Birds of a Feather: Chapter 18
By Theodoric of York and Wardall Clark
Warning: NO PORTION of this work may be REPRODUCED FOR SALE for any purpose. DC Comics retains full copyright to Superman, Wonder woman and the other characters mentioned here and John Norman retains full copyright to the planet and society of Gor. Birds of a Feather contains explicit sex and violence**, including scenes of rape and torture. This story is not for anyone under the age of consent** in their jurisdiction to read such sexually explicit material. Authors Notes: This is the conclusion of an ongoing series melding John Norman's World of Gor with DC Comics heroes and heroines. At the end of Chapter Seven is a thorough glossary of terms, places and recurring characters. If you find yourself completely baffled by Gorean customs, terms, or politics you should try reading the series in order: (1) A Cat and a Fiddle [by Theodoric of York], (1a) The Cat and the Shackles. (1b) Under the Shadow of the Bat (2) Diana and the Ubar (3) The Princess and the Mercenary [all by Wardall Clark.] In these earlier works Catwoman, Batgirl, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, and Wonder Girl fall prey to Kurri interplanetary slavers. Selina Kyle escaped to become a legendary Gorean outlaw until Batman came to Gor to re-enslave her. Barbara Gordon wound up as Scully, the abject slave of Mulkar, an agent of the Priest Kings. Kara Zor-El endured years of traumatizing captivity before Batman and Selina freed her. Princess Diana escaped from degrading slavery to a power-mad Ubar only to be recaptured and brought to the Sardar where her memories were altered in a failed effort to make her a docile slave. She escaped by killing her lover/jailor and was at large when Birds of a Feather began. Troia wound up in the hands of the Ubar from whom Diana escaped and was tortured for her sister's crimes. Lois Lane, photographer Morgan Croft, and a teenage runaway nicknamed Pikachu were sent to Gor to become slave girls. Morgan became Cricket, a champion racer pony slave. Pikachu demonstrated a talent as a storyteller but acquired a deadly enemy in Martin, an ex-Nazi and a long time mentor of her owner, Arbus the master slaver. Lois learned that Martin has lured Superman to Gor in order to make it easier for him to take revenge on Wonder Woman for a defeat during WWII Determined to save Troia form the Ubar of Cos, Diana finds herself sold to Clark of Kent, who came to Gor planning to pose as scribe with his slave Kara while he looks for Lois and Wonder Woman. Shortly after that, Clark acquires a slave who her former-master says was once Morgan le Fay. At the witch Slave's suggestion, Diana is renamed Aganipe. Meanwhile, the Priest Kings send out a team to kill Diana and Clark. During the attack Wonder Woman regained her lost memories of Earth.
After a long search and a high stakes wager with her ambitious owner, Clark acquires Cricket and Lady Viveena(Bina) and gets his first solid clue as to Lois' whereabouts. As they proceed toward Ar, Clark becomes more Gorean in his treatment of his kajira and one by one they become his full and abject slave girls. Meanwhile Lois breaks completely and fully submits to Arbus. Pikachu tries unsuccessfully to run away. She is hamstrung as a penalty, then freed by Arbus. Martin tries to re-enslave her, In the ensuing fight, Martin kills Arbus, but is killed by Pikachu's friend Rollo. After making a bet with Troia's owner, Superman arrives at the slaver's house too late to stop the fighting, but in time to save Rollo and First Girl Sylvia from being arrested as heretics. The following day, in the great race, the team of Cricket and Wonder Woman is just about to win when a sniper wounds Clark and Aganipe.
Clark awakens in Mulkar's space ship and learns that Ubar Lurius had declared Clark's team the winner rather than his own, so Clark now owns two more slave girls. He also learns that Morgan le Fay and Mulkar are co-conspirators. When they reach Earth, she and Mulkar drive away with a Federal Agent. Pikachu discovers that she was never even reported missing to the local authorities. She resumes her life as 'Mouse' Suzuki.
Chapter Eighteen: William was a Bastard.
Talena proved to be a squealer. Clark had read about Talena of Ar, but nothing in the novels had said anything about her being a squealer during sex. Yet here she was, her thighs wrapped around him and every time he pumped into her she made a loud, delighted "EEP!" Outside of that, she was proving to be a marvelous fuck. She wore her original name again, but only as a slave name. Clark discovered it tickled his fancy to own Talena, the woman who inspired more than one great adventure and had once sat on her father's purple throne.
There seemed to be nothing left of her human personality. He had read that she had become a cruel and bitter woman. Not this slut. She was like a loyal pet that he could fuck. The same seemed true for Valkyrie. He planned for Harley to do some testing in the future to see if there was any neurological damage.
Clark had first suggested that they might be sent to Paradise Island where more advanced technologies might prove to be of help, but Aganipe demurred, pointing out that if the Amazons of Paradise Island realized what Clark had done with Aganipe they would never forgive Superman. It would be better that the fate of princesses Diana and Troia remain a mystery to them.
It did not take much convincing, not once Clark recognized that Valkyrie was one well-built piece of slave flesh. The former Teen Titan proved also to be an exceptionally hot piece of slave meat, one fully worthy of her clone-mother's heritage as the descendent of a passion slave. After fully using the twenty-three year-old Amazon Princess' extraordinary body, all thoughts of shipping her off to Paradise Island left Superman's mind.
Everyone noticed that Talena and Valkyrie seemed attached to each other. Both would squeal and whinny wildly if one was taken from the other. When left alone, the liked to nuzzle and cuddle with each other. When Clark was having one, the other would buck and squirm in sympathy with her partner. Aganipe pointed out that Talena was also a close descendent of the Founders, and so the girls probably had developed a psychic link in their period of joint trauma.
When the opportunity arose, Batman came to know one of his former JLA colleagues in a new way. Aganipe stood, leaning forward, hugging Buffy as their Masters used the other's slave. The former-Catwoman felt her nipples brush against those of Aganipe as Superman would thrust his steel-hard erection into her. The former-Wonder Woman felt likewise, as Bruce poled deeply into her receptive pussy. Batman marveled at the skill of the Amazon's cunt, which could both bring him off and keep him hard for more.
Clark was surprised to learn that Buffy was not First Girl in Wayne Manor. But Bruce had explained that it was not something which he had planned. It just turned out that way, in that Selina Kyle had too many other personal duties to worry about the other slaves. Clark could now understand why. Buffy was proving to be a great fuck.
Friends once more, they discussed many other things. It was exceedingly pleasant to hold a conversation while fucking each other's most delectable slaves. They discussed how Clark, Kara, and Aganipe had changed, and how now Superman could see those two super-human beauties only as his slaves. Clark even remarked, with no little irony, that he now possessed two more slaves than did Bruce. Batman assured him that this was not a competition; he was very content with what he had. Bruce noted to himself that Clark kept his slaves under stricter discipline than his were. But then Superman had always been the symbol of Law and Order, so that might have been expected. In any event, Clark's girls seemed to thrive under his discipline, even Bina.
They discussed Clark's lack of a first slave. That might prove to be some problem in the future, for who would run Clark's household when Clark was out saving the world? At that point, Cricket suddenly started jumping up and down, waving her hand.
Harley asked, "Do you need to go to the bathroom? If you do you had better at least find some papers. Ivy gets very angry if you don't!" Cricket shook her head. Clark asked "Do you know an adequate candidate to be my first slave? Cricket nodded her head enthusiastically. She pointed at a globe. Ivy stared down at the part of the globe she was pointing at. Ivy asked, "She lives in Great Britain. She's British?" Cricket nodded. Clark asked, "You are not talking about Morganna are you?" Cricket shook her head. She gestured. "_Sounds like,' Then she pointed at her eye. Kara said, "Sounds like 'you', 'eye'… sounds like 'eye'!" "We have _got to teach you American Sign Language for the Deaf." Clark remarked. Kara continued, "Sounds like 'eye'… 'My'?" Cricket nodded her head enthusiastically. By this time almost everybody had taken an interest in the game. Only Aganipe and Buffy seemed oblivious to it. They were concentrating on the cocks in their vaginas. Giving their masters pleasure was their only concern right now. To their credit, Bruce and Clark were only peripherally involved in the game. Cricket began to point at Kara and then Clark. Kara asked, "Slave Girl, Master?" Harley exclaimed, "She's from Krypton!" Ivy said, "No, she's your cousin." In excited agreement Cricket jumped to her hands and feet and cupped a hand to her ear. "Long word, five syllables. Sounds like," Kara interpreted. Cricket began to make barking sounds. She pointed to her mouth. Harley shouted "You are a puppy girl. So am I" and then she fell to her hands and knees and started to bark, too Ivy said, "Down girl!" Harley sat on her knees and started to beg like a dog. Ivy said, "Good girl!" and threw her a chew candy. Harley started to chew it contentedly. Clark mentioned, "Your First Slave has some interesting discipline techniques!" "Whatever works," Bruce responded with a wry chuckle. Meanwhile, Kara said, "Sounds like 'bark'?"
By this point Harley had lost interest in the game. She high-crawled to a computer terminal, and started to type feverishly upon it.
Cricket pointed to her master. Kara asked, "Our master? Superman. Let's see, sounds like 'bark'. You mean 'Clark'. Bark, Clark… Ark." At that, Cricket nodded and so made the signs for 'Next syllable' Ivy said, "Five syllables starts with ark. Is she an archeologist?"
Cricket nodded her head enthusiastically.
Suddenly, Harley exclaimed, "WOW!" as she stared at the screen.
"What is it this time?"
"I just looked up the name Morgan le Fay on the internet. It says here that not only was she a healer, she might have once been a Celtic goddess who went by the name of Morrigan or Morrigu! It says she was a goddess of death!"
"Death?" asked Clark worried. "But it says here that death was not an evil thing. It was symbol of change." Harley reported. "What do you think?" asked Bruce. Clark answered, "I think the Goddess Morrigu has returned to Earth."
No one else paid any attention as Buffy and Aganipe began to buck and gasp in mutual orgasm.
* * * *
Mulkar asked, "What is it that you want to speak to me about?"
Agent Bach looked up from his steak and eggs. "I have been reading Superman's report about what happened to him on Gor. It would seem quite thorough, Mulder. But there are a few questions that you might be able to help me with?"
"Such as?"
"For instance, the last assassination attempt on Superman's life. Understandably, his information on that is sketchy, to say the least."
"I will help any way I can. I understand we found a couple of empty cartridges about one hundred and twenty yards away from the Stadium of Tarns."
"We? Were you involved in the investigation?"
"I helped. I was about the only one who knew what they were looking for."
"I am sure you were."
"What are you getting at, Agent Bach?"
"You say you were once a Navy SEAL. Is that right?"
"Yes."
The United States Marine Corps is an auxiliary of the Navy."
"Try telling that to a Marine! He would tell you that it is the other way around."
"The Navy and Marines use each other's training facilities. I pulled your record. You were a graduate of the Marine Scout Sniper School. You passed with flying colors."
"It is true that I graduated from Sniper School, but can you possibly think I was the shooter that tried to kill Superman and Wonder Woman?"
"Mulder, every time I see you, you are wearing black. Why is that?"
"I Like black."
"What caste are you on Gor?"
"Does it matter?" Mulkar countered; then he accused Agent Bach of being very convinced of his guilt.
"Then convince me that I'm wrong."
"Okay. For one thing, if I was the shooter, I would not have left evidence of my presence and would have picked a spot three to five hundred meters away. The man who did this is very amateurish and sloppy."
"Or maybe it was made to appear to be amateurish and sloppy."
"For another thing, if I had been the one pulling the trigger and wanted to kill them they would be dead now."
"But what if you didn't want to kill them? What if you just wanted to wound them?"
"Why would I possibly want to do that?"
Agent Bach laid out his theory:
"It seems to me that had it not been for that sniper, things might have turned out much worse. After the race there would have been a confrontation between Lurius of Jad and Superman. This way, it all worked out for the best for everyone involved.
I asked Barbara where you were during the race. She could not tell me. She was kenneled at the time. But I can see it in her eyes. She believes you did it. The only thing I cannot figure out is why you made that sick pervert Ubar into a hero."
Morganna walked up and supplied, "Lurius, the Ubar of the United Cities of Cos, is many things. He is a sadist and a megalomaniac, but he is also a visionary." Agent Bach looked up and said, "Oh, Miss Croft. I did not see you there. I could say the same thing of Adolph Hitler." "His visions were not grand." Mulkar answered, "They were willfully mean-spirited, small-minded, and stupidly misguided." Morganna reminded them.
""Many key men in Human History had less than perfect personal records: Alexander the Great might well have been a sociopath. Julius Caesar was an ethnic cleanser. For several generations, he was thought of as the villain who destroyed the Roman Republic; only in later centuries was he viewed as a hero.
William the Conqueror was a bastard in more ways than one. Throughout his lifetime England suffered mightily under his reign. But because of William, the course of English History changed. Before that, it was a series of weak, petty kingdoms that feuded with each other and was easily conquered. By the time of his death England had the strongest, most centralized government in feudal Europe. Out of that tyranny came the roots of modern parliamentary democracy and the beginnings of England as a great power. Under his son Henry I, England became a force in world politics and culture.
A single man, in the right place, can sometimes work wonders, even if he happens to be a complete SOB. Lurius of Jad was and is such a man. I saw it when he was just a lowly palace guard with a dream about uniting the traditionally feuding cities of Cos and Gor by commerce and treaty as well as by warfare. Sometimes, he just has to be reminded about what makes him great."
Agent Bach asked them, "Just what is your game?" Mul-Kar answered, "Some of us are worried that the future of humanity rests on a single infestation of insect-like beings in the Sardar Mountains of Gor. If it was not for the recovery of a single egg, the Priest kings would be a dying race as we speak." "I know. I read that book. But had the egg perished, couldn't they have just cloned a replacement?" asked the Federal Agent. "Alright, maybe they were not that close to extinction," Mulkar conceded. "The point is that our future rests on that one colony of beings. If something was to happen to that, the human race would eventually be reduced to the status of food animals." "And if anybody can shake thing up in Gor it is Emperor Lurius, who is currently overlord more than half a dozen cities," Morgan put in. Agent Bach was dubious, "It is widely believed that the Ubar of Cos is in league with the Kurri."
"Indeed, he probably is, but if so, it is an alliance of convenience for him. I assure you that what Lucius really wants to see is humanity on Gor progressing free of the yoke of the Priest Kings."
Agent Bach answered, "…and underneath his own yoke, no doubt." "For a while." she replied. Agent Bach asked, "So why aren't you out there helping your old lover?" Morgan answered, "Because we don't know if he can pull it off. To use an Earth colloquialism, we don't want to have all our eggs in one basket. If humanity ever takes to the stars, it will most probably be Earth that will do it. You are almost there. Technology of the Priest Kings and the Kurri has stagnated. The technology of humanity has not. I estimate in a couple of hundred years the technology of Earth could surpass that of the Kurri and perhaps that of the Priest kings. You will have the mental resources of an entire planet to draw from, not just a mountain warren, or a few huge floating cities."
"You still have not told me why you are here?"
She answered, "The dance, the Dance MACABRE, of course." "What in the hell is that supposed to mean?" Agent Bach demanded. He had seen the phrase in Superman's account and looked it up. It was the title of a late medieval poem and also of a famous morality play.
"'MACABRE' stands for MARS, ALPHA CENTAURI, AND BEYOND RESEARCH EXPEDITION. A group of us does not want to wait a couple of hundred years for Earth to catch up. For the last few centuries, I have been gathering information and data. There is little knowledge that either the Priest Kings or the Kurri possess that I do not. I plan to release it slowly to the scientists and governments of Earth. With luck, Earth should be ready to take to the stars. If something happens to the Priest Kings in the meantime, I will have to disseminate the information more quickly."
Mulkar said, "Then we can take the war to the Kurri." "Yes!" Morgan le Fay exalted. "And then my Artorius can reclaim his mantle of Artorius Dux Bellorum, or Arthur, Lord of Battles." Mulkar said, "Then the Beasts of the Steel Worlds will either become our allies or become our slaves." "Mulder," Agent Bach asked, "did you ever bother to inform your superiors about the labeling error with Superman's slaves?"
"It must have slipped my mind."
"So the Priest Kings have no idea that Morgan le Fay is back on Earth."
"One would expect not."
"Morgan Croft was not the original photographer assigned to the story" Bach observed. Then he speculated. "The only reason she was there was because of her name; she was there so that you could make the switch. Those weren't Kurri slavers at all! They were rogue agents of the Priest Kings." Morgan answered, "It really was Kurri slavers. Mul-Kar just made sure Mr. Olson would not be there that evening and that Lois and Morgan would be. We really did not expect that Superman would bring back the original Morgan Croft. But it changes nothing."
"This was all a plot just to get you off-planet?"
"No, it was just a set of fortuitous circumstances, the kind for which I have been waiting for decades and decades to arise. When Selina Kyle made herself such a nuisance that the Priest Kings agreed to let Batman come to Gor to capture and remove Catwoman, it gave our little group the idea that maybe there was a way to get Superman to Gor after all. If he came to fetch one or more barbarian kajiri, we could slip me in with them. The actual details, believe it or not, came from some disgruntled ex-Nazis with a grudge against Wonder Woman. We simply co-opted their plot. "I do not think you truly realize what stakes are involved here." Mulkar interjected. "Do you remember two of Superman's party, Wonder Girl and the olive-skinned girl?"
"Yes I do, why?"
"Did they seem odd to you in any way?"
As a matter of fact, they did. They seemed more like trained pets than humans."
"That is because they are animals. They were test subjects for a Kurri livestock serum. It turns human beings into docile animals, unable to think on their own, and passively willing to be fed and watered until it is time to be slaughtered for Kurri food. If we fail, that is Humanity's future. That is why we are willing to work with people like Lurius of Jad."
"Just remember what The Good Book says, 'You reap what you sow'," Agent Bach remarked. "I know! That is why we keep people like Superman and you around." Morgan answered. * * * *
Mouse set at a diner, nursing an apple cider. She had not been able to get over her melancholia. She missed all her friends on Gor. Her last day on Gor had been hectic. Rollo and Sylvia had gone into hiding, in case the Initiates came around looking for them. A strange tall man had come to inform Mouse that she had a chance to leave Gor and if she did not take it would not get another one. She had not been given a chance to talk to Rollo, or even say goodbye. She missed saying goodbye to Sylvia too. They were the closest thing to friends that she had.
She had been on Earth a few days now and made her way back to Metropolis. It was now looking distressingly familiar. Mouse was lonely. So lonely she thought she could hear Rollo's voice shouting, "Could you help me? I have come from a faraway land and I'm new to your world. I am in need of a guide." Then Mouse heard the waitress say, "Does this look like a tourist bureau? My oh my, do they grow them BIGwhere you come from!" Mouse snapped her head around looked behind her
There, standing in the entrance way of the diner, were Rollo and Sylvia. There were similarly dressed. Both wore Hawaiian print shirts and white shorts. Both wore straw wicker hats and sneakers. They had on sunglasses and carried wicker tote bags over their shoulders. They even had cameras hanging from neck straps. The only difference was that Silvia's shirt was tied in a way to reveal her cleavage and taut midriff, and her shorts hung low on her hips, hugging them like a second skin. Other than that, they looked the very stereotype of tourists.
"Rollo, Sylvia? What are you doing here?" Mouse managed to gasp. The waitress asked her, "Do you know these two?" "Ah yes." Mouse answered the waitress and then invited the tourists: "Please! Come, sit down. Join me!" She watched in delighted amazement, as the pair swooshed into the other side of her booth. The waitress asked slipped a couple of menus in front of the pair of newcomers. "Can I get you something to drink?" she inquired. Rollo exclaimed, "I'll have what she is having." Sylvia asked, "Might I have a small glass of wine and a glass of water." The waitress left. Mouse had to ask, "How did you get here? I mean to Earth." Sylvia answered, "Rollo knew some of the people that Arbus and Martin knew. We put the right amount of gold in the right hands, and here we are!"
"Why? How did you find me?"
Rollo said, "That Bach fellow was most helpful in that respect. He was helpful in all sorts of ways. We have been given asylum in the United States, whatever that is." Sylvia said, "We are victims of religious persecution. We've got green cards!" As if on cue, the pair of them reached in their tote bags and brought out a pair of wallets and proceeded to show their green cards. They handled them if the cards were magical talismans. Mouse read the cards and asked, "Your name is Rollo Ash? You've got to be kidding?"
"Nope, that is my name now!"
Then Mouse noted Silvia's new name, "Emily Hardcastle?" She answered, "That was the name I was christened with, one hundred and seventy two years ago. They are still looking into to it, but it looks like I might have legitimate British citizenship! I will be able to vote in the next election. Who should I vote for?"
"Why ask me? Sylvia or is it Emily?"
"Whichever you wish, mistress. I am your slave girl."
Mouse answered, "No, you are not. You are on Earth now. You are free."
"That is what they tell me. But it not true; at least not in my heart, which is what counts most. Find pity in your heart. Mistress, and allow me to serve you and Rollo as your first slave."
"You would be my only slave. I have no intention of acquiring any others." Then she heard the waitress coming back and indicated that they should change the subject. Then suddenly Mouse noticed something she had missed up to now, "Sylvia, you have a Pikachu tattoo on your breast!" Rollo said, "She is not the only one." He rolled up his sleeve to reveal another Pikachu tattoo on his upper arm. The waitress came and brought the pair their drinks. Sylvia took one drink of hers and poured her wine in the water glass. The waitress asked, "Can I bring you something to eat?" Mouse said, "I think that Rollo would like some chicken fried steak and I believe Sylvia would like a nice Caesar salad. It will all be on my check." The waitress walked off. Rollo said, "I like this spiced wine, but I do not believe there is any alcohol in it at all." Mouse answered, "Of course not. It is apple cider. It doesn't have any alcohol." "Why did you order this?"
"Rollo, I am under age. I am eighteen. I cannot buy alcohol until I am twenty-one."
"How absurd! You served in a Paga tavern."
"That was Ar, Rollo. This is Metropolis; things are different here!"
"Are you telling me?! Rollo practically shouted. "I used to ask slave girls about Earth, when we were alone. I was always curious about different places. That was why I came to Ar in the first place. But this is beyond my wildest wishes." Mouse gently asked, "So, you like Earth?" "It has its attractions." said Rollo, eyeing the waitress. "She wears a ring. Does that mean that she has a free companion?"
"If you mean 'is she married?', then yes."
"Yet she wears her robes that short and walks like that? With free women like that, no wonder you Earth people do not need slaves!"
Mouse cautioned, "You cannot have a waitress for a cup of paga." Rollo answered, "Who needs waitresses like her when I have you and Sylvia?" "I don't belong to you anymore. Is that why you came? Is it your intention to take me back to Gor as your slave?" Mouse asked, more than a little distressed.
"No, I came to make you my free companion. You made me a promise, remember?"
"I am sorry Rollo, I am not returning to Gor as your companion, no matter how much I would like to."
"Who said anything about returning you to Gor? Arbus was right about you; you don't belong on Gor."
"I don't know if Earth is ready for you, either of you."
"I do not care where we are, as long as we are together. It is like that story you told about that Ryoga fellow, how he and Acane ending up together kneeling at a table. I would be satisfied with you, me, and a table." Mouse said, "Rollo, that table was Ranma." Sylvia exclaimed, "I could be the table!" "It does not matter. I just want to be with you," Rollo insisted.
"Rollo, are you asking me to marry you?"
Rollo gulped and answered, "I guess."
"I could say no. It would be my prerogative."
"I know. Suddenly I know how that Tenchi felt."
"What if I made you get rid of Sylvia? Would you still ask me then?"
"Would you?"
"And after that we might very well break up. About half of marriages do, Rollo. Then you would truly be alone. Are you willing to risk that for me?"
"But Sylvia needs a master."
Sylvia added, "I really do. Oh Mistress, there is nothing more that I would like than to raise your children." "You are on Earth, again, Sylvia. You could raise your own children; nobody can forbid that any more!" Mouse pointed out. Just then, the waitress brought the meals, so the discussion ended.
Rollo grabbed the steak in his hands and started to eat it. Sylvia lowered her face into the bowl of salad and started to gracefully eat. The waitress stared.
Mouse sighed and said, "They are new to this land. I am sorry." "Honey, whatever turns your crank." the waitress answered, "It is your food." Mouse said, "Rollo, put the steak down. Sylvia get your head out of the bowl" She waited until Rollo placed the steak on the plate again. He watched nervously as Mouse cut his steak into small pieces. Then she stuck her fork into a piece and plopped it into Rollo's mouth. She turned her attention to Sylvia. "Now you do the same." Then Mouse saw that she needed to add. "No, you do not have to cut up the lettuce; just stick your fork in it." Sylvia exclaimed, "I remember, now. I ate like this when I was a child."
Later, Rollo carried Mouse in his arms. There had been no more discussion about marriage. Mouse felt safe and secure for the first time since she landed on Earth, the first time on Earth since her Daddy had died.
Sylvia carried Mouse's plastic shopping bag. Metallic objects clattered against each other as she walked. She asked, "Mistress, what is this?" Mouse answered, "Paint!"
Clark carried Aganipe tenderly as he walked toward the carriage. Valkyrie, Talena, and Cricket were already harnessed to it. Bina knelt down on her hands and knees so that Clark could use her as a footstool while stepping up into the carriage. When Clark had gotten in, she scurried up into the driver seat. She wore brief livery that parodied that of a carriage driver.
Aganipe leaned back on her master's chest and straddled his groin with her thighs. She slid down on his cock. In turn, he circled his arms around her and pressed his hand over her breasts. She started a relaxed fuck, slowly riding his pole. They rode for a long while, yet Aganipe kept her slow pumping. Prior experience had discovered that she could keep this up for hours. It was a pleasant departure from their more passionate love making. As she did so, she began to study the swaying rumps of the team pulling them. She asked, "Is that what I look like while in harness. I am beginning to understand why you kept me in one for so long."
"As soon as your leg heals up completely, you will be so again. A Master does with his slaves as he pleases.
"I know. It makes me juice to think that I am under such discipline. I feared that you did not have it in you!"
She examined the ponies as they trotted. She asked, "How did your talk with Harley and Morganna go?
"She says that your sister might recover from the serum; she is an Amazon and their healing ability might one day be able to compensate for the damage done to her mind. I am afraid we cannot say the same for Talena. I fear she could well spend the rest of her life as the docile, obedient animal you see before you."
Diana shivered. "That is what the Kurri plan for humanity; we would become livestock to be butchered at their desire. I bet if you told Talena or my sister to go to the chopping block, she would go without a moment's hesitation.
"I understand that the Torvaldslanders say that a Kur makes good eating, too"
She quivered spasmodically, crying out "Master!" Later on, when she had recovered from the orgasm, she asked, "Master, have you given any thought to Harley's suggestion? Earlier that day Harley had said, "You know what I would do if I owned Wonder Woman and Supergirl? I would turn them into whores. I bet there are billionaires that might spend a hundred million dollars for a single night with them."
"I might turn you out on occasion as a coin girl. I must admit the thought of you having to sell your body at my command does turn me on."
"That is not what I asked. Do you plan to prostitute Wonder Woman and Supergirl? You could make a lot of money. You, after all, have a number of more mouths to feed."
"For a man who can press coal into diamonds, money has never been much of a concern. Besides slave gruel is surprisingly inexpensive."
"You could give the money to charity."
"Do wish me to do so?"
"I am now a kajira. If you ordered me to don the garb of a street walker, what choice would I have? I am fully your slave, Master."
"Do not be absurd. You have had masters not to your liking before. You are only my slave as long as you wish it. I doubt chains would hold you for long if you wished to go."
"Is that why you do not order it? Are you truly afraid of losing me?"
"No! You are my slave. You will do what I say. When I send you out to sell your body on the street, you will do so. I will allow no disobedience in such matters. If you find this objectionable then be gone with you. Find another master to your liking."
"There is no other master I desire more than you!" She stated firmly. Yet she still wanted to know, "But why won't you prostitute Wonder Woman or Supergirl, Master?"
"Because I do not own Wonder Woman or Supergirl. I own two slaves named Aganipe and Kara. Wonder Woman and Supergirl are owned by the whole world. They stand for something that is incredibly rare in this world. I am not sure exactly what it is, but I know it would not be right for Wonder Woman or Supergirl be reduced to whores."
"There are many who would!"
"There are many who would be disappointed. Wonder Woman will not be making another appearance as long as you are my kajira. Do you object?"
"No! I am content to be only your slave as long as you are content to be my Master, my Superman. Wonder Woman was consumed somewhere on Gor and exists no more."
"Superman might have died on Gor, too. I do not know if he or Clark Kent will ever make an appearance again."
"Master! Please do not say that!"
"Why? If nothing else, my sojourn on Gor had shown me my relative unimportance in the greater scheme of things. Most of the time I was just a third wheel on Gor. It was you girls who did everything; I was just along for the ride. And Earth got along just fine while I was gone. Even Lex Luthor seems to have lowered his profile. No, I am not the Superman I once thought I was."
"What will you do, Master?"
"I don't know. Maybe I could become a farmer. I was born and raised on a farm."
"May a girl speak frankly, Master?"
"Go ahead."
The woman who had been born Diana of Themyscira and who had spent nearly two years on Gor as a slave or outlaw laid it on the line for the Master she loved dearly:
"That is the silliest thing I have ever heard. You are Superman. You could be no less if you tried. I saw it all the time we were on Gor together. It was the reason that you insisted on a race between Cricket and I even though you effectively had already won the wager. You were afraid that here might be riots and innocents could be hurt or killed. It is why you stood up and revealed your powers to save two people that you did not even know. You could not stop being Superman if you tried. If that was not so, Wonder Woman and Supergirl would plying their wares on the street right now.
It is why I love you. It is why I doubt that I could be a slave to any lesser man. I know. I spent a great deal of time hunting for the proper master. I tried strong owners. I tried kind owners. They were all wanting. Lois told you that she did not know if she could be a slave to a Master who would risk everything for a kettle girl. I do not know if I could be a slave to anybody who wouldn't.
You were not born on a farm, Clark Kent. You were born on a distant planet. You were raised on a farm but you left it to become a reporter. If you were meant to be a farmer you would be so now. Instead you are a crusading reporter for the Daily Planet. When you are not saving people you are exposing corruption, crime and waste. You cannot escape what you are any more than I can escape what I am. I fed the corpse of a man I believed I loved to sleen. You allowed the woman you loved and married to be sold to an unknown master. We are Birds of a Feather, Clark of the Kents, and you had better learn to live with it."
Rollo stared at the two murals. He asked Mouse, "Are you done?" There were a number of spray paint cans and an open can of paint lying around. Mouse answered, "Yes, I think so!"
"Do you feel better?"
"I think I do."
The three of them looked over the two murals on the sides of buildings. The first was a series of shades of grays and blacks. Rollo studied the figure emblazoned on the wall. "It's Martin, isn't it?" Mouse assured him that he was right. The image of Martin showed him in his full SS regalia. But he seemed to be a haunted man, one beset by demons unseen by others. There was gothic writing beside him. Rollo asked, "What does it say?" "It is an old nursery rhyme my daddy taught me." Mouse answered. "It says;
Yesterday upon a stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today;
I hope tomorrow he will come and play."
Rollo tried to reassure her, "His death was not your fault." "I keep telling myself that. But I don't know. I keep wondering if I handled things differently if things might have turned out differently. Now he haunts me. I fear he might have won." Mouse had become despondent again, as she always did when she thought of the many deaths and injuries from fights on her behalf. "No, my Pikachu, you defeated him," Rollo proclaimed. "The only way he could have won was if he had been able to remake you into something I would not have cared whether I bought or sold. There was nothing you could have done. He was what he was, and by the time you met him there was nothing you could have done to change that." Then he changed the subject, "I think I like your other mural. It appears much brighter and happier. What does it say?"
The mural was a brightly colored affair. It had flocks of birds and pigs in herds. But in the forefront was a portrait of Pikachu making an exuberant, happy leap. She read:
"Birds of a feather flock together,
And so do pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine."
Rollo hugged her closely as he carried her away. He asked, "Mouse, in making that choice, do you think there will be any room in it for me? I would understand if it did not. With your skills and abilities you could probably snag one of those billionaire fellows like…What's their names… Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayne." Mouse answered, "Rollo I turned down being the first slave for Superman. If I was not going to be first slave for Superman, what interest would I have in a mere billionaire? I think I would like very much for you to be a part of my life." Sylvia exclaimed, "That Superman chap is looking for a first slave?" Rollo asked, "Mouse, would you tell me a story?"
"Sure, what story would you like me to tell you?"
"I think I would like to hear one about Tenchi and Ryoko."
"The one in which he enslaves her?"
"No, this time I think I want to hear the one where he becomes her Free Companion."
Sylvia exclaimed, "Screw that! Tell me more about this Superman who need a first slave." Mouse chuckled as they walked into the night mist. She couldn't help saying, "You know, Sylvia, this could be the start a beautiful relationship." Sylvia answered, "What in the hell is that supposed to mean? Let's keep on the subject. Tell me how I can find this Superman chap."
The Billionaire's newly arrived slave girl yielded to orgasm after orgasm until her Master shot his seed into her rectal cavity. Next, as her Master watched with satisfaction, she slid her talented mouth over his member to clean it and make it ready for another penetration. She knew that tonight she would be well-used. He was proving to be a demanding master who would truly test her limits. The earth girl was recognizing that Lex Luthor was a master who knew a slave's place; one a natural slave like her could truly love.
At last, he allowed her to cuddle against him and kiss his bald head. Her head down she asked, "Your slave begs a boon. Might I be allowed to swear my submission to you?" He answered, "It is unnecessary. You are my slave. That is what you will always be. I know it. You know it." She answered, "Yes, Master." But then he said, "On the other hand, it might be entertaining. You may go ahead and do so." The slave girl sensuously slid off her master's lap to kneel in front of him, head bowed and knees wide. "I, once Lois Lane Kent of the planet Earth, submit myself wholly and completely to Lex Luthor, also of the planet Earth, to be his slave, an article of property to do with as he pleases!"
Lex looked down on his new slave with a mixture of pleased admiration and contempt. Bathed in the light of the LexCorp emblem shining through the window, never had Lois Lane looked this alluring.
He leaned over and again fingered her nose ring. It was a trivial piece of jewelry. It would have been of no importance at all had he not seen it Mrs. Kent's finger when he was a youth. Later, he saw it gracing Lois's ring finger, symbolizing her union with Clark. Now it graced her nose and never looked better.
The slave girl asked, "Might this unworthy slave ask if she has a name?" He answered, "Yes, you do. Your name is now Lois. I have had a passion to own you ever since I first saw the famous Lois Lane! But always remember, it is simply your slave name. You are a pleasure slave, nothing but a chattel and fuck toy. If you ever prove unsatisfactory to me, I do not think you would like the consequences." She shivered and said, "I will try to live up to it, Master!"
Then he pressed her onto her back and savagely opened her thighs. He thrust into her over and over again until she cried out in pain and ecstasy. It went on and on until she offered up her soul in slave orgasm to the man who had been her husband's enemy for so long. That no longer mattered for Lois was a kajira, and kajiri have no pasts, only the present reality of their bondage to their owner. And thus Lois wailed and screeched in ecstatic submission to her Master's will.
Later, physically and emotionally sated at last, she continued to kiss Lex Luthor's body as she cuddled in his lap while he read the daily newspaper. He said, "I am glad to see that Clark Kent has returned to writing for the Daily Planet. I missed his biting style." Then he noticed that his slave, Lois had grown nervous and pensive. "What is it? Clark Kent is no longer your husband. He is of no concern to you." She answered, "Yes Master!" Then he said, "There is something more. Tell me, Slave, before I am forced to beat it out of you!" She had been commanded by her master and she could not help but obey. She said in a small voice, "Clark Kent is Superman." Lex answered, "Oh that, I already knew it." Lois asked, "Master?"
"Of course I knew! Jesus Christ! We grew up together in Smallville. Do I look like a complete idiot?"
"Then why… don't you do something about him?"
"If I did and I failed, he would simply don some new persona. That man has more lives than a cat. I figure 'Better the devil that you know than the devil that you don't. Besides, if he did not exist then I would have to create him. He and that goody two-shoes attitude of his keeps down the competition. I worry more about the other monsters like me than I do about Superman. After all, evil knows evil. And yet I must admit that I will enjoy having his former wife at my beck and call as a slave girl.
Lois asked, "Master, am I your only slave girl? Do you have others?" "You could say that," Lex drawled, a smirk on his lips. With that, he picked up a small bell and rang it. Lois watched the door open with both worry and anticipation. Her eyes grew in amazement as she saw who came through and knelt in front of her Master. She marveled at the newcomer's strikingly beautiful face and awe-inspiring hourglass figure. Lois also noted the animal's sensuous grace with which this tall very broad-shouldered brunette moved her body in front of her Master. The newcomer with a glowing yellow collar proudly displayed her charms in front of the new slave. "Master, Libby awaits your orders. How may I serve you?" the Amazon asked after she knelt in obeisance. Shocked to the core, Lois gasped "It can't be! Isn't that… isn't this Wonder Woman? Yet she was with Clark." Lex absorbed this information and dryly remarked, "Another mystery solved. I was wondering what happened to her. No, Libby is not Wonder Woman. She is Wonder Woman's mother. You are looking at Queen Hippolyta, or a least she was Queen Hippolyta.
Now she is only the slave girl Libby."
Lois asked, "How did you acquire the Queen of Themyscira?" Lex picked up Lois in his arms and walked towards a window. He told her, "I must confess I have been a bad boy while Clark was away on Gor. I engineered a very special acquisition for LexCorp. It was an unfriendly takeover of sorts. But as you can see, with proper re-training the employees of my takeover are becoming more than friendly, Paradise Island and all of its technology and inhabitants are now the property of LexCorp. It has proven profitable in more ways than one. Lois gasped when she looked out the open window. In front of her was a plaza where Amazons were engaged in all sorts of slave labor. Beside them, overseers carried metallic neural whips and replicas of the golden lasso that had been taken from Wonder Woman and used so successfully on Supergirl. Some of the beautiful slaves wore harnesses and pulled carts. Others swung their hips and jiggled their breasts while serving as beasts of burden. Still others were using their charms in entertaining and servicing LexCorp males. Lois gasped in dismay, "You mean I am going to have to compete with an island full of Amazon slave girls?" Lex smiled and said, "Why yes, you are!"
Lois exclaimed, "You…you Bastard!"
"It is good to have you back, Lois. And yes, I am a bastard and that's my best quality!"
The End?