his hands. There was another flash of light, bathing his form in light. He looked like he had come from Hell itself. One of the men had a shield and a sword. He said, "Be rational, Rollo. There are many on us and only one of you!"
Rollo merely swung his mighty ax back and charged the man. The man attempted to raise his shield. But the ax smashed its way through and into the man, cutting almost in half. The other men scattered.
Rollo didn't pursue, he just gathered Pikachu into his arms and gently hugged her against him. He said gently, "It is all right, Pikachu, you are safe now." He carried her weeping form back with him.
Martin continued to watch events from a distance. The results confirmed what he thought. Rollo had continued to practice with Martin and Martin continued learn his moves. Martin had to admit that Rollo was somewhat skilled with that huge ax of his. Under different circumstances Martin would have been proud to take him into a mercenary company. Under those circumstances Martin could have protected him so that Rollo might grow out of his rash failings.
During their practice session they always used padded weapons so that it would be hard for either of them to sustain much damage. Still whenever Rollo got angry he always fell back on that single attack. Martin had to admit that it was devastating if one was unlucky to be caught under it. The problem came if the opponent was not caught under it. Then Rollo had left himself defenseless to a riposte.
Picturing that moment in his mind, Martin could almost see the anguished look in Rollo's eyes as Martin sunk his sword between his ribs and into his heart. When the time came, Martin would savor that look, Rollo's look of horror as he realized that he was dying and that Pikachu was at Martin's mercy at last.
Sometime later Martin returned to the room he was using at Rollo's and Arbus's house. He feared that he might have to leave after the confrontation he had with Arbus a few weeks ago. But things were much more relaxed now.
As he walked the darkened halls he saw Lois crawling towards him. She was bathed with sweat. She looked up at him, this time without the insolence and the arrogance. "That was gone, a thing of the past never to return,' he thought, "at least not if Arbus has anything to say in the matter." She knelt in front of him, saying "Master, I beg of you, make use of this foolish slave girl. She is in agony. She burns so!" she swayed her body to seduce him. "Kiss my feet!" he ordered. She bent her face down to them, and used her lips and tongue to placate him. After an Ehn he inquired if Arbus was allowing her use yet. He laughed at her anguished, "No!" "Come to me when he has. Then I will use you well." He promised her. She meekly responded, "Yes master, I thank you." and crawled away, weeping softly at her shame and weakness.
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Aganipe knelt back on her heels, looking straight ahead. A small puddle of musky oil formed at her cunt. Clark showed her the open collar. Engraved upon it was, "Aganipe, property of Clark of Kent." He placed it around her neck. The lock clicked when he shut it. At the sound of the click Aganipe shuddered in orgasm. Clark simply said, "You are mine, now Aganipe." She looked up at him with a kajira's awe and love. She promised "Your slave, Aganipe will strive to be absolutely pleasing to her Master."
"Diana of Themyscira or Wonder Woman no longer exists. She was my colleague. You are my slave, only that. I expect you to be absolutely pleasing and obedient. Do you understand this, Slave Girl?"
Aganipe answered, "Yes Master!" She wanted to say "I have been such a girl for months now. It was you who was blind!" Instead, she only relished the fact that her Master had opened his eyes at last. The longing of almost two years for the right master was over. She had the one she wanted now, and she would do whatever she had to do to keep him. Unaware of his slave's thoughts, Clark was lecturing: "If I require a beast of burden, you shall be so. If I require coins, you will be sent to the street of coins or rented out to a Paga tavern. If I want to raise a crop you will be hitched to a plow. You will be absolutely obedient or you will be punished. Do you understand?" She answered eagerly, "Yes Master! Your slave is in heat. Please use her the way she was meant to be used, with absolute dominance."
Clark slid his yielding slave girl onto her back. There was no resistance; it was as if she were an extension of his hands. He felt her breasts yield against the pressure of his chest and flatten against him. Her thighs blossomed into a cradle to absorb his thrusts. Their mouths locked in embrace. His cock slid into her hot, inviting tunnel. He began to slowly thrust in and out of his hot slave. In turn, she used her body and inner muscles to yield completely to her master. His Mare-who-destroys-mercifully did not do so this day. Instead she yielded to her Master completely in a full and loud slave orgasm.
Two nights later, Clark looked up at the lights of Venna. They were just outside the city's walls. Venna was the closest city on the road to there destination. They would be in Ar in a few days. Morganna had warned him that he should not get his hopes up. It was highly unlikely that Lois would still be there. For that matter, Arbus and Rollo might not even be there. They could easily be on a trade caravan to another city.
He looked down at Kara. Physicians had confirmed what Morganna had hinted at and was now becoming apparent to the naked eye. Kara was pregnant. He carefully removed the Kryptonite alloy control devices from her body. Without those objects he could clearly hear a tiny heartbeat coming from inside her belly.
Kara stirred, her face a mask of discomfort. He noticed her eyelids moving in the quick jerky motion of REM or rapid eye movement. "She must be having a dream." She was twisting and moaning. It must be a disturbing dream," he concluded. Clark knelt down and crawled beside her on the sleeping fur to take her in his arms.
The huge man enters the dimly lit room and stops to once again gaze possessively at her. She raises her blue eyes to his, then blushes and lowers them. Her shoulders tremble. She had broken a rule and knows that she will soon be punished for it. There is no way to stop him from doing whatever he decides to do to her for attempting to disobey him. Except for a handful of his compatriots, no one on this planet even suspects that the once powerful Supergirl has been reduced to a helpless slave girl in the collar of her demanding Gorean master.
In this special room, deprived of yellow sunlight and under the constant glow of infrared lamps, her super powers have faded gradually. When rested, she still has the strength of two strong men, but she gets little rest. For the past weeks Marcus and his men have used his slave Kiara (KEY-er-ah) as their private paga slut on a round-the-clock basis. Each of her orgasms accelerated the process of draining her reserves of solar energy, and under the influence of the former Wonder Woman's magic lasso, their newest slave was unable to resist them in any way. Now he doesn't even need the lasso except on special occasions. She lives in complete terror of a Kurri device called a neural whip.
Kiara wipes tears from her eyes then wiggles to a kneeling position despite the chains on her wrists and ankles. She tries not to finger the brand that has been burned into her thigh with hot kryptonite. Unlike the first three attempts, this one will not heal itself in a matter of hours. She has prayed to the Gods of Krypton that she will never have to face that ordeal again. Her owner is a Gorean slave runner and he does not regard a woman as fully his property unless she was marked with a kajira's brand.
Although he is physically a normal man as far as he can tell, Marcus uses superior technology, intelligence, and size to control everything she does, or says, or even thinks. With the aide of the yellow slaving lasso even her emotions can be dictated to suit his desires. He found her body greatly desirable, and for a man of his planet that had been sufficient reason for him to use the power at his disposal to capture her, nullify her super-normal abilities, and enslave her.
The same chains that now prevent any escape from his underwater headquarters also prevent Kiara from touching herself for sexual relief. In the hours her Master was gone she would remember and fantasize about the exquisite pleasure she received from his touch. Nothing in the world is like it, he had told her, because no other woman has her sensitivity and responsiveness to male attentions.
He had forced her to tell him about the way being defeated had aroused her in her super heroine days and he had explained that for all her strength and invulnerability there had been a natural slave inside her psyche, a core of her personality that longed to emerge.
In these past days she has been forced to become that woman. Branded permanently as a slave and without any hope of rescue, Kara Jor-El submitted to Marcus of Gor formally, in the language of her home planet. He had forced her to make that submission each morning of her slavery, but this time the words emerged without the psychic prompting of the yellow lasso around her throat. When this latest collar clicked shut, Kiara understood that it would never come off unless Marcus chose to sell her or one of them died.
Kiara had always been extremely quick to climax and she was capable of multiple orgasms until she passed out in compete exhaustion. Yet Marcus had found ways to prevent her climax until she was all but mad with frustration. Now he induces releases of her pent-up sexual tension that brings rapture such as she had never dreamed was possible. Once he began to use the lasso to command her submission to his ownership at those moments, the emotional impact of the orgasms deprives her of all sense of reality.
Marcus calls them slave orgasms, and told her that when she fully accepts her status as a powerless slave, they will come naturally. Kiara wants that to be true, but she hadn't thought she could ever visualize herself that way. Only now, looking down at a mark he had personally burned into her body with white-hot metal, does she realize that her Master does indeed have complete power over her. Tonight had been the absolute proof.
The beautiful singer Shania Hope traveled surrounded by fans or bodyguards. Yet she was carried into the room in the bonds of a slave. Her devotion to motherhood and family was the stuff of industry legend, but with the glowing yellow slaver's rope around her waist the dark-haired siren stripped off her clothes and performed every sexual act that Marcus ordered, including straddling the chained Kiara's swollen clit-prick and riding them both to climax.
At the end of the evening, just before Marcus and the Kurii agent posing as her chauffeur bundled their new plaything into a shipment box, Kiara was ordered to inject the pregnant star with a drug that would cause her to spontaneously abort a few hours later.
Her mind had screamed in protest but her hand had been steady. To her everlasting relief, the syringe turned out to contain something else altogether. She had broken into hysterical crying afterwards, unable to stop even after it was explained that she had only administered the necessary sedative for Shania's return to her hotel room.
"I do not kidnap married woman, nor do I separate mothers from their children." Marcus had assured her. "Aside from the distinct possibility that I will enjoy her charms again sometime in the future, Ms. Hope is in no danger from me. She will remember this night only in sexual daydreams, the power of the slaver's rope will see to that."
That had taken place hours ago. Now the massive slaver has returned to tower over his female possession. While he speaks, his hand is forcing her to meet and hold his gaze. "Now tell me this, kajira mine; did you try to resist carrying out my command?"
Afraid to voice either the truth or a lie, Kiara shakes her head in denial. To her dismay, the lasso once again descends over her head and the question is repeated. This time there is no way to suppress the truth. "I was trying to scream "No!" the whole time, Master, but my body would not cooperate."
"So you would have disobeyed me, if you could?"
Kiara's terrified mind tries to form a plausible lie at the same time her lips speak words that condemn her to the agony of a beating with an electrified metal whip.
In her sleep Supergirl shuddered as she remembered what followed:
She had been suspended and whipped while she begged her master for mercy. Then his fingers had worked her into a frenzy of sexual need before he allowed her to come. Then he did it again, and then again. Each time he worked more of his hand inside her dripping cunt until at last his whole fist was imbedded in her body. She continued to come, but even as her body convulsed in painful ecstasy she was screaming for him to take it out before he tore her asunder.
Yet Marcus did not relent that night. Instead, he closed his other fist around his slave's distended clitoris and worked it like a man jerking off. Kiara's mind exploded with an overload of sensation as a stream of cum spurted out onto the floor. He pinched and she screamed in pain, he stroked and she cried out in uncontrollable pleasure. He held her life and sanity in his hand and she was completely without defenses against him.
Superman held his young cousin in his arms, gently rocking her as she came out of the nightmare. Her body had been pouring out sexual pheromones and her protoplasmic clitoris had swollen to its maximum length, but she had been screaming in both fear and pain when he began to try to awaken her. He had debated using true force to wake her up instantly, but decided the risk too great. With Kara's powers, the results could be too unpredictable.
Her dark lashes parted and the man called Clark of Kent stared for a long moment into the bluest eyes in the solar system. Her mouth opened in a perfect O and then he claimed those red lips with a kiss. Supergirl had suffered through many such flashbacks in Clark Kent's apartment in Metropolis; the only thing that really seemed to calm her was forceful tenderness. She possessed many of his superpowers and a few unique ones, but she had never had more than half his strength. For some reason, finding herself restrained tended to bring his young cousin a sense of renewed safety. "Ka-El," she asked, using his true name, "what are you going to do with me when we go back to Earth?"
"I will free you, of course. Everyone deserves the right to choose their own destiny."
"But I do not want that choice, Cousin. I would rather be the slave of Clark Kent than a free woman. You could keep me at your Fortress of Solitude."
Three months before, Clark would not have been seriously tempted, but the idea of living happily with this loving and sensuous woman at his beck and call was now quite inviting. He got sexually excited whenever he even thought about that possibility. He concealed his reaction by remarking, "I doubt Lois would approve of that arrangement. If you want a master, Kara, you must pick someone else. It can be anyone besides Lex Luthor. I don't much care for the thought of your superpowers at his disposal." "What about my body, Master Clark? How do you feel about the idea of Lex running his hands over it and filling me with his big sex." The idea alone made him furious, In fact, despite his instructions that Kara could lay with whomever she wished, the thought of any man touching what was now his property made him want to send them flying into space. It was fortunate for the males of Gor that Kara much preferred his use to any other man's. Yet what he actually said was, "Here on Gor I own that body, back on Earth it will be yours to use as you see fit."
Supergirl's emotions were still in turmoil from the dream, and she was finding it hard to deal with the powerful hormones of motherhood racing through her veins. Kara exploded in anger and disappointment:
"In that case, I chose not to go back to Earth. Nor will I stay with you in your silly quest any longer, Clark. I submitted to you in all sincerity, but you are basically only pretending that you are the master of this abject and loving slave. She did not insist on coming to Gor with you to help you find an excuse for casting her adrift without a master, but because a Master is owed every service his slave can think to render him.
I didn't turn out to be what you needed, but you have that now. You have an experienced guide, and two other women eager to remain your Mistress. I am going to find myself another real master like Marcus. There must be plenty of men like him on this planet."
With a burst of super strength and speed she pushed out of Clark's arms and shot for the door. He stared after her in stunned amazement at being rejected by a woman he knew was deeply in love with him. Then his photographic memory replayed her words and expressions. She had been sincerely hurt, more than a little jealous of the other women of his growing harem, and yet totally sincere in her feeling that something important was missing from their relationship. In that instant it finally hit him what was missing, and how to remedy it.
Once she was alone in the field outside the tent city, the young Kryptonian woman realized that there was no way to find a man on Gor who was her equal physically, and who also would want her as just a devoted slave girl. She could find such men on Earth, but they would probably be super villains who would delight in tormenting a former nemesis.
Batman might take her in, but he would probably make her wear Kryptonite rings in her nipples as Dr Rancor had done to neutralize her powers. That constant pain would be hard to bear after the past months of relief, but this growing pain on her soul was just too much to bear any longer. She launched herself into the sky and prepared to accelerate to escape velocity.
Had she been less distracted she would have seen him coming. Instead she was struck so hard in her lower back that she went crashing to the ground. Before she could rise past her hands and knees there was a crackling sound and the hint of ozone. Then Kara's world exploded in pain.
Her body was supposedly invulnerable. That is a myth. The molecular structure of the two Kryptonians' outer cells is simply so dense that it is all but impossible to penetrate by standard means, yet she and Superman both feel some pain, and are momentarily vulnerable to electric shocks. With Superman's strength behind it the metallic neural whip delivered its charge directly to her central nervous system. Every muscle in her body went into convulsions. She writhed and flopped, screaming in pain as she was struck again, this time so hard the metal whip broke into pieces on impact.
Then, as she lay face down on the ground weeping with the residual pain, her attacker climbed onto her back and forced his steel hard erection into her resisting anus. No words were spoken as he rammed his tool in and out until he began to spurt powerfully. To her tight channel it felt like a firehouse inside her. She fought desperately to get away but the man on top refused to let her up. She tried to call for help but he efficiently gagged with her own hair. She was in his power completely. Her pussy began juicing profusely.
Superman pulled Supergirl into his lap, and paused to admire the white globes of her bottom cheeks before bringing his hand down upon them at super speed. She howled in protest, but his other arm suppressed her struggles. He struck again and again, taking no pleasure in her cries of true pain but noting with increasing satisfaction the way her clit was becoming distended and her cleft moist with her womanly secretions.
A few minutes after her muffled cries of alarm and surprise had turned into stifled screeches of fear and pain, Clark did something he had never done before. He rolled her onto her back and took her prick-like clitoris into his mouth and sucked. His blond slave went into a paroxysm of pleasure/pain. He lessened his suction and plied his tongue along its length, swallowing cum, which spurted from it like a man's ejaculation.
She reared up but his hand on her chest forced her irresistibly back to the ground. Each hand claimed a breast and Clark began to feast on his prize the same way he had so enjoyed doing to Lois. Supergirl bucked and gurgled and would have urged him to continue but for the wad of hair in her mouth. He ignored those entreaties, and brought her to climax again and again until the orgasms had all but exhausted her supply of solar energy. Then he locked her hands and feet in slave shackles before climbing on top to rape his helpless captive.
The young slave was beyond pain and terror. She was beyond mere pleasure to a state of ecstasy her master had never taken her to before. Kara could tell by Clark's cries as he had come earlier that her Master had derived incredible pleasure from violating her asshole. Now she was determined that he would get a similar pleasure from his slave's pussy. She clenched down as hard as she could to keep him out, secure in the knowledge that this man could force his way into her freely juicing channel with ease.
But instead of the deep thrust he often used with her, this time Clark entered her by millimeters. When she tried to move to draw him deeper he brought her feet up to his neck and pinned them against her chest. His pulled the hair from her mouth and claimed her lips and tongue in the rough kiss of a master to a slave. His hands gripped the side of her head so firmly she worried that he would crush her skull.
She couldn't breath, she couldn't get free, and she couldn't bring herself to climax. All she could do wait helplessly for him to take his pleasure from her body. She waited in stark terror for her master to decide her fate. Just as her world was fading to black, it exploded in reds and yellows as the tip of his steel-hard cock nudged her g-spot. He breathed air into her lungs and the renewed oxygen caused an orgasm that seemed to blow her head off.
Clark's hips established a slow rhythm that drove his erection to the base of her womb and withdrew to halfway out before working deep within her yet again. Kara expected to come again and again as she usually did but this time there was very little clitoral stimulation. All the pleasure was coming from deep inside her, it was a very different sensation from the sexual feelings she was used to: less intense and immediate but more comforting. As Clark was stroking her, he was kissing her more thoroughly than he had ever done before.
"I will never let you go, my special little slut." He murmured "No other man will have you, for I mean to keep you in my chains to bear my children one day. You will never be free of your master, not on this world or any other."
Kara's mind and body began a deep shuddering vaginal orgasm with those words. She expected to come down from it but her legs were pulled wide so that his pubis began to stimulate her ultra-sensitive clitoris. His rhythm shifted, alternating deep and shallow thrusts so that she drifted on wave after wave of physical ecstasy. Her pleasure brought with it a tension that built and built to the point where she pleaded for a final release against the mouth that had never broken its kiss the whole time.
She was so excited at being used as a helpless slave girl once more that she didn't notice that he wasn't letting her draw breath. Instead she was overcome with a feeling of joy as Clark was growling "You are Mine; you are MINE; you ARE Mine!" over and over again as he pumped her wildly squirming body. The squirming became a wild bucking as she fought desperately to get the air he had denied her, but his grip was unmovable no matter how much strength she employed. At last, with a forceful command to "Come for me, my love, give your soul to your master" Clark pulled his mouth away. He latched his teeth into her neck at the base of her shoulder, and began working his hips furiously.
Kara came for her Master on command. She came the way she had been dreaming of doing since the night she first gave him her slave's submission. She finally felt wholly his and so yielded her very soul to him in true slave orgasm. Clark roared his own exultation at completely sexually dominating the last fertile female of his race.
"Have you been given permission to leave the establishment?" Rollo asked the slave carrying a tied bundle. A startled Pikachu looked up, "No, Master." She responded. She did not believe in lying to Rollo or Arbus or Sylvia. They generally treated her fairly and besides that, she had been conditioned to tell the truth without even considering whether a lie would serve her purposes better. He knelt down and undid the blanket to look at the bundle that she had been carrying. It was full of food and supplies. He commented, "It seems that you planned to be away for quite time. Do you know what the penalty for stealing is?" She answered, "Yes Master!" He asked "Do you know what is done to an escaped slave when she is caught and returned to her Master?" "She is hamstrung." Pikachu offered in a very small voice. He knelt down and kissed her Achilles tendon, at the back of her ankle. He could tell it was quite tight. He said, "I would hate to have this severed." She remarked, "So would I!" "I don't think you have any idea how painful it is. I have seen it done." "Yes, Master!" Pikachu murmured. The very idea left her feeling queasy." "And yet you plan to go through fool-hearty plan anyhow. Why? Is slavery here so onerous?" he asked, "No, Master! My time here has been some of the happiest times of my life!" she blurted out.
"So why?"
"You know the reason. Master: It is Martin."
"You would risk so much just because he is a mean fuck?"
"You know it is more than that! He and I are locked in a struggle that will only end when one of us is dead. In the meantime he has killed people that are dear to me. He knows that he can hurt me that way. He will do it again. He will kill you and Arbus eventually. It is only a matter of time."
Rollo answered, "He can try to kill me. But I think Arbus is safe from his wrath."
"No, he is not, Master. A confrontation is building between them. You can see it in their eyes."
"It is not your fault that those men died." Rollo offered, reasonably. "They knew what they were doing and they did it on their own free will."
Pikachu briefly forgot she was speaking to a free man, she simply tried to explain what the situation was like from her point of view:
"Am I to take some comfort from that? Some women might think it romantic that men are willing to die on their behalf, but I do not. I only remember their smiling, laughing faces and realize that I had some part of the fact that no one will ever see them again.
Martin calls me manipulative. Perhaps he is right. I did take some measure of joy in his discomfort and uneasiness at my popularity. In a way I found it empowering. That was my sin and other people had to suffer for it! Now I am willing to pay the price for such arrogance."
"We all enjoyed Martin's discomfort." Rollo told her in hopes that she would feel better. "I cannot stand it any more. I must do something." Pikachu insisted.
"He will just hunt you down."
"He dares not. He remains in Ar for some other reason. It burns in him. By the time he is finished with that, I will be long gone!"
"Do you really believe that?"
She answered, "I have to! What other choice do I have?"
"We could go together. That way I could protect you. You could be my slave alone."
"You would break your partnership for me?"
"Yes I would!"
She answered, "I cannot ask you to do that! I would like that, but I would be afraid for you. And what would happen if you died? Then I would be alone again, in danger of falling to a master like Martin or so many of the men I have known." Rollo answered, "Is that such a likely fate? On the whole, most Goreans are not cruel. They are strict, but they are not cruel."
"Rollo, on the whole the men of Earth are not cruel. But I have found more than my share of them in my short lifetime. Arbus says that I attract them. It is my personality!"
"That is no longer true. You have a confidence that would frighten such men away! Only a true man could be your Master!"
She answered, "I wish that were true. But it is not. All of Gor is geared into making me into a needful animal who that can only imagine an existence under a strong master. Look at Lois. Not so many months ago she was a strong, confident woman. Now she prowls the halls of this establishment looking much like those addicts that prowl the cities of my Earth. Now all she wants is to be owned by a master that will use her and satisfy her slave needs. In a not too distant future, that will be me, as well."
"Lois is being trained as a pleasure slave. You are trained as a first slave. There is a difference."
"Sylvia is not that much difference than Lois. She juices nicely at the thought of Arbus's touch. If denied it, she would soon look and act like Lois!"
Rollo had noticed that Pikachu wasn't talking with him as a slave to a master, but as one friend to another. It didn't bother him. In fact, it seemed right that they should talk this way. He started to remind her that as an earth girl, her only possible future on Gor was slavery or death, but then he paused and suggested, "I could give you another option. You could become my free companion. Then if something happened to me you would still be free. You would have my Home Stone!"
"Things would be no different. I would still be an earth girl alone on Gor. It would only be a matter of time before I would find myself in a collar, home stone or not. Besides that, being a free woman on Gor isn't any better than being a slave, just different. I don't want to be one of those stuck-up, frigid free women. On this planet, if a woman shows any sign that she understands her body then she is considered worthy only of the collar."
"What is it that you want?"
"I want to be Melissa Suzuki: a free person on a planet where free women are allowed to enjoy life and act as slaves do."
"You know that is impossible!"
"I know, but maybe for a short period of time I can be free. Being an Urt girl is not so bad an existence. If I survive long enough, and Martin is no longer here, perhaps I will take you up on that offer of being your slave or your free companion."
"I could chain you up."
"Yes, you could, and you could force-feed me too. Do you care for me so little to relegate me to such an existence?"
Rollo answered, "No." Pikachu then asked, "Rollo, why is it that you never used me?" Rollo asked, "What?" Her question seemed to him to have come out nowhere.
"Every other male in this establishment has used me. They have taught me how to use my body; how to give pleasure and receive it. Does my body interest you so little? You certainly are glad to make exuberant use of other slaves, especially if they have blond hair, big hips and full breasts."
Rollo answered, "It is not your body that is at fault, it is my size. I am so big and you are so small and delicate I was afraid I might crush you. At the very least, I was afraid I would dislocate your hips. Men of Torvaldsland are not known for our gentle use of women."
"You are gentle and considerate when you cradle me in your arms. I feel safe and comfortable then. I cannot believe that you would hurt me."
"I am just a crude dumb Torvaldslander, but I wanted to have Andre touch with women I always really wanted to be something special to you. I never wanted to use you.
"Rollo. I would love it if you made love to me."
"Made love?" asked Rollo dubiously.
"It's what I call the way Andre used me. I know you can do it. I will show you how."
"I don't know?" answered Rollo
"At the worst you will dislocate the bones in my hip sockets. Then I will not be going anywhere."
She slipped out of her tunic, her smile attempting to reassure him that she would be OK and would not break. She brushed her body against his as she worked his tunic over her head. She undid and lowered his leggings. She then began to kiss his thighs and belly.
After he was completely excited he gently he picked her up and cradled her against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, Pikachu felt reassured and safe. He bent his head down and kissed her on the head. He worked his way around to her nose. She began to kiss back. He lifted her, still cradling her against him. They started to tentatively kiss each other's lips. He moaned in delight and lowered her down to the floor, where he sat beside her.
Suddenly she stiffened, worried that he meant to penetrate her immediately with his now massive erection. Instead, his lips worked their way down her body. He kissed her nipples, her navel, and loins. He spent several minutes gently working her cunt. He only pulled back when he could hear her gentle squeals and taste her oily come.
He lay down rocking her against him. She started to kiss his shoulders and furry chest. Her fingers gently teased his balls and then his cock. Telling him to lay back and enjoy it, her mouth closed on the tip and suckled. His hips lurched upward briefly. Then he relaxed and let her work the magic Sylvia had been sharing with her protégé.
At last, she slid it down her throat. Again, she spent several minutes bobbling her head up and down, bringing him to climax. She prolonged it until she could feel her stomach fill with his seed. She smiled; "those classes had come in handy after all". Otherwise she would never have believed she could deep-throat such a thick long cock.
She picked up his huge hand and placed it against her buttocks as she stepped across his body. Swaying, she pulled herself up to her knees, on his thighs. Leaning back on his upturned knees she carefully raised herself over his still rampant cock. She started to thread herself on him as she lowered herself. As she felt him began to fill her she squealed happily and began to use her now-trained interior muscles to maximal effect. After some very pleasant time had passed she again felt herself fill with his seed. They held each other and kissed in mutual embrace until early morning. Gradually Rollo fell asleep as he listened to the gentle rhythm of her heart.
Carefully Mouse slid off Rollo. She slid back into her tunic. She gathered up her supplies. Before she bundled them up again, she unwrapped an object. It was black and smelled of oil. She checked the magazine and stared at the glowing bullets. She reloaded the magazine. She rewrapped Martin's Lugar. She wrapped a belt around her waist and slid the pistol into her belt. She headed for the canals of Ar.
The next morning Sylvia asked Rollo where Pikachu was. He answered, that he had sent her on an errand. When asked what the errand was, he answered, "Curiosity does not become a kajira."
That afternoon, Martin informed Arbus that he might be gone for some time; a small knickknack had been stolen and he meant to have it returned.
* * * *
Clark studied the lights of Ar. "I suppose that they do have a certain charm," he conceded. Morganna said, "Charm? This is the biggest, finest city I have ever seen, the biggest in all of Gor." "The lights of Metropolis are much grander!" Clark told her. Morganna responded, "Then you will have to show them to me, someday."
"With a bit of luck, that day will be quite soon."
Morganna advised, "Do not get ahead of yourself, Master Clark of Kent. Ar has millions of residents and no telephone directories. It might take days just to locate the right establishment. Clark conceded, "Undoubtedly true, but I have a feeling that tomorrow will be an eventful day." Morganna added, "I do too, Master, and that is not always a good thing."