Birds of a Feather: Chapter 5
\nBy Theodoric of York and Wardall Clark.
\nWarning: NO PORTION of this work may be REPRODUCED FOR SALE for any purpose. DC\nComics retains full copyright to Superman, Wonder woman and the other characters\nmentioned here and John Norman retains full copyright to the planet and society\nof Gor. Birds of a Feather contains explicit sex and violence**, including\nscenes of rape and torture. This story is not for anyone under the age of\nconsent** in their jurisdiction to read such sexually explicit material. Authors\nNotes: This is the conclusion of an ongoing series melding John Norman's World\nof Gor with DC Comics heroes and heroines. At the end of Chapter Seven is a\nthorough glossary of terms, places and recurring characters. If you find\nyourself completely baffled by Gorean customs, terms, or politics you should try\nreading the series in order: (1) A Cat and a Fiddle [by Theodoric of York],\n(1a) The Cat and the Shackles. (1b) Under the Shadow of the Bat (2) Diana and\nthe Ubar (3) The Princess and the Mercenary [all by Wardall Clark.] In these\nearlier works Catwoman, Batgirl, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, and Wonder Girl fall\nprey to Kurri interplanetary slavers. Selina Kyle escaped to become a legendary\nGorean outlaw until Batman came to Gor to re-enslave her. Barbara Gordon wound\nup as Scully, the abject slave of Mulkar, an agent of the Priest Kings. Kara\nZor-El endured years of traumatizing captivity before Batman and Selina freed\nher. Princess Diana escaped from degrading slavery to a power-mad Ubar only to\nbe recaptured and brought to the Sardar where her memories were altered in a\nfailed effort to make her a docile slave. She escaped by killing her\nlover/jailor and was at large when Birds of a Feather began. Troia wound up in\nthe hands of the Ubar from whom Diana escaped and was tortured for her sister's\ncrimes.
\nLois Lane and photographer Morgan Croft fell into a trap and were raped, and\nkidnapped by Gorean interplanetary slavers along with a runaway nicknamed\nPikachu. Supergirl had fallen prey to a Gorean slaver in the opening scene of\nDiana and the Ubar. After Batman rescued her she was admitted to Arkham Asylum\nfor treatment. When Batman and Superman visit Supergirl to arrange for her\nrelease, they quarrel about the practice of slavery and Lois' prospects of\nresisting being broken into a submissive as Supergirl was. Meanwhile, Diana has\ntaken up with a Gorean warrior from Tyros in hopes of rescuing her sister from\nthe clutches of Gor's most sadistic ruler, Lurius of Jad, the Ubar of the Empire\nof Cos. Supergirl submitted herself as a slave to Superman who is brought to Gor\nby the Priest Kings' agent Mulkar to rescue Lois and Wonder Woman.
\nChapter Five: SLAVE GIRLS JUST WANNA' HAVE FUN
\nThe pair of them looked at the sign. Kara whispered, \"Master, are you sure you\ncan't read Gorean?\" He answered, \"Not a word. A fine pair of scribes we turned\nout to be.\" Kara said, \"We're in trouble.\" Superman crossed his arms, and\npondered what to do next. \"I must admit that this does create unanticipated\ndifficulties.\"
\nLois lay on the bed, next to Arbus, while Eta massaged a healing cream onto her\nback; she had already used copious amounts of the liquid on Arbus. Even as Eta\nworked, the burning pain in Lois' back and butt cheeks was lessening. Eta said\nsomething to Lois that she did not quite understand. Arbus translated Eta's\nGorean into English:
\n\"You're lucky you are not marked. Had you waited to cry out any longer you\nwould have been. She also says that you were foolish not to have cried out on\nthe first touch of the whip. What is the use of having pain if you ignore it?\nPain is there for a reason; it tells you something is wrong and you should do\nsomething to stop it.\"
\nLois looked at both of them in fury, but held her tongue.
\n\"Do not worry. You are permitted to speak. No more harm will come to you in\nspeaking your native language.\"
\n\"Why such generosity?\" Lois growled. He answered, \"Because I forgot that you are\na free woman in a slave girl's body. I have legal papers declaring you my slave\nand you are marked as a kajira, yet for now you still believe yourself to be\nfree. So for the time being I will allow you to speak your language, but only in\nthe privacy of my bed. You are smart. You will learn your new tongue fast\nenough.\" Lois hissed, \"If I speak my old tongue, I will be beaten?\" Arbus\nanswered, \"No, at this point in your training more beatings would be\ncounterproductive. You are the type of woman for whom a beating only makes your\nwill stronger. I dare say, should I give you the lash you might pass out before\nyou screamed. None of us would want that. No, you will instead simply be gagged\nwhile in the presence of others until I lift the ban on speaking other tongues.\"\nShe demanded, \"Why are you treating me like this? I am older, and not especially\nbeautiful. Why are you giving me such individual attention?\"
\nHe gave the matter a little thought before responding to her question:
\n\"Because you are special; from the start I realized you were different. You\nalready show many of the skills and attributes of a seasoned pleasure slave even\nthough you have so recently been branded. That by itself is not terribly\nunusual, but you also do not fit the template for barbarian slaves I receive to\ntrain here. You are significantly older and were married. As a result, my slave\nLois is a stubborn beast that will resist her slave fires with great tenacity.
\nIf her master was not an experienced trainer such as I am, her resistance might\nhave succeeded already. Most Gorean masters would have slit your throat by now\nand dropped your body in a canal to let vermin feast.
\nWhen I first examined you, I wondered why you were even here. You did not seem a\nlogical prospect for enslavement. Certainly the slavers could have found a more\nsuitable candidate to fill your slot. Then I heard Pikachu's story and it all\nmade sense. You were not brought here to be a slave girl. Why you were brought\nhere I may never learn. In the end, though, the reason may not make a difference\nfor either of us.\" Lois asked, \"What do you plan to do with me?\" He answered, \"I\nand my house will turn you into an acceptable kajira; It is our profession. You\nare a spirited, noble, and tenacious beast. Yet in the end we will succeed, just\nas we always do. We will simply give you no other survival option than total and\nabject acceptance of your enslavement. There is great potential inside of you.\nOnce that potential is realized you will be a slave fit for an Ubar.\"
\nHe paused and then continued.
\nI know what you are, Lois. I know that better than you know yourself. Earlier, I\nknew you would resist the whipping and that in the end you would fail. It was a\ngood object lesson for the other girls. Now they think, 'If stubborn Lois can be\nbroken what chance do I have?' Of course, they will eventually learn that you\nare not yet broken. That is why you will not be given another opportunity to be\nwhipped, at least not in public. My next step is to convince you by\ndemonstration after demonstration that I can and will do anything I want with\nyou, anything. As this happens you will have to wonder 'Is my reaction what my\nmaster wants me to do?' before you take any type of action.
\nFor instance, right now I am going to butt fuck you. No matter what you do, you\nwill not know if that was the response I wanted from you. You cannot know from\nyour experience whether what you are doing helps you to resist your demise as a\nfree woman or hastens it, but I will know. Furthermore, whatever your reaction\nis, it will tell me more about your thought patterns. Thus, in the end, you\ndefeat yourself. No matter what you do, it is just a step toward full submission\nto a master.
\nLois was caught in a moment of indecision as to what to do. In that moment Arbus\nleapt up behind her and his strong hands grabbed her by the thighs. Still frozen\nin indecision, Lois felt herself being dragged back along the satin-like sheets.\nToo late, Lois realized that she was going to be man-handled and butt-fucked and\nthere was nothing she would be able to do to stop this powerful man from doing\njust what he intended to do with her body.
\nHer confused mind registered and recorded the flashes of sheer delight which her\nnipples were sending as their turgid forms slid along the sheet. Suddenly she\nfelt a glob of the cold, creamy substance that had been rubbed on her back. It\nbegan to seep into her butt hole. Arbus told her \"It will dull the pain you will\nfeel and help to repair any damage caused to your rectal channel caused by this\npenetration. Now say 'Thank you!'\" Again Lois found herself in a state of\nindecision, thinking \"What should I do? What is he expecting me to do?\"\nSuddenly he let go of her leg and pressed his cock against her asshole. He began\nto ease his way into her back shaft. Utilizing two hundred years of erotic\nexperience with women's bodies, Arbus' expert strong fingers began exploring her\nerogenous zones. Lois quickly began to pant heavily as he continued to slide\ndeeper into her expanding chamber. Her panicked mind did not know what to do*.\n\"Should I resist, although it is clearly too late to do much about my fate?\nShould I acquiesce passively? Should I openly aide in my ravishment? In least\nthat way I would have some control over my fate, wouldn't I?\"* Slowly her\nvoice croaked out, \"Thank you!\" as she thrust herself back onto his cock.\nSomehow those words seemed to strengthen her. It gave her purpose. She was at\nleast doing what she wanted to do. She wanted that big rod exploring her\nass. She wanted his fingers playing with her willing body. She wanted to\nmaximize her pleasure*. \"If that means maximizing my partner's then so be it.\nSex is a symbiotic relationship, isn't it? It certainly was with Clark. This man\nis going to have his way with me, no matter what. Why shouldn't I have my way\nwith him?\"*
\nArbus began to thrust in and out of his partner. She happily rolled her body and\ntwisted her anal muscles to maximize his pleasure. Arbus marveled how this\nthirty-something free woman could prove to be such an adept pleasure slave. At\nlast they both cried out in mutual organism.
\n\"Next time we will do it without the cream! You will learn to love it just as\nmuch!\"
\n\"Yes Master!\" answered his partner just as a tear rolled down her cheek. She\nwondered where her husband was. For the first time she wondered it might be\nbetter if he never showed up.
\nSuperman looked around the crowded, bustling square. It was reminiscent of\nfamiliar Third World scenes, yet it was different. Even in the most rural\ncommunities of Earth you could find some random elements of technology. Here he\nsaw nothing. It was if he had stepped into a medieval street scene with a\ndistinctly Arabic flair. Here and there veiled free women stood clad in their\noppressive robes of concealment. Once in a while, there would be a gay laughing\nslave girl going about her appointed tasks. Some children ran about playing, but\nSuperman was surprised how few there were.
\nEach child seemed to be the son or daughter of the community. Everyone seemed to\ntake particular pride and joy in their presence. Superman reasoned that, of\ncourse it had to be this way. In this caste-stratified society, where people\nlived hundreds of years, they could plan to have at most a few children in their\nextended lifetimes. Any more would mean a disaster to their city economy, and\neventually to the ecosystem of Gor. Without the perfect birth control wine, the\npopulation crunch would become devastating.
\nSince setting out from the foothills of the Thentis Mountains, he and Kara had\nbeen on the road a few days. As was true this day, nobody much noticed the\nscribe and his slave girl. They had been able to join a caravan, which everybody\nassured him was much safer for a man and his kajira on foot.
\nFrom time to time he and Kara would discuss the unexpected situation that their\nlack of language skills had thrust themselves in. Superman assured his\nslave--(he quickly had begun to think of her that way)--that there was not much\nto worry about. He had remembered a story about illiterate people and the\ningenious ways they would use to hide their disability. Some people actually\nreached some level of authority without being found out. They would not be on\nGor very long, they could fake it for the time being.
\nKara agreed that it was not much of a problem, but for different reasons. She\nreasoned that it would be easy to acquire a scribe. Her Master deferred,\npointing out that to hire a scribe would be expensive and dangerous. The risk\nwould be too great that the true scribe would blab. Kara assured him that she\nwas not talking about hiring a scribe. Again he set the idea aside, the\nsuspicions that would arise if a scribe and his slave attempted to kidnap and\nenslave another scribe would cause real problems.
\nOf course, Kara knew the real reason why her Master had vetoed her suggestion\nabout acquiring another slave. Superman was still uncomfortable with slavery.\nClark had acquiesced to Kara's condition; it suited her in some visceral way.\nShe had never before seemed so relaxed and happy, so free with her femininity.\nTo treat her as other than his slave on this world would seem somehow obscene.\nInstead, he gave her orders and accepted most postures of submission, respect\nand affection for her Master. In the process he could not but become aware of\njust how luscious and desirable a woman his cousin was. He could not but realize\nthat while on Gor for the next few months he would literally own those soft\nsmiling lips, those shapely twisting hips, and those bounteous high breasts.
\nYet Clark of Kent did not use his blonde slave. He had not done so since the\nfirst night that she submitted to him. For her part, Kara seemed satisfied for\nthe time being just to cuddle with him when they slept. In the process Superman\nwas learning desire for the touch of Supergirl's soft skin and longing for the\nrhythm of her breasts pressing against him as she breathed. Part of him realized\nthat it was only a matter of time before he fully succumbed to her charms and\nmade full use of her super-tight orifices. But for now he was choosing to defer\nthose pleasures.
\nKara was not worried. She knew she soon would become his full slave in body as\nwell as name. In the meantime, she had laundry to do.
\nSuperman watched his slave. She was putting on quite a show. True, she was\nscrubbing the soiled tunics and breaches; it was how she was scrubbing them. She\nwas being deliberately provocative in her movements. He found he relished\nwatching the bounce of her nipples and ass cheeks, clearly visible against the\npress of the tight, wet tunic against her body. He realized that there was some\ntruth in the Gorean saying that a slave girl was often more naked clothed than\nshe was nude. He could also see the predator's gleam in her eye. She was a woman\nin heat and she was on the prowl. He realized that it would probably be this\nevening.
\nBut this day Kara's prey was not Superman. He had had his chance. This day it\nwas a beautiful scribe by the name of Lady Justina. Lady Justina was attempting\nto concentrate on her work, but there was such a lovely blonde slave slut\nscrubbing those tunics beside the stream. Lady Justina had met them earlier. The\nslave had seemed an enchanting thing even then. Her Master was not bad either.
\nAt age 23, Lady Justina had limited experience with men. She liked them and all\nthat, but she had never found one that she would want as her Free Companion.\nSome matches had been arranged for her but she had turned them down. The man she\nwould spend years with had to be special.
\nThis Clark of Kent was special. He was tall and muscularly built, a rarity among\nthe Caste of Scribes. Such things were not important, but did not hurt either.\nAlso, Clark seemed to have a special quality about him. There had been some Urt\nGirls begging in an alleyway. He walked over to a nearby lamia tree. There was\nstill some fruit on it, but only on the higher branches. He climbed up and threw\ndown the fruit to the girls. He could have ordered his kajira to do it for him,\nthe girl was certainly utterly in love with him, but he had done it himself.
\nBut what most struck her about the oddly-noble Clark of Kent was the fool's\nerrand he had set himself on. He was searching for a lost free companion, yet he\nhad no idea where she was. All he had were some incredibly well-drawn sketches\nof this Lois. She knew, and he must as well, that his mission was near\nimpossible, that it was the stuff of romantic plays and poems. The romantic part\nof Lady Justina even considered dropping everything and joining Clark in his\nsearch. Then she would be there and would have proven herself in his eyes to be\na worthy replacement for his Lois. \"But that outcome was also the stuff of\nromantic drivel,\" Lady Justina decided, \"no matter how much I do enjoy such\nstories and songs.\"**
\nYet there might be some way she could help the man and his slave. They did not\nseem to have much in the way of funds. Justina originally had suggested that she\nmight purchase Kara. She had assured him that she would be a good mistress to\nKara, but had been rebuffed. Now she realized that she did have a lot of laundry\nto be done. Certainly Kara could earn her master a few copper coins and Lady\nJustina would be allowed to watch that deliciously intoxicating slave continue\nher sensuous efforts at cleaning clothing.
\nShe would broach the idea to this Clark of Kent about the idea this afternoon.\nShe had already made arrangements for him to talk to a slaver friend of hers. If\nanybody could help Clark to find his lost love it would be a slaver. It so\nhappened that Justina's closest friend was a slaver. Lady Monica had more\npractical attitudes to romance than Justina, or at least so she claimed.
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\nDiana surreptitiously slipped the yellow noose over her Master's shoulders.\nFirnax was an honest and decent man, as well as an exiting lover, but he was not\nthe right master for her. Though he used her with a thrilling combination of\ntenderness and ruthlessness she did not achieve full slave orgasm for him. Just\nas importantly, when not making love to her, Firnax tended to regard her as no\nmore intelligent or articulate than a trained Ape.
\nIn addition, he saw her not as his newest personal slave but as a prize to be\npresented to his Ubar for sentencing. Although the likely sentence was simply\nstate slavery to the Ubarate of Tyros, she could not chance judgment by Chenbar\nof Kasra, the Sea Sleen of Tyros. Every day she had more and more nightmares\nabout her sister's treatment in Cos.
\nAmazon's have a telepathic link of sorts. She had even found that she shared\nthoughts with Jaros of Tharna, who had been a cousin of sorts. Now something had\nhappened to disrupt the link with Troia. It seemed to function only when she and\nDiana were both dreaming. The nightmares they had shared left her shivering come\nmorning. The erotic dreams left her hungering for a man in a blue costume with a\nred cape. Now that her wrist bracelets were permanently fused together behind\nher back the former Donna Troy was now the abject slave of every man who used\nher. Diana was still looking for a man whose body and will were stronger than\nher own.
\nFirnax was an ancient and exceptional warrior, but he was a servant rather\nthan a ruler. Diana could not remember being a princess, but she had the pride\nof a ruler. Only a man who picked his own path would be right for her. Only to\nsuch a man could be give a slave's oath and keep both its letter and spirit. It\nwas time to say goodbye.
\nAwaken\" She ordered. Firnax eyes opened. He reached for her only to go stiff\nwhen she ordered him to stillness. \"It is time for us to say goodbye, Warrior. I\nhave decided not to kill you. But I am going to send you to your Ubar in\ndisgrace. You captured both Verna and the Larl Women but they escaped from you\nbecause you did not recognize that they were more intelligent than you. They\npilfered a copy of your keys and you never noticed that they use them to make\nduplicates from the spoons of your table.\"
\nDiana spoke for several minutes, planting false memories and erasing true ones.\nThen she commanded him to sleep and tied his hands and feet with his own binding\nchord before removing the magic glowing rope and returning it to\nextra-dimensional storage along with the Girdle of Hera that had enabled her to\nknock out her guards with a single blow. The girdle was the one that Wonder\nWomen had used on Earth. The lasso was an artifact of the alien race called the\nFounders. Diana's mother was of that race, as were the patron Goddesses of the\nAmazons. Hippolyta's patrons had given Diana her original lasso. That Lasso of\nTruth had been lost to the Kurri agent who sent Diana to Gor to become a slave.\nThis new glowing rope had been stolen from the archives of the Priest Kings of\nGor.
\nThe Priest Kings had confiscated it from a male Founder/god. The artifact had\nbeen originally designed to assist in creating slaves of men and women of\notherwise unshakable wills. Diana had used it to that purpose several times.\nThree bounty hunters who had tried to collar the Larl Women had been induced by\nher lasso's coils to declare themselves slaves in front of witnesses.
\nNow it would serve a different purpose. When the ship set sail for Tyros, every\nman would believe that she was safely in chains in the hold. Only when they came\nto take her to the prow for display when their Tarn ship entered the harbor of\nKasra would they realize that they had been counting the same slave twice over\neach feeding time. Thus would the legend of the Larl Woman of Gor add another\nchapter.
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\nCricket stood as if she were at attention in a military formation. The groom\nsaid some sort of Gorean nonsense in a reassuring tone, as if to pacify a\nskittish animal. It was really all quite silly. She could have easily slipped\nthe harness on herself. On the other hand, she was not one to object to\npampering. So she pretended to stare nervously, as if she were a frightened\nanimal ready to bolt.
\nThey petted her and spoke in reassuring tones about how good of a pony kajira\nshe was. She tossed her head and snorted as if she were a thoroughbred horse\nwhen they slid the harness on and tightened it. It was her routine, and she\nworked at improving it each day. 'They want a horse /girl so I give them what\nthey long to see---a steed with sex appeal.' She would whinny nervously. They\nwould adjust the half cups underneath her breasts, \"As if I needed that\nsupport!\" This time they laced her hands into a single glove behind her back.\nOften they did not bother but this day was something special, she could tell\nthat.
\nThe woman who had once been Morgan Croft had been a pony slave for one hand of\ndays now; never in her life could she remember being worked so hard. She had\nbeen given a crash course in what it was like to be a pony slave. In minutes\nafter her branding her arms had been placed in a single glove and she was placed\non a small track and forced to travel, hour after hour, in a small circle around\nand around. A trainer would accompany her, and if during each step she did not\nthrust her knee up a specific height, then she would receive a swat on her thigh\nwith a switch. Now it was second nature for her to high-step this way. Cricket\nhad already learned how to do it with some sensuous flair, and practiced her\ntechnique even when the trainers or grooms were not looking.
\nThey slipped the stiff leather collar around her neck that would hold her head\nin place, looking forwards. This was not typical garb. Usually they did not\nbrace her head like this. They would let her look any direction she wished. They\nslipped the bridle over her head and set the bit into her mouth. She felt\nblinders being placed by her eyes. Now she could only see forwards, only what\nwas directly in front of her. She was now dependent upon whoever held the reins\nto guide her. Fortunately, Cricket had quickly learned how to take direction\nfrom the reins.
\nFinally, she felt the cold, greased butt-plug pushed into her asshole. She\nwhinnied in discomfort, but they stroked her breasts and flanks to reassure her.\nThey walked her over to a small cart. Soon she was strapped and harnessed in\nposition. Someone climbed into the cart; Cricket could tell because the cart\nsqueaked and suddenly the pull on her tethers changed greatly. Whoever it was,\nhe or she did not weigh much.
\nNothing was said; Cricket was only directed by the reins to a larger track. Her\nheart began to beat faster when she was the track. She was going to be allowed\nto race. Already there was another Pony slave harnessed up and ready to go.
\nLois knelt on a small pedestal, her back to the track. Her head was hooded but\nshe was otherwise naked except for the steel collar that was beyond her power to\nremove. An unseen master pressed his finger against her carotid artery in the\nneck to count her pulse. Lois would be serving as the race's timepiece. Because\nof the blinders Cricket did not know this, of course. Yet it would have\ndelighted Cricket/Morgan to see her former rival reduced to a piece of\nequipment.
\nHer opponent held the inside track. That did not matter to Cricket. Her\ncompetitive dander was up. She would be leaving this bitch in her dust. She only\nwished that her hands and neck were free. She knew that she could run even\nfaster with those free.
\nSuddenly the race was on. Her driver quickly discovered that with this filly she\ndid not have to use the whip. She practically did not have to use the reins. She\neven tried to slow down Cricket. The race was going to be a long one and the\npony slave would tire herself out too quickly at this pace, or so her driver\nthought. Cricket had quickly cut in front of her opponent and assumed the inside\nposition. Even in her state of bondage, it felt great racing again. Once she had\nestablished the lead, Cricket/Morgan broke into a canter-like gate. It was fast,\nbut she would not be pressing herself all the way.
\nLap after lap they raced. Cricket's driver kept expecting her filly to tire but\nshe did not. It was her opponent, in a vain attempt to keep up with Cricket, who\nfinally could not take any more. Her driver realized that her pony was near\ncollapse and directed her to the outside of the track so she could cool down at\na more relaxed and leisurely pace. That did not matter to Cricket. She was in\nher element and she could stay here all day at this pace.
\nToo soon it was over. Cricket was allowed to keep cantering. She seemed happy\nand the owners were interested in how long this filly could keep up such a\nspeed. But the master counting Lois's pulse stopped bothering. The time trial\nwas over and nobody had to look at the number of beats he had recorded. It was\nobvious they had a potential champion on their hands.
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\nWhen Justina did broach the idea about Kara doing some laundry Clark of Kent was\nsurprisingly reluctant for his slave to part from him, even temporarily. But\nKara assured him that she would be all right and it might be a mistake to bring\na slave who was not for sale into a slaver's house.
\nLady Monica proved surprisingly sympathetic to Clark's plight. She did not\nrecognize any of the women of his sketches. She tried to warn him that his quest\nwould be quite difficult and if he was not careful he might end up as a slave\nhimself. Yet she also agreed to spend the afternoon with him visiting the\nvarious slave houses of the Thentis. Lady Justina excused herself from that\ntour. She felt queasy being in slavers houses, even her friend's. Since the\nother slavers were men she felt even more troubled in their establishments.
\nUpon returning to Clark's tents, Lady Justina was surprised to find Kara weeping\ninto her laundry. During all the time Justina was gone the slave had done\nnothing about the laundry. When Justina demanded why Kara had not started her\nwork, Kara just wept and begged her apology. She cried, \"Oh Mistress, you have\nno idea how hard it is for me. You have so many beautiful clothes and other\npossessions. It reminds me of when I was a scribe. Now I have nothing left but\nMy Master.\" Lady Justina commented, \"You could have done worse. You could have\ngotten, a cruel, or pot-bellied master. You could be any man's slut for the\nprice of a draught of Paga. You seem to love your master very much.\" \"I do!\"\ncried Kara. \"I have loved him since I was still a child. When I became his slave\nit was the happiest day of my life. My Master loves me; I have no doubt, but he\nhas not the love for me that he has for his Free Companion. I have so much love\nfor him but he will not let me express it. I feel so empty and frustrated. He is\na good man. Sometimes I think a man can be too good, Mistress.\"
\nLady Justina put her hands on the despondent young slave to comfort her. Kara\nslipped her arms around Lady Justina and pressed her needful body against the\nGorean free lady's. Justina found herself trapped in the embrace of this\nstrangely strong, yet still gentle woman. At first Lady Justina merely attempted\nto reject the embrace of the young blonde's delectable body but she was becoming\nintently aware of that heaving bosom and hot crotch that she had been studying\nso intently earlier that day. Suddenly, Lady Justina was acutely aware that it\nhad been too long since she had visited one of her special friends.
\nThe free woman did not resist as Kara maneuvered her lips underneath Justina's\nveil. Lady Justina said, \"Wait, we must be discrete.\" But she said no more after\nthat as she felt Kara's tongue invaded her oral cavity. Their lips locked as\nthey struggled to get Lady Justina's robes off her. Justina was aware of ripping\nsounds as her body was liberated of the heavy, restraining garb. With growing\nexcitement she watched Kara's boobs bounce as the slave girl pulled her tunic\nover her head. And soon Lady Justina was gasping in pleasure as Kara lowered her\nhead to use her trained and incredibly strong and flexible tongue on Lady\nJustina's pussy. Lady Justina began to quiver and whimper at the extended\nassault that her pussy was being subjected to. She gasped, \"Please stop. Please!\nI am losing control.\" But Kara was relentless; she could feel her prey\nsurrendering to another's control and her own desires. At last Lady Justina\ncould not help herself. She did not care what the consequences were. Her pussy\ngushing, she began screaming out her pleasure again and again. She didn't hear\nthe first bangs on the door, which soon shattered inwards as a guardsman forced\nhis way in. One called \"Lady Justina, are you all….\" He stopped in mid-sentence,\nslack-jawed at the spectacle of feminine lust in front of him.
\nThe guardsman dealt with the stranger cautiously. It was not that he\nparticularly feared the man--this Clark of Kent looked as he might be good in a\nwrestling or boxing match, but he was of the Scribes and unarmed—it was that the\nnormally friendly and disarming manner of the broad-shouldered dark-haired mane\nwas being extremely tested. It was obvious that this Clark of Kent never had\nmany dealing with slavers and he generally did not think too highly of them.
\nOf course, he was not alone in that. Generally slavers as a group were looked\ndown upon. There were exceptions, but the guardsman just assumed that it went\nwith the territory. Buying and selling human flesh might be part of life on Gor,\nbut it was common knowledge that that far too many slavers were not particular\nabout where their merchandise came from or how it was acquired. When a man's\ncompanion or daughter disappeared it was often assumed that one of the local\nslavers had something to do with it. All too often, they did.
\nMany slavers, perhaps most, were relatively honest fellows and would never allow\nthemselves caught in violations of the spirit of the Law of the Home Stone. But\nthat did not stop them from being tarred along with the guilty. Whenever you\ndealt with a slaver there was always this niggling thought in the back of your\nmind, \"Is he appraising me for a future sale?\" The guardsman had said,\n\"Clark of Kent, could you come with me?\" \"Why?\" asked Clark. He answered, \"It is\nnothing important. Could you come with me? Some members of the City council need\nto talk with you. It is a trivial manner.\" Clark could tell that the man was\nnervous from the rate of his heartbeat, but no more. Clark's natural inclination\nwas to follow the dictates of the proper authorities anyway, so he allowed\nhimself to follow this guardsman. But he did ask, \"What is this all about?\" As\nthey were walking away the guardsman answered in a hushed tone, \"Let's not\ntalk about it here. It is a ticklish situation.\"
\nSoon Clark found himself in a darkened room. Besides he and the guardsmen,\nthere were five other people in the room. Three were sitting at a table opposite\nto him. One was a woman, layered in finely tailored robes of concealment of\nvarying shades of blue. The second was a pot-bellied man, also wearing blue. The\nthird man was a handsome fellow wearing the scarlet of the Warriors. Despite\nthat fact, Clark had been informed that he was the richest man in town.
\nOn the floor by the table knelt Kara, nude and cringing in loose slave chains.\nLady Justina was beside Kara, She was nude and locked in close shackles. She was\nweeping in grief, shame, and pain. Superman could see and smell the brand newly\nburned into her thigh.
\n\"How may I help you?\" asked Superman, his voice bracing with anger. The center\nman replied, asking, \"Are you Clark of Kent?\" Clark answered cautiously, \"Yes.\"\nThe man continued, \"Is this your slave, Kara?\" Clark again answered, \"Yes!\" The\nman asked, \"Did you give permission to your slave, Kara, to lay with the former\nLady Justina of the Scribes?\" Clark answered, rather testily, \"I have given Kara\npermission to have sex with whomever she wants to.\" The woman exclaimed, \"Oh\ndear! Lucius, perhaps we acted too precipitously.\" \"We did not! The man on the\nright snapped at her, \"This changes nothing. Even though this Kara might have\npermission to be used by anybody she wanted the fact remains that Lady Justina\ndid not seek permission of Clark of Kent to use his slave. The statute still\napplies!\" The center man said, \"Thesius is right. Unfortunately, the couching\nlaw still applies.\" \"What statute is this?\" asked Clark. The center male\nanswered kindly, \"There is a section of the couching laws which says that if a\nfree woman gives herself to the slave of a free man, she is in effect giving\nherself to the free man and is thus his property.\" \"Lady Justina offered herself\nas slave to Kara!\" exclaimed Clark aghast. The lady answered, \"Not specifically,\nof course, she was merely found in an extremely compromising position with your\nslave. Yet that means the couching law applies and she now becomes your slave.\"\n\"WHAT!\" exclaimed Clark. The center male said, \"In accordance with the laws of\nour city, if a free woman takes sexual service from another's slave without the\nowner's permission, she is taking from the owner rights he has paid for. It is\nconsidered a form of theft. In compensation for his loss, he receives the woman\nin return. \"Did the Lady Justina rape Kara?\" asked Clark. The center man\nanswered, \"No. Both of them testified that it was mutually consensual.\" Superman\nasked, \"Just as a matter of interest; had Lady Justina been male would he find\nhimself in the same position she finds herself now?\" Thesius answered, \"I don't\nunderstand what you are trying to ask.\" Lucius answered, \"I think he is asking\nif a male were to use a slave of another male does he become the slave of that\nmale.\" The man in scarlet bellowed, \"Of course not. Whoever heard of anything so\nabsurd?\" \"Right!\" answered the woman, forcing down a chuckle. \"Otherwise\nthree-quarters of the men in this town would belong to the other quarter. The\nowner can only demand as much as the purchase price of the slave, and then only\nif the slave informed the free man that her use was not free.\" Clark asked,\n\"Don't you find that just a little bit hypocritical?\" \"Not at all!\" exclaimed\nThesius \"Such laws help to remind free women of their place, lest they start\nacting too much like slave sluts.\" His tone was almost apoplectic. Clark\nanswered sarcastically, \"Goodness no, we can't have that. If that happened, why\nwould you need slave girls?\" \"I have had quite enough of your insolence. I have\nhalf a mind to have you whipped.\" shouted Thesius. The woman soothed her\ncolleague, \"I believe this man is foreign to our ways. I think some tolerance\nmust be granted him. The fact remains that the former Lady Justina is now his\nproperty to do with as he pleases.\" \"If I refuse to accept her, what then?\"\nasked Clark. The woman answered, \"Her family's remaining property has been\nconfiscated. She will be quietly sold to a slaver for the standard price of a\nstate slave. After a brief period of training, she will presumably be shipped\nout of town for resale somewhere far away. Her slavery would likely be a harsh\none; the penalty brand of thief is within her flesh now.\"
\n\"And If I were to free her?\"
\nLucius looked Justina over carefully before answering in a professional tone,\n\"Without property or family to take care of her and protect her, she would\nbecome like the casteless urt girls. As she is clearly a beautiful and sensuous\nwomen she would very soon find herself in the collar again after not too very\nlong. Clark rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger. He asked, \"What if I\nmade her my free companion?\" There was a stunned silence as everybody in the\nroom stared at Clark. Finally Thesius asked contemptuously, \"You would take as\nfree companion a slut who proved herself a slave?! You would make a mockery of\nthe institution! Have you no decency?\" Clark tried to respond reasonably and\nhonestly, \"I have no objection to a Free Companion that acts like a slave in my\nfurs. I would find that a desirable trait. I do not believe I could have a free\ncompanion who acted any other way.\" The lady asked, \"Forgive me, but I was under\nthe understanding that you were searching for your lost free companion. Would\nyou give it up just to save this girl from slavery? Does that quest mean nothing\nto you now?\" Clark answered, \"I will continue my quest to reunite with her. I\nhave no doubt my Lois would support my decision to make this poor girl my free\ncompanion if that freed Justina from slavery.\"
\n\"If your new free companion objected to your search for your lost love what\nwould you do then? Would you let your Lois go then?\"
\n\"I would search for my Lois!\"
\nThe woman continued,
\n\"Then Thesius is right. Lady Justina's free companionship would be false; it\nwould just be a mockery of our customs. Lady Justina would in effect be just\nyour slave under the robes of a free companion. Take my advice: take Justina as\nthe slave she has shown herself destined to be.
\nYou strike me as a good man who would be a good master to an untrained new\nslave. If you truly love your Lois, as I believe you do, you will mark well my\ncounsel, or else someday Justina will become your free companion and she will\ntire of your search and you will be forced upon the dilemma as to whether you\nabandon her, or abandon your Lois. When it came to that moment, do you think you\ncould be happy with either choice?\"
\nCricket now clearly understood that there were different types of Pony slaves.\nSome ponygirls were show ponies like the three Urbrinas. They were worked as\nlong as Cricket, but they worked on grace, poise, and sensuality while prancing\nlong distances. The second category consisted of racers like Cricket. Their duty\nwas to run as fast as they could for the enjoyment of their masters and the\nspectators. Work slaves comprised the final category of pony slaves; brute\nstrength was their forte. They were taught to carry packs and pull carriages in\nteams. Most probably, none of those beasts would find themselves in a show or\ncompetition, but all Pony slaves were taught, as Cricket was being taught, to\nmove with a sexually provocative gate.
\nCricket had also quickly learned that sex was very much a part of a Pony slave's\nlife. She could and would be used any time and anywhere. Given the Gorean male's\nmindset this was understandable. Tarns were much faster, and kaiila and\ntharlarians could carry more weight, but the special cache of owning a Pony\nslave was that one's beast of burden or champion steed could also be one's fuck\ntoy. Cricket had set a new goal for herself, she was going to be the finest show\npony, champion racer and fuck toy any master could imagine.
\nShe confidently walked back to the track, basking in her new prestige. She\nlooked contemptuously at Lois, the pleasure slave trainee. The former reporter\nwas still kneeling in male-imposed darkness, Aside from her service as an\norganic timepiece, Lois was otherwise ignored. The former Morgan Craft could\nfeel every eye upon her as she prepared for Cricket's second race. This time she\nwould be racing against a half dozen ponies. It mattered little that she was\nplaced on the outside of the track. She would still leave them all in her dust.\nAfterwards, she would be well fucked, just like the last time she won. Her loins\nstarted to juice at the thought.
\nThe race started just like the last one. She broke out fast, as her driver\nguided her to the inside of the pack. Soon she had established an undisputed\nlead. She could hear whips cracking as other fillies strained to catch her.\nSuddenly, she heard another pony approaching. Cricket was not too worried. This\npony was galloping while she was just cantering. It would be a long race, ten\nlaps. This pony would be spent long before that. Cricket decided to play with\nthe filly. As the other pony attempted to pass her she just sped up a little.\nThe pony was breathing heavily just attempting to keep up with Cricket.
\nSuddenly Cricket felt a leg slip under her ankle; she began to stumble and then\nfall. She saw the pony slave and curricle shoot in front of her. With her arms\nbound behind her she could not help but take the full force of her contact with\nthe hard ground with her knees, breasts, and chin. Dazed and hurting, she lay\nthere wondering what she should do next. But the stinging pain of a strike of\nthe whip from her driver left her no doubt of what was expected of her. The race\nwas not over and she should continue to run to win!
\nOther ponies passed her by as she painfully stood up. She forced the pain of her\nscuffed knees and body from her mind as she forced her legs to stretch out.\nSheer anger began force her forward. All her pent-up frustration was unleashed.\nShe would show the ponies what it was like to race against a true champion. She\nbegan to press each foot forwards faster and faster, as if she was trying for\nOlympic gold. She began to pass the ponies again. Some of the other drivers\nbegan to whip at her but she was a pony possessed.
\nSuddenly her driver was not trying to direct Cricket. She realized that Cricket\ncould better run this race without her help. Instead she used her whip to strike\nat the other drivers as they attempted to strike at Cricket. She made no effort\nto trip her competition. There was no need to. Their pathetic efforts to match\nher stride were laughable. By the tenth lap she had passed every one of them.\nShe was breathing heavily. It did not matter. She had won the race of her life\nand she had crushed her opponents. She was allowed to walk a couple of laps to\ncool down.
\nThen she was allowed to fall to her haunches as Eta was brought over to attend\nto her scrapes. From Eta's gentle smile Cricket understood that her wounds would\nheal quickly. The blinders, bit, bridle were taken off. There would be no more\nracing this day. Her arms were released as she whinnied triumphantly. But the\nchampion was not through yet. She proudly walked over to Lois, attempting to\nimitate the finest show pony. She knelt down beside Lois and whinnied her sexual\nneed.
\nCricket was rewarded for her efforts right on the spot. She knelt down and\nraised her haunches and thick male spear slid into her sopping tunnel. There was\na tug on her hair and soon Cricket felt cocks sliding into both mouth and cunt.\nThe full reality of her new situation had became clear; lots of sex, racing\nwhere dirty tricks were allowed, and Lois reduced to a timepiece. Morgan/Cricket\nwas temporarily in heaven.
\nThe male keeping track of Lois's pulse noted that it had started to pick up. He\ncould hear her whimpering under the hood. Good, her master wanted the woman so\nstarved for sexual pleasure she would become desperate to please him in the\nprocess of getting her relief. Arbus was crafty and ruthless. The timer admired\nthat and aspired to learn all he could from the master slaver.
\nTHREE DAYS LATER
\nClark looked up into Lois's loving eyes. He watched her pendant breast jiggle as\nher mouth slid over his cock. He felt her moist lips slide down his shaft as she\nhad done practically every morning that they had spent together since their\nmarriage. This day she was in fine form as he felt her mouth slide up and down\nhis cock. The suction was unusually strong. It felt wonderful. He muttered, \"I\nlove you, Lois!\" Suddenly he heard a strange giggle not six inches from his\nhead. He realized that there was a warm, soft presence pressed against him. He\nopened his eyes to see Justina's head nestled under his chin against his neck.\nShe had wrapped her arm around him and was gently hugging him. With her other\nhand she was teasing his balls. Kara's lips were wrapped around his cock as her\nhead bobbed up and down. He cried, \"What are you doing?\" Justina answered\ndreamily, \"I would think that is obvious, Master Clark. Your girls are\npleasuring their Master!\"' He cried, \"Justina, I thought… well… I thought you\nlike women.\" She answered, \"I do Master, but I like men, too. This is why Kara\npicked me. Not only was I a scribe, I lusted after both of you.\" Superman found\nit increasingly hard to concentrate on what Justina was saying. Kara's lips and\ntongue were just too talented. She was beginning to suck harder and her head was\nbobbing faster and faster. Even so, he still managed to squeak out, \"I am sorry\nthis happened to you. I will make it up to you. I swear it!\" Justina rubbed her\nbreasts against his chest. \"It is all right, Master. I forgive you. We Goreans\nare taught from a young age to take responsibility for our actions. Besides, it\nis almost a relief that it happened after so many years of uncertainty. Mother\nalways warned me I was probable collar meat, that I was too beautiful to remain\nfree. When my body reached adulthood I lived in constant fear of a master's\ncollar even as something within me longed for it. Now I count myself lucky to be\na slave with such a gentle and patient master as you.\" She began to kiss his\nlips with little pecks, but Clark managed to repeat, \"I will find someway to\nmake it up to you.\" Meanwhile, his powerful fingers were sliding into Kara's\nhair. He firmly grasped her head so that he might control the rhythm of her\nbobbing head. Eventually, he pulled her mouth off her cock. Supergirl whimpered\nin frustration; he could smell her slave heat and hear her racing pulse. He\nquickly pushed her onto her back. He thrust her thighs apart with his super\nstrength and he pushed his steel-hard sex into her tight moist channel. Kara\ngasped as he started to thrust into her. He watched her breasts bounce forward\nand backward in response to each of his thrusts. It felt good to have Kara this\nway. It felt better even when she wrapped her legs around him to encourage his\nthrusting possession of her body. She accepted his seed with a joyful cry of\n\"Master!\" As she slid her knees under herself and lifted her body to press\nherself against him Kara said, \"Thank you Master. I love you.\" At the same\ntime Justina pressed herself against his back, hugging him. She wept, \"Master,\nif you want to make it up to me, make me your total slave and open me. Use me as\nI was made to be used.\" With one fluid motion Clark disengaged himself from Kara\nand pressed Justina against the floor. With one hand he played with her cunt,\nwhile with the other hand he toyed with her small, round breasts. She begged,\n\"Please Master, use your slave. Make me red silk.\"
\nGently he lifted her body onto his lap and allowed her to position herself\nagainst his erect cock. Then they allowed gravity to do the work as she felt her\nlove channel fill with his cock. She whimpered with joy and pain as she felt her\ntight channel expand to accommodate his cock. Suddenly she felt the progress of\nher ravishment impeded as his cock came to a barrier. She pressed her bottom and\nthighs downward and cried out in exhilaration and pain as she felt her\nmaidenhood give way.
\nAs she felt herself come to rest on his balls, the new slave Justina felt\nherself pressed from on both sides. Kara and Clark were each gently pressing\nthemselves against her, making something of a slave and master sandwich. She\nknelt, impaled, for quite a long time as her mind came to grips of her new\nreality.
\nNeither Clark nor Kara was willing to press her. They realized they had a\ntruly delicate flower between them and they were in no hurry to finish what was\nstarted. Justina could take her own time to bring herself into heaven. Slowly\nshe began to twist and pump, fueled by the heat of bodies pressing against her.\nTears began to fill her eyes as she picked up the pace of her thrusts. At last\nshe stiffened, then spasmed in pleasure. When she raised her head she was\nsmiling through her earlier tears of pain.
\n\"More?\" Clark asked her. Too shy to speak her desire, she nodded her head. Clark\nlay back and allowed his newest slave to straddle him. With Kara's help and\ninstruction she rode him to the second vaginal orgasm of her life.
\nSlow to come, as usual, Clark was still fully hard within Justina but Kara\npulled the auburn-haired new slave off her master. She bent Justina's head to\nthe floor so that Superman would take her as a Master. Where the idea came from\nhe didn't want to ask, but the smaller women's dripping pussy drew his cock like\na magnet. He pushed all the way within her and then drew back slowly. With a\nhuman woman he had to be careful not to tear her apart in his fervor, but he had\nlots of practice with Lois. She had loved playing the controlling bitch in the\noffice and the submissive slut in their bedroom. In what seemed like no time\nJustina's womb is filled with her Master's seed. She yelped in unpleasant\nsurprise at the power of the spurting. In the future he would remember to pull\nout first.
\nClark allowed himself to slide out of the exhausted, sated girl and allowed her\nto slip into the waiting embrace of Kara. As he watched his two slaves hug and\nkiss each other Clark realized that he had crossed a Rubicon. He realized just\nhow much he missed Lois's touch. He could bear it no longer. He would be using\nthese two slaves often. He only wondered whether he could bear to give them up\nwhen he found Lois.
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