Birds of a Feather Chapter 12
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. Pikachu underwent special training before her sale to the admiring Andre but Martin kills him before the sale became official. 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. She has been sentenced to brothel duty.
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. Meanwhile, the Priest Kings elected to send out a team to kill Clark and Diana and capture Supergirl. The ambush wounded Superman with a Kryptonite bullet. During the attack, Wonder Woman regained her lost memories of Earth.
Chapter Twelve: SETTING UP A RONDEVOUS IN SONORA
The Ubar of the largest empire of Gor listened to the messenger while an exquisite olive-skinned kajira suckled his short fat erection. Across the room, hanging by her ankles, was his other prize Pony slave. Her body was covered from neck to ankles with the marks from a beating with a tharlarion whip. She hadn't done anything to displease the Ubar of Cos or to break his laws; her resemblance to her hated sister was sufficient reason for her daily beating.
She hadn't wanted to scream at first, but when Lurius of Jad had worked between her widespread thighs he had elicited the shrieks of pain that were music to his ears. Best of all, the bitch had resumed healing at a phenomenal rate ever since he had compelled her to allow those white metal bracers of hers to be removed. He could beat or even brand her over and over again and yet within a few days her beauty was again unmarred.
The same was not true of the former Talena of Ar. In addition to the slavers' mark of Treve in her thigh, she was branded as a traitor on her shoulder and as a pony slave on her left butt-cheek. Those marks would never come out and he made it a point to finger the brands whenever he used her still-tight rectum. Her cunt was wired shut until the day he was ready to breed her with his galley slaves. Someday, the castrated grandsons of Marlenus of Ar would serve as slaves in his palace. The granddaughters would serve in the imperial brothel taverns.
But first, there was the trivial matter of a race that his Lady Ubara wanted to win. Lady Florinda from Brundisium was an avid jockey in the ponygirl slave races and she had requisitioned his two favorite display slaves for her team. At first he had objected, until she explained to him about her latest drugs, they reduced the girls to animals who could recognize spoken words but not articulate them. He realized that he would never again have to worry about the Amazon princess revealing that she was not who the Ubar claimed she was. As part of his deception plan, Talena was given the same serum.
Somewhere on Gor was the Larl Woman, an escaped slave who had sunk or stolen six ships from the harbor of his capital city and started a slave revolt that that wreaked the dock district before it was put down by troops from other cities on Cos. The official story in Cos was that the escaped slave had been recaptured and subjected to extreme judicial torture before being confined once more in the chains of a state slave. Any subsequent exploits of the Larl Woman were said to be the work of Earth's Catwoman, the slave Kafka who had escaped from the slave pens of Ar a few months before the uprising.
But the truth was that his bounty hunters had ignominiously failed again and again. The Amazon Princess Troia, whom he had brought to Gor to be part of a matched ponygirl set for his carriages, had to be passed off as the original article to his people. Otherwise she would have served as a constant reminder of his humiliation at the hands of Princess Diana of Themyscira. And so it was Donna Troy rather than Diana Prince who had been flayed alive only to survive and miraculously heal. It was Donna Troy whose bracelets were fused together with a blow torch while still on her wrists. And it was Donna Troy who was sealed in a rubber suit so that her skin, nose, eyes and ears were deprived of all input for weeks at a time, save for her exposed cunt.
By the time he finished breaking the Amazon even that she-sleen Talena had been begging him to show some mercy. That had been sweet, even sweater had been sealing up Marlenus' sexy get in a similar sensory deprivation cage until she too was reduced to a blubbering child-like wreck that he could reshape to his own specifications.
Now they were indeed a set. Talena could only get aroused by giving pain and Troia was only aroused by receiving it. Yet neither would even think about resisting anything he did to them or had them do to each other. They had the psyches of well-trained dogs, and the nubile bodies of twenty-two year-old woman. He kept them constantly in heat, but seldom allowed them relief and they didn't even understand enough about sex to masturbate themselves or each other. And yet either nameless slave could take a man's sex down her throat and suck like a vacuum cleaner.
After the slut from Ar finished licking his now-limp staff clean and drying it with her hair, the Ubar reflected on the news he had received from his secret allies from the stars. His original scheme to lure the Larl Women out of the Northern Forests where she seemed to have so many Allies was now complicated by the presence on Gor of yet another superhero from Earth, this one the man called Superman.
It seemed this Superman, also known as Clark Kent, had lost his companion and had received permission from the Priest Kings to look for her in exchange for tracking down and capturing the Larl Woman. That was fine with Lurius, but it left him with the problem of getting the so-called Wonder Woman out of Superman's hands and into his own. There had to be some way, and if there was, he would think of it.
On learning of the intrusion of the alien from Krypton onto his world, Lurius had set his agents across Gor searching for a new slave from Earth. Fortunately, there were only so many places in which barbarians could be initially marketed with no questions asked about their origins. A dealer in Port Kar had sold Mrs. Clark Kent to a representative of the House of Arbus and Rollo. Lurius now knew what the mighty Superman sought to know, his wife could be found in a paga tavern in Ar. That information had been remarkably costly to acquire, but its value might yet prove to be incalculable. If Superman had Wonder Woman in his collar and Lurius had Lois Lane, a swap was not out of the question.
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The leader of the Dogs of War turned to his partner. "You are to head back to the scout ship. Do you understand?" The man responded. "Sir, I can't abandon you. I could not live with myself. Honor will not allow it." "And your commander's honor will not allow the needless deaths of any more of his men." The leader replied. "It will now only be Mul Delta and I, warrior to warrior. I think that would be a more fitting combat. Don't you? "
"But sir, the last team did not even hear her coming! You won't stand a chance!"
The leader only said, "You are the last of the Dogs of War. You must return to Sardar to tell the tale of our battles. If you tell it well enough, perhaps some scribe or bard will make a song about us. I think the other men would have liked that."
"I doubt that it will ever be heard outside of the Sardar, sir"
The timeless warrior answered confidently, "I think they would be satisfied with that. Now go quickly." He knelt on the branch and watched his man leave. Clad in the Larl Woman's makeshift combat suit, Wonder Woman hopped onto the branch beside him a short while later. Neither of them said anything until they had seen the ship take off. Without looking at her, he thanked her for letting his man escape. "How did you know that I would let him do so?" Wonder Woman wanted to know. "I did not know it for certain, of course. Yet for years I have studied your life. Everything you have done up to now told me that you would not harm a fleeing, defeated opponent." He paused and then added, "And now there is something we have to do." "No, we don't." she replied, "You can just leave, too." He answered, "No, I really can't. I shall die with my men, which is as it should be. What is that earth cliché: a hero dies only once but a coward dies a thousand deaths? When you are as long-lived as we servants of the Nest are, that is an especially dismal prospect."
"Are you sure that is what you want?"
He looked at her proud breasts, her sleekly curved hips and lovely face. He said, "Of course not. What I would much rather do is fuck you. You were the best I ever had in the days that we called you Mul-Delta." She looked back at him: "We can do both! I remember you as a very good lover." He smiled and remarked, "By the way, that helmet you are wearing is stunning on you. It should become part of your permanent attire."
"I will tell my master!"
His eyebrows raised, "Your Master? I don't think I approve of kajiri being vicious killers." "Neither does he, I think. I still feel that in his heart he doesn't believe that I am his slave…. or a killer, for that matter."
"Then he is a fool."
"'But I love him, and I will soon show him the way. Now, mighty warrior of two worlds and a thousand battle fields, let this passion slave show you skills she knows you will approve of." With that she pressed herself against him. She pushed his yielding body against the trunk of the tree. She ripped off his body armor and ripped off his fatigues. She pressed her breasts against his chest. Their lips locked as she squatted over his cock. She lowered her cunt down on him and let her exquisitely trained inner muscles do all she knew to enhance their mutual pleasure. He drew the coupling out as much as his self-control enabled. Eventually he began to spurt and her rhythmic contractions sent ripple after ripple of pleasure from his cock-head to his brain. Finally he could come no more, and he gasped, "Thank You." With that she leaped from the branch. Without looking back she said, "See you around." Yet immediately after that she sighed inwardly as her acute hearing picked out the sounds of the warrior picking up his partner's gun and fitting it to his shoulder. She leaped sideways as she heard his breathing slow just before pulling the trigger. With a telescopic sight, he would find it difficult to adjust to her sudden changes of direction. As he fired off shots to ward off her return to range for hand-to-hand combat, he admired her grace and agility. He realized that only one man could move like her, his former comrade and still friend, Martin of Bremen. His last thoughts were, "Old friend, it is up to you, after all.
Lady Katrina heard a knock on her door. She had been playing with her little Thammas. The little boy cried happily as he ran away. She called "You had better hide! I am a big bad Larl. I am going to get you!" The little boy giggled. There was a knock again. She called out "Just a moment." And told her son, "Thammas, you will have to wait; there is someone at the door!" She went to open it, and then recoiled in horror at the grim, bloodstained visage standing on the other side. She gasped, "Who are you? Are you hurt?" He answered, "My name is Martin of Bremen. I have just talked to your companion. He had been badly hurt!" "You must take me to him immediately!" she cried. But Martin had a very different purpose in mind for this visage. With the harsh voice of command he told her "I don't think you are in any position to make demands, slut!" "Please!" she beseeched, badly frightened by the situation.
"You shouldn't worry about Wolkor. He will survive his wounds and hopefully be much wiser for it. I would be much more concerned with what is going to happen to you!"
Her worst fears realized, Lady Katrina instantly screamed and tried to slam the door shut. He easily forced the door back open before she could set the latch. Lady Katrina continued to scream as Martin forced her down to her knees with a painful grip on her neck and shoulder. With his free hand he began tearing away her robes of concealment. "Your Companion is a good man. He is much too good to be free companion to the likes of you!" He jeered She begged him to go away, promising "I will do anything!" "I know you will!" He mocked her, "The first thing you are going to do is declare yourself my slave." Suddenly a small voice shouted from the corner of the room, "You leave my Mommy alone!" He looked at the child and said gently, "No, I think it is time you found out what your mommy really is!" Lady Katrina cried out in horror at that prospect, "Oh no! Just take me into another room. Don't do this in front of him. I beg you!" Martin demanded, "Do you swear your submission to me?" She didn't hesitate, answering, "Yes. I, Lady Katrina of Ar, swear that I am the slave of the one who is known to me as Martin of Bremen. Just take me in another room." She received a slap. He said, "Don't give me orders, Slave!" He took a collar concealed in his robes and snapped the collar around her neck. And then he added, "Your name is now Ayeka! Do you understand?" She cried out, "Yes, Master!" He ordered, "Say it again so that you son can hear it!" She wept, "My name is Ayeka. I am your slave!" "Good! You are learning." He remarked. Martin took a small vile from out of his tunic. He uncorked it and ordered her, "Drink it all. Drink it down." "Yes, Master!" she sobbed, and then obeyed him. She winced at the bitter taste. He then forced her to floor. Pulling her legs apart he presented his sex between her thighs. She cried, "Take me to another room. Please! You promised." She received another slap. He hissed, "I did nothing of the sort, Slave!" and entered her. She cried out, "Run, Thamie! Run!" as he began to pump. She received another slap for her efforts. Suddenly Martin felt a couple of small fists pounding on him. He heard Thammas' small voice crying, "You leave my mommy alone!" Martin chuckled at the child's audacity and continued to plunge himself into his female prey. She cried and whimpered with each thrust, so that little Thammas continued his ineffectual assault.
At last, Martin pumped his seed into his new slave. He withdrew from the weeping Ayeka. He then turned his attention to the boy. With one hand he picked the frightened lad off the floor. The boy still struggled and attempted to punch and kick him.
Suddenly Martin smiled a gentle smile and put him down. "You are too much for me, young man, I surrender." He told the red-faced mite. "What?" cried the child, who was now very confused. Martin answered, "You are brave and you refused to take orders from a slave girl. I give up." The boy shouted, "You get out of here. You leave my mommy alone!" Martin answered, "That I will. But remember I give her to you. She is your slave now. She belongs to you, not your father. Now tell me that you understand!" "You just leave!" cried the boy.
"Her name is Ayeka and she has to do anything you want her to do! She belongs to you! If you want sweets or a toy you can take her to a street of coins and she can turn it for you! Do you understand?"
The child cried, "Go away!" Martin turned his attention to the bruised, beaten woman. She had curled into a fetal position, moaning. He asked, "You understand, don't you!" She cried, "Yes, Master! He said, "Then tell me what you are, slut!" She looked up at him and said, "I am a slave girl. My name is Ayeka. I belong to Thammas, my son, to with what he pleases!" Martin added, "One more thing to remember: the slut who responsible for this is a slave named Pikachu. Do you understand? Say her name!" "Pikachu!" The raped woman moaned. She only wanted this nightmare to be over. Martin stood up and said, "One last thing. That serum I gave you was not Slave Wine. It is quite the opposite. If you are not carrying my child you soon will be. That child belongs to little Thammas also. If the child is male you are to free him. If she is female then little Thammas had gotten another slave. Do you understand?" Utterly shattered by this news, she could only whimper, "Yes, Master!" He said, "Oh, I almost forgot. I expect to see you around the city properly branded and wearing slave silks, if anything at all. If anybody asks you, you are the slave of your son. If you do not do this I will make a return visit. Next time I will not be so pleasant. Do you understand?" "Yes Master!" she wept bitterly.
* * * *
When Diana returned to the party, Clark had regained consciousness. He still looked weak as a baby. Morganna was busy sucking on his wound. His torso was slumped up against Kara's chest. She was stroking him and making reassuring sounds.
"Morganna, should you not be a little down and to the left?" Diana asked archly. Morganna ignored her and continued to suck. Clark looked up and asked, "Who is your friend?" "Just somebody I met in a past life." the Amazon Princess answered. "I figure he might be able to answer some questions once he wakes up and comes under the effects of my golden lasso." Suddenly Morganna set up. In her lips was a bright glowing, green slug. She spit it out and exclaimed, "I got it!"
"Do you expect us to believe that you just sucked that slug out of our Master's body?"
Morganna answered, "You can believe what you want. But I guarantee you that my oral skills are incredible. A smart woman never admits her true age, but you would not believe how much time I've had to perfect them." She paused and then asked, "Did you get them all?" Diana answered that one had escaped. "Mighty careless of you!" Morganna commented dryly. Diana answered, "You might not believe this, but I don't like killing." Morganna answered, "You would be surprised about my attitudes, as well, Amazon. Remember, despite all those stories I am a healer, not a killer," "Would you have killed him if you were in my place?" Diana queried. "I was not there, so what I would have done is irrelevant." Then Morganna reverted to that spooky cryptic way of speaking. "He was a part of the Dance. Now he is not. Perhaps it is better this way." Diana placed her prisoner on the ground. "What about him? Is he still part of the dance?" Suddenly the air around him rippled and in little more than a second the man disintegrated in flame-like flash of blue. Most of the party gasped in horror. Morganna merely raised her eyebrow and said, "Under the circumstances, I would say not." "What happened!" cried Kara. Morganna said, "It is a standard fate of people who defy the Sardar's Technology Edicts." Diana quickly slipped the helmet off her head, and threw it from her. "Perhaps they just did not want him to answer any questions," she suggested "It would have been easier for them to just zap us all, so why did they not?" noted Clark. "I think this was a warning. We made an agreement when I came here and this is their way of telling me that I had better keep that agreement. It is an object lesson, so to speak."
"So do you think this is the Priest Kings doing?"
"It could have just as easily been the Kurri."
Diana spoke up, "No. I heard two of them talking. They were talking about going back to the Sardar." "So why don't they just kill us?" Kara asked "Why send human agents against us armed with earth weapons?" Perhaps in their minds this is not a violation of your pact." Superman speculated. "They did not attack us. They did not use their technology against us." "But where did they get Kryptonite bullets?" asked Kara. Diana threw Clark an empty cartridge. "Look at the bottom." She instructed. "Does that answer your question?" Clark looked at the bottom of the cartridge. Stamped in it were the letters D O D. "Department of Defense." he translated. "Are you saying that our own government made those bullets?" Kara asked. She was incredulous and indignant at the same time. Clark was calm. "I am not surprised. A former friend of mine once told me, 'You know Clark, if I was part of the United States government I would pray my thanks every night that you were on our side, but I would keep a box of Kryptonite bullets around just in case.' It would seem he was right; they did exactly that."
Pikachu knelt beside the dying man. Lois propped him up and Pikachu allowed his head pressed against his bosom. He smiled and coughed out, "I am a lucky man to die in your embrace. Pikachu wept, "Please don't say that! Please!" But as she spoke the man who had died to save her from Martin breathed his last. She continued to cry for a long time afterwards.
* * * *
Two days later, Wonder Woman looked down at her old friend and colleague with amused compassion. His wound was painful even to him, but no longer serious now that Morganna had used her witchcraft to draw out the shards of Kryptonite from his flesh. She remembered their joint history now, and with those memories had come every emotion he had ever inspired in her.
The capacity for memory is a funny thing. Diana of Themyscira remembered everything now; her true lifetime's experience and the false lifetime of Mul-Delta, Gorean passion slave. Most vividly of all, she remembered her soul's journey on Gor, the progression from captive super heroine to resigned half-broken chamber slave to fighting slave in love with her Master to free companion to abjectly servile pleasure slave to hunted outlaw to contented slave of the wounded man being tended by the former Morgan le Fay
"Stop being a baby, Master. You wouldn't want your fans in Metropolis to know that the great Superman was in tears about a little scratch." At his incredulous look she added. What's the matter? Has the ace reporter from Smallville forgotten the time that Plastic Sam borrowed your secret identity so that Clark Kent could interview the whole JLA in a single camera take?"
"Diana? You're back!
"I was never gone, you gullible rock-head. I told you Wonder Woman was gone because I thought you might be the Priest Kings' assassin. I figured that if you thought I was just an Amazon in a collar you would underestimate me. You fell for it like a stone."
"I figured that out the day you wore your tiara and gave me your lasso to use. I also figured out that you used it first to play with my mind. I'm not a total idiot, you know."
"Then why didn't you say something?
"Because I had been fantasizing about having you in my collar for a while and it was so much fun watching you play docile pet to my Gorean male.
"Not as much fun as I had being that docile slave girl. Do you have any idea what an ideal master you make, especially in the furs? The woman you purchased had and still has a kajira's mentality toward men strong enough to be her master. The Priest Kings explained to me that it's a genetic imprint from the godlike race that created the Amazons.
When Superman, asked her what she meant by that remark, Diana explained that the Priest Kings had discovered that Homo sapiens had been genetically crafted to eventually become a servant race for a group of aliens called the Founders. The Olympians her people worshipped were a subgroup of that race of star system-conquering humanoids. The Amazons and the original Warrior caste of Gor were among the most advanced of their creations. "Because we were the most powerful of their future servants, we were also the most dangerous." Diana remarked. "That's why we were issued these special bracelets and implanted with strong predilections for bondage sex and slave submission."
"So what does that make you, Diana?"
"It makes me a genetically engineered breeder of super-soldiers with the heart and powers of a super hero and the sex drive of a natural slave girl. A sex drive which, I hasten to add has been fully awakened by her experience of being used as a kajira by a cyborg with super-soldier genes of his own. I fell in love with Jaros almost immediately. My body instantly craved his and my mind went along for the ride. I wanted to be his slave girl forever and my body actually began morphing from super heroine to mother-in-waiting. His slave girl began ovulating once a week. Her womb filled with blood. And her breasts swelled and began secreting milk. The only way to stop it was for me to take the gold bracelets off, or choose death over continued slavery."
"So where do we go from here?" Superman asked her.
"That is entirely up to you. You are Tima's master. You can have the yellow slaver's rope back this minute; you need only command your girl to give to you.
"Stop talking about yourself in the slave voice. You are Diana of Themyscira. Your people loathe slavery in every form. The game is over."
"Oh Clark, It hasn't all been just a game. I really didn't remember you at first, and after that it was only from dreams and what Kara was telling me about your life on Earth and mine. My people probably oppose slavery so adamantly because so many remember years as female slaves on Earth and Gor. We resent slavery to those weaker than ourselves even as we secretly yearn for the right masters. I have been almost deliriously happy these past days. I can't thank you enough for that. "
"You are welcome, old friend. Very welcome."
"So what comes next, Master?"
"Don't call me that. You are no man's slave. "
"Oh yes, I am, Clark of Kent. You paid for me and I made a formal oath of submission to you. And don't even think about freeing me. Two-thirds of this planet is after my blood, and the only real protection I have are the false slave records that Justina and Monica forged for me."
"None of that matters. The Larl Women of Gor is no man's slave."
"Except when she chooses to be, Master." Diana pointed out "And she has chosen to remain the full slave of Superman from Metropolis so long as she remains on Gor." They stared at each other for a long moment, neither flinching, and neither prepared to give in easily on this topic. Then Diana looked over at Morganna, who had been looking increasingly amused as the super heroes argued. Diana abruptly declared the discussion closed. "I think too much has already been said on this topic. You are now going to lie there quietly and heal at your usual super-fast rate while your girls faun all over you, or else you will be tied in my stolen slaver's lasso and ordered to lay there while I give you the most excruciatingly drawn-out blowjob of your life."
Superman made a bad mistake; he called her bluff. The former Mul Delta proved tireless, determined, and very skilled at giving pleasure without causing climax. Five Gorean hours later, he came so hard the geyser sent his Amazon slave girl flying backward into the tent wall. When she got to her feet they were both splattered in his cum.
"Let's go for a swim," she offered. It sounded like a hell of an idea. His muscles were stiff from the lasso-enforced immobility.
Clark watched Wonder Woman very carefully as she walked in front of him, but he saw no change in her posture or movements from two days before. Only her clothing and manner of speech had become less slave-like. Diana wore a warrior's red tunic belted with her girdle of power. Her tiara was on her head as an auxiliary weapon, and a familiar-looking glowing golden rope was on one hip. The white metal bracelets had morphed themselves into wider golden bracers that could stop sword thrusts, bullets and laser blasts.
In the past days her body had fully rejected the modifications Monica had made to it. Her hair was again long, wavy, and raven-black. Her eyes were again blue and her skin an unblemished alabaster. She was the most desirable woman he had ever seen, and no matter what she said, he was no longer her master. Clark was, on the other hand, a man who now well knew the delights that body could give him and one absolutely determined to continue enjoying it as her lover.
Supergirl had proven to be the best fuck any man with his abilities and limitations could possibly imagine. What he felt for Kara was great lust filtered through strong avuncular concern for her emotional and physical wellbeing. What he was coming to feel for Diana was very different. It was akin to what he had felt for Lois Lane. And yet it was different because this woman had lived the same sort of double life that he had been living for so many years. There was a feeling of kinship with Wonder Woman he could never feel for Lois.
Both as Clark Kent and as Superman, he was a man of action because actions spoke louder than words. As a reporter his stories were always intended to bring about change. He decided that actions were better than words when it came to expressing his feelings for Diana. She had just given him hour after hour of incredible pleasure and sweet torment. It was time to return the favor.
He heard the splash almost before he realized that Wonder Women had not stopped to disrobe before somersaulting into the cool pond. Without thinking, he emulated her from 60 feet away, rising into the air with a super powered leap and stopping his rotation just in time to finish with a head first dive into water that turned out to be only three feet deep at his point of entry.
Diana had popped her head above the water just in time to see her trick work better than she had anticipated. Superman hit the water with sufficient force to plunge him headfirst into the muddy bottom up to his waist. Only his feet were above the water line. She doubled over in laughter. Suddenly her mouth filled with water as a hand on her ankles yanked her down into the muck beneath the pond.
Their wrestling match was furious, its object being control over the slaver's lasso. Both of them were winded and equally muddy when it ended, but Superman was chuckling at the sight of six feet one inches of mud-covered Amazon enclosed in the glowing yellow rope. With Diana under compulsion to do whatever he asked, he contemplated his next move. "Wash me off, he ordered. And Diana began cupping water in both hands to wish the muck from his hair. After two such showers he told her "Not that way. Rinse out your tunic and use it for a rag. Leave your belt on."
She lifted the tunic over her head without hesitation, revealing her bounteous breasts, tiny waist, flat tummy, and sleek hips to his eyes. The very white skin of her hour-glass torso was in starkly erotic contrast to the brown of her face and arms.
With a lover's gentle touch she brushed the makeshift rag against his face, tracing his lips and the line of chin. This face was dear to Diana. Not only as a friend of long-standing but as the man who now filled her nights with ecstasy and occupied her thoughts much of the day. Their eyes met for a long breathless moment and she asked herself "how many years have I been secretly a little in love with this man? Did I fall out of love with Steve Trevor the day I learned he was also Clark Kent" She didn't know. She only knew that a long- standing daydream was becoming reality. Unless she had misread her Master, Clark of Kent had been falling in love with his slave, Tima. Now there was every chance that Superman and Wonder Woman would become lovers at last.
Impatient for what would come next, Diana cleaned her Master's arms and neck with quick brusque strokes, and then reached up to untie one shoulder of his scribes' robes. She guided them down into the water and then gave her attentions to the broad shoulders and deep chest that never ceased to thrill her.
"Stop," he ordered "Give me your tunic. Hold still."
Diana followed each order without need of the compulsion of the lasso, which had fallen into the water, forgotten in the intensity of their concentration on each other. This was her chosen Master: she did not want a choice in following Clark's orders. She stood quivering in expectation as he cleaned the muck from her body: first her arms, then her neck, and finally her face. And then at last he pulled her to him in order to kiss her.
It was a butterfly kiss across her mouth, a kiss of gentle persuasion. She responded to its tantalizing promise by wrapping her arms around his neck and parting her lips in expectation of more. She sighed, a small sound of pleasure and waited, as a well-trained slave girl is taught to do, for her master to claim her lips more fully. She was fully aroused already, the feel of his hands on her body as he cleaned had filled her loins with female lubrication, but she wanted Clark to continue to use her body as a master uses as slave so she let him control the pace of love making.
He did not disappoint her. He took her chin captive in one super powered hand and advanced the kiss another cautious degree. When his tongue explored her lips and teeth, hers darted out to touch and taste before withdrawing.
Now that he was certain of her receptiveness, Clark surprised her by releasing her chin and spinning her around before pulling her back against him. Her bottom felt the heat of his hard sex and her shoulders were against the hardness of his chest. She moaned in acquiescence and let her head fall backward against his shoulders. His head tilted down to claim her mouth once again. This time his tongue parted her teeth to dual with hers for possession of that wet cavity.
Meanwhile, hands claimed the bounty that was now open to him, the highest and firmest D-cup breasts in the Solar System. His big palms cupped them and raised them still higher as this long thumbs and forefingers played with her long rock-hard nipples. Her sighs of pleasure quickly gave way to moans of passion. He lifted his head to watch her lovely face in her pleasure and better gage her level of desire.
When at last he judged it time, his left hand slid down the satiny skin of her belly and under the water. First his fingers simply stroked the sensitive hollow of her hip and toyed with the dark curls of her loins. Then he parted her lips and two fingers began to burrow inside her. At the same time, he gave the nipple he was fingering a gentle squeeze.
Diana came. It was a sharp stab of pleasure that began in her lower brain and rippled through her body. She gave a small shriek of pleasure. It lasted only a few second but it left her feeling relaxed and yet eager for more.
Encouraged by this immediate responsiveness, Clark's hands continued to ravish her loins and bosom. He began kissing her upturned lips, taking her moans of rising passion into his open mouth as his tongue penetrated that warm, wet cavity in time with the fingers now working in and out of her tighter cavity below. She convulsed briefly in a second climax and then subsided. He worked a third finger into her body and continued.
Clark was being nothing but gentle and considerate but in her mind Diana was completely under his control. The fantasy was spurring her body to longer and deeper orgasms the more he teased her G-spot with his finger tips and rubbed her clit with his palm. Her hands rested passively at her sides, awaiting her master's command to pleasure him. As a willing slave, she let her Master's tongue take possession of her mouth and his hands claim her womanhood and breasts. Saying her thoughts into silent words in her head drove her to small orgasm after small orgasm. This was what her body was made for, the sexual consummation of love.
Clark did not tire; he continued pleasuring her to the point where he could bear to wait no longer. Diana body had practically turned to liquid in his hands, but she continued to writhe and moan in renewed pleasure if he thumbed her clit or squeezed her nipple more strongly. The feel of her baby-soft skin and the resilient mounds of her bottom pressed against his upright shaft had driven him to a state of arousal comparable that in the tent earlier in the day. He was hard as a rock and aching to put it inside her juicing tunnel.
Diana felt irresistibly powerful arms spin her to face him and then crush her to him in a kiss that made her head spin. He lifted her easily and she locked her legs around his waist. Then feeling his hands on the cheeks of her bottom she leaned back to give his lips access to her breast. Access he claimed as his right even as he positioned her onto his shaft. He slid into her to entrance to her womb and then held still. He felt like flesh-covered stone inside her.
Now it was Diana's turn to give pleasure. She rippled her abdomen in the motions of the slave dances she had been taught. Her fingers stroked his chest. The water and his hands under her buttocks supported her weight. She shifted her hips from side to side and was rewarded with a groan of pure pleasure from her partner**. "Tell me what you are feeling." She demanded, and he told her that she felt like a slick, wet, pulsing fist.**
"You feel like wet velvet against my walls, Master, wet velvet around a core of steel. I feel that you will come out my throat if you thrust any deeper and yet the feeling of being filled is so wonderful that I want it to go on forever.
"I want you to come around me, Diana. I want to feel your body's vibrations from the inside and the outside.' With those words he pulled out a little and then began to slowly rock back into her. He rested one hand on her lower belly and put the other hand to her mouth. She immediately began to kiss and suck at his fingers. He watched her excitement level build and build from the stroking within her, then leaned down and took a nipple in one hand and the other in his mouth. She was being stimulated vaginally, clitorally, orally, and on both breasts. Her cry of pleasure was music to his ears.
With Diana floating in the pond at just the right height to be entered, both parties had great freedom of movement. With Diana still wearing her belt of power neither seemed to tire so the pleasuring went on and on. Superman came and the sensation of a fountain within her womb gave Diana a deeply satisfying vaginal orgasm. To his surprise and their mutual pleasure he remained hard, and that allowed her to tense and flex her inner muscles around him to provide spasm after spasm of pleasure for them both.
At last she told him "Clark, you don't feel so rigid inside me now. Your girl would like to feel what it's like to be taken the way you take Kara."
Curious at what it would feel like, he began working his still sensitized cock in and out of her body vigorously. He wanted to scream with the intensity of the pleasure. She was slick and soft inside but clenched down on his semi-flaccid staff with muscles of amazing strength and dexterity. The pleasure lessened after a few minutes but not his excitement. He began stroking faster and deeper.
Diana's fantasy of a being a slave girl swept away by an overpowering master eventually gave way to one of being a mother to Clark's children. She pictured her breasts swelling again with milk and cupped them in her hands to offer them up to him. Instead, he instructed her to work on them while he rested one hand on her loins and cupped her buttocks with the other.
Diana began to suckle herself then yelped as she felt a fingertip probe her bottom hole, and then penetrate to the first knuckle. "Oh my god. Oh my God. OH MY GOD!" she thought as his hips began rocking at a jackhammer pace. She came and then did not stop coming as climax rolled into climax. She didn't realize it, but her body's spasms only increased her lover's pleasure and excitement. Clark was enjoying what was far and away the best fuck of his life. "This might even be the greatest fuck of all time," he mused. Wonder Woman had begun wailing like the greatest porn star in the Universe as she bucked and writhed in his grasp. He could feel the sperm still building up within his nuts and that meant he could go on and on. He had a woman who craved his sex as much as he craved hers and she was enjoying being taken like the lowest whore by the Man of Steel.
Eventually a new inspiration struck him and he bent down to claim her lips and suck the air from her lungs in a kiss. When he breathed out she exploded in her wildest climax yet.
"Use me more Clark," she pleaded, all but incoherent in her rapture. "Fill your slut to the guts with your hard cock, ride her until she is sore inside and fights to get away, then pump her with your sperm. I want your sperm, Clark. I want to feel that geyser inside me again."
He had thought he would go on for another half hour, but her words triggered his thoughts and his thoughts triggered the muscles in his prostate area. He felt his balls contract and his buttocks clench. He rammed himself in as deep as he could go and began to spurt.
"I feel you inside me like a pulsing fire hose, Master. Your seed is filling my womb. I love you." she whispered through a kiss that seemed to suck Clark's own feelings to the surface.
"I love you, too, my Diana. I always will."
To his bemusement, she said nothing in response to his confession. Wonder Woman had drifted off to sleep with her lips locked to his and her tireless pussy still clutching at his manhood. He looked up at the sky and broke into laughter. He had been having sex for the better part of the day. Five hours on his back and another three in the pond. Then Clark's laughter stilled: in all this day he had not once thought of Lois.
Two Months later
The slave girl who had once been a staff photographer for the Daily Planet was feeling horny again that morning. For the umpteenth time the pony slave Cricket cursed the fact the only sexual relief ever granted to her was to be allowed to ride the handle of a whip after a victory. Cricket had never yet lost a race, but since she was now the Champion of Brundisium, Port Kar, and a dozen towns and cities along the River Vosk, challengers had become hard to find. That was one reason her Mistress was taking her in the direction of Ar, where champions from all over civilized Gor would be competing in the inaugural Spring Festival races.
Although she did not realize it immediately, Cricket's rescue had begun the day before, during a race in which she had been forced to fully exert herself to beat an enslaved panther girl. It had been a 5000-kilometer race and Cricket had not been able to run the shorter brunette into the ground with a fast early pace as she had expected to do. As she was working the whip handle against her engorged clitoris, a flash of gold in the crowd caught her eye.
It was a slave girl with gold bracelets, and cornflower yellow hair. She was pointing and jumping up and down excitedly. Flanking her were a very tall classic beauty with short brown curls and an exotic-looking woman with extremely long raven-black tresses The taller one looked familiar, but Cricket could not immediately place the face. Then the tall man behind the three slaves turned the exited one to face him and picked her up to kiss passionately. When he put her back on the ground, he and his party slipped back into the crowd.
Cricket shook herself; "If I didn't know better, I would swear that I just saw Superman kissing Supergirl with a blonde Wonder Woman smiling in approval. I must be more exhausted than I thought."
That was in the past now for Cricket. This morning she was in show and work pony mode. She was pulling her owner in a gilded white carriage. Lady Viveena ordered her to stop so that she could converse with an acquaintance, who was also visiting Ar's Station. The way Cricket was tied that day; she could move her head and shoulders but not her hands or arms. She scanned the street for anything of interest while she waited and so she noticed a golden-haired pale-skinned kajira walking close beside a much taller free woman wearing exquisitely embroidered green robes of concealment.
Of course it was impossible to tell exactly what the female physician's body was like, but the robes were both tighter on her body and more diaphanous than was the usual fashion. She and her slave both walked with hip sway vaguely reminiscent of a stripper on a runway. Once they were close enough, Cricket observed that physician's veil was both concealing and revealing violet eyes, a straight nose, perfect cheek bones, and full lips. Her slave beside her had a very ornately decorated golden collar, and her wrists and ankles were encased in three sets of bracelets. Otherwise, she was stark naked.
When she noticed the intense blue of the golden-haired girl's eyes and the lushness of her darker blonde eyebrows and lashes Cricket realized why the slave looked so familiar to her. Morgan Croft had photographed Supergirl in action more than once. Though the two women had never met, Kara Zor-El in her teens and early twenties had been the embodiment of blonde beauty before her complete disappearance and presumed demise.
"If Supergirl is here on Gor then there is hope of rescue after all" she realized. Cricket tried to cry out in recognition, but since she was a pony slave all that emerged from her mouth was a loud series of whinnies.
Kara and Morganna might have passed by the ornate carriage without further incident had not a coin girl began to cry out in slave orgasm on the other side of the crowded narrow street. The former Supergirl froze in place and began to quiver at the sound and smell of great sex. Her face expressed her longing. Cricket knew that expression and the feelings that evoked it all too well.
A passing leather worker also knew what was seeing. He grabbed Supergirl with one hand in her shining golden locks and kissed her quite thoroughly while his other hand groped her crotch. Kara melted into the kiss, entwining her arms around his neck to prolong it. In a matter of seconds she convulsed in orgasm.
Suddenly the woman in green was attacking the man enjoying her slave's charms. He tried to fend her off and in the process dislodged her veil, revealing a silver collar at her throat. A murmur of shock went up from the spectators, and the chestnut-haired woman sank to her knees and lowered her face to the pavement, shaking with fear. Supergirl moved in front of her friend to protect her, in the process assuming her trademark stance. This time the crowd broke into laughter.
"Look at that! The slut has a woman's nub three inches long!" Someone pointed out. "What do you think would happen if we play with it a little?" Another youth asked. "It grew in my hand while I fingered it" the leather worker volunteered.
As if coordinated by telepathy, five men simultaneously launched themselves at Supergirl. Cricket expected to see bodies flying but instead the men used the two slave girls as fuck toys until city guardsmen arrived to break up their little games. Both Supergirl and the slave who was a dead wringer for Wonder Woman with dyed hair endured it all without protest. In fact, they seemed to be egging their rapists on. Cricket/Morgan Croft saw everything that happened except for the look of interest and lust behind her Mistress's multiple veils.