The Princess and the Mercenary: Conclusion

Author: Westral
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Wonder Woman becomes a prisoner of the Priest Kings of Gor.

DISCLAIMER: This is not a work for profit. The world of Gor and all its inhabitants are the copyrighted property of John Norman. Wonder Woman and any other DC character mentioned herein is the copyrighted property of DC Comics. No part of this work may be sold or rented in any format for any purpose. It is a parody, intended strictly for entertainment purposes.

The story so far: The cyborg warrior Jaros was bringing Wonder Woman to his masters, the Priest Kings of Gor. He was robbed of his slave and left to die in the wilderness. As the action begins he is literally up a tree with a giant Gorean lion waiting below to eat him

Terminology: A kajira is a female slave. An Ahn is a Gorean hour; Ehns and Ihns are minutes and seconds (roughly speaking.) A passang is a unit of distance somewhere between a kilometer and a mile. A tarn is a giant bird.

SECTION IV: JOURNEYS END

Mercenary:

With a cry of battle a diving tarn sinks its beak and talons into the back of the larl. A cacophony of snarls and caws fills the air as the greatest Aerial predator of Gor tries to slay the larl or at least drive it away from a source of food. The injured Jaros isnt watching the fight. He dares not do anything except try desperately to work his way higher up the tree trunk where he can reach a new branch to which to cling. He is very seriously injured and every motion is agony to him, or would be if he were not using his newfound mental powers to block out the pain from his consciousness.

Then he hears a different sound. It is a song of battle in a language not heard on Gor in thousands of years. The familiar feminine voice grates on his very nerve endings just as happened every time Diana sung for him. The larl answers with its own battle cry and in Jaros imagination he sees his Diana buffeted to unconsciousness by a blow of its paws. In his reality he hears the larl cry out again, this time in rage and pain. Diana only sings louder.

At last, the only sounds in the meadow are the cry of a mortally wounded tarn and Dianas voice assuring the noble stead that he will fly again in the realm of Zeus very soon. He doesnt hear her footfalls, so her voice from below him takes him somewhat by surprise.

You had better let yourself down easy, Jaros, I dont have the strength to catch you if your simply let yourself fall from that great a height

Her voice is tart but affectionate, as if he were a naughty child to be chastened for climbing a tree to forbidden heights. He almost feels like a naughty child. He had run away from danger, and as a result his woman had faced it in his place. His slave girl has somehow killed a larl, which he had feared to face.

When he reaches the ground and turns to face her, he sees not a kajira but a tall broad-shouldered warrior covered in blood. Only the gold collar on her long graceful neck gives away Dianas identity. She stands like a man and carries a sword and claw-marked shield. Her eyes are hard behind the helmet, which conceals the rest of her face.

Free me, she orders him.

He has no remaining energy with which to stand so he sits on the grass in the cross-legged position of a Gorean male. Why would I do that? he responds once he has made himself somewhat comfortable.

Because it is in your Codes, warrior of Tharna. When you save a womans life she belongs to you. I have saved yours. We cannot be each others slave so instead I ask you for my own life back.

The analogy is a good one but the Codes do not apply in that way when the warriors life is saved. I owe you nothing but gratitude and hospitality, both of which you shall have in full measure, Diana. I love you. I dare not free you.

In that case I will kill you, Jaros.

Do you really believe that you can strike a fatal blow against the man you have called Master? At the man with whom you shared your soul during slave orgasm?

No, I cant. she concedes. But after the way you treacherously attacked me in my sleep the other night, I can easily walk away and let you die here. You have neither food nor shelter nor any way of procuring them before nightfall. In your condition you cannot survive the coming storm.

Doubtless that is true, but I will not revoke my oath, nor will I be foresworn. I would rather be dead soon than live on knowing that my actions doomed you to perpetual slavery to loveless masters not even of your species.

Jaros, my beloved Master, I beseech you. I cannot live as a slave, even as your slave. I can swallow my pride and pretend to be a slave to you for your convenience and pleasure from time to time, but I cannot bear to think of myself as a property animal. Nor can I bear the knowledge that an entire society regards me that way, with never a moment of the respect or the companionship of equals. She pauses for breath and then continues:

I love you for the warrior you are, Jaros of Gor. Yet no matter that it breaks my heart to do so, I will leave you here and seek out the Panther Girls if that is the one only way I can live as a free Woman on this backward misogynistic world of yours. If my people ever lived here it is no wonder that they have collectively chosen to forget.

He weighs her words very carefully against the Codes he has lived by for three centuries. He decided there is nothing else to do. If she tries to travel without him his oath to protect her is worthless and there is no way to stop her from leaving except to give her legal freedom.

Very well, my love. Diana is no longer a slave; she is free. I swear to her that I will protect her to the best of my abilities, which are admittedly very limited at the moment. I have deluded myself about you long enough. Samos warned me that you were more warrior than passion slave. I should have recognized the insight of an experience slaver. Forgive me, Lady Diana. And then the mercenary adds. By the way, how in the world did you manage to steal the tarn and the bounty hunters weapons?

As she tends his wounds, she tells him. Praise the Priest Kings, he mutters. I wonder which one of them threw the switch.

Does it matter? she asks and he replies that it might make a great deal of difference. The Sardar is not monolithic. Some of the High Council considers me more of a useful tool than a threat to their order. Others are averse to any unnecessary risks, of which I am one. To that faction my long service means nothing; I am a dangerous animal who should be destroyed. Earlier today I think I found out why they feel that way about me. If I were certain that the Sardar is not listening now I would tell you about it."

Her face and voice are compassionate and also contrite, You fear them so greatly, Jaros. That is not like you. You are normally so full of courage and confidence that its annoying.

I entered the Sardar Mountains that way. Not even the larls guarding their entrance could deter me from my purpose. I wanted a reckoning for the loss of my love. Instead, I met with technology and power completely beyond my imagination, let alone my experience. The Nest was in its prime in those days. I struck at the first Priest King who refused me answers, but I was unable to kill him. Instead, dozens of shave-headed male slaves, the Nest calls them muls, came running to restrain and sedate me.

When I awakened, I was alone with a beautiful woman with strangely colored eyes. I tried to leave the chamber and discovered that the power of the Priest Kings prevented me from doing so. I still have no idea how. It was like a wall of solid air. The blonde woman was unnaturally strong, and she was as cruel to me as she was beautiful to the eye. She was able to beat me in hand-to-hand combat easily and she required me to call her 'Mistress' and serve as her chamber slave for months and months.

The experience was made worse by my discovery that in the adjoining chamber, Callista of Tharna, my former free companion, was working her wiles to humble man after man the Priest Kings were sending to her. I spoke to her and she scorned my futile effort to rescue her. After that, she made it a point to be as vocal as possible when making love to the men she putatively was serving.

Diana puts her arms around Jaros. She speaks with great earnestness. I am sorry for your pain, Jaros. She was a great fool not to love you as I have come to do. What happened next?

One of the Priest Kings, his name was Kusk, came to see me in my prison chamber. He explained the source of the womans power and offered me still greater power if I would agree to serve the Priest Kings as she did. He also offered me the option of being dissected by him for study. He actually seemed surprised I did not select that option. It turns out I was simply too ignorant to give it proper consideration.

Diana looked surpised by his bitterness. She asked, Is being a cyborg that bad? I thought you enjoyed being invincible.

What I am is a probe for those who defeated me completely, a puppet with no privacy. Even my thoughts can be monitored from the control room, although I understand that capacity was largely lost as a result of the Nest War. It doesnt matter; I long since reached the point that I reflexively act as if they are listening.

Since the death of Sarm and the creation of a new High Council to the Mother that includes some humans, I have been generally urged and prodded on the Sardars business rather than used as puppet. But sometimes what I want desperately conflicts with Nest policy, and they chose to humble me.

Leaving you in that pit to die was their decision. I swear that. I didnt agree with it at the time yet from their point of view I can see why they did it. They kept me in a sort of sleep-like state right up until the point they saw your empty chains in the urt pit. Then they woke me up, filled me in on the situation, and ordered me to deal with the resulting mess.

Could you really have handed me over to Lurius?

No, I would have assassinated him while his attention was fixed on you before I let him torment you anymore. The only way out I could think of was to use less than my full abilities and let you beat the stuffing out of me in Telnus while taking care not to break your arm or your jaw in the process (or let you beak mine.) I was never so glad of anything as when my enhanced vision saw you climbing out of the tharlarion infested waters onto a round ship.

And then they laughed in relief, and in shared past grief and pain. She kissed him and he kissed back but this time what they share is more compassion than lust. It is a loving exchange and Jaros feels the difference in Dianas mind glow. He basks in the emotion her feelings inspire in him. He loves and is loved in return by a fellow warrior. It is a novel concept, but far from an unpleasant one. He wonders why he never thought such a thing was possible, let alone desirable. I have been the worlds greatest fool.

To his amazement, her thoughts reply to his*. You wont get me to disagree with you about that, my love. But you take my breath away just the same. Now tell me, Jaros: which way is the Sardar and how do get there without our tarn?*

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Mercenary and Princess:

The Sardars Gate of No Return opens wide enough to allow the man and the woman to pass through the palisade around the lifeless Sardar Mountains. Nothing grows on these slopes, and no animal save man is allowed to enter this domain of the rulers of Gor. It is traditional to enter alone, but Jaros had drawn his sword on the Initiate who controlled the gate for Dianas right to enter side-by-side with her companion. His zeal is endearing to her and amusingly unnecessary, but she had not protested. Holding a spear, the Princess had scanned the onlookers for threats to her lovers back.

Weeks have passed since he freed her. He has twice offered to try using the submission artifact to cancel the subliminal command that she think of him as her master, but she refused each time, explaining that it made him more exciting to her during lovemaking. She also thinks that it may be useful when they reach the Sardar for her to fall easily and completely naturally back into the role of kajira to a Gorean warrior. They both know Dianas true status and that is good enough for her.

Jaros knows that his partner is just a woman now, and may never be anything supernormal again. He does not care; he still finds her extraordinary. She is enthusiastically submissive to him in the furs, then staunchly independent the rest of the day. She continues to fight fiercely and skillfully when threatened, yet tends his wounds with motherly care. The same woman who faced down a larl for his life is the one who sought comfort in his arms the night they discussed the probable results of their meeting with the Priest Kings. He cannot imagine how anyone could love more powerfully or deeply than he loves Diana of Themyscira, or being loved more greatly than she seems to love him. Her face had lit up like the sun when he had asked her to exchange the pledges of free companionship.

The trail through the Sardar wilderness is familiar to him even though he only walked it once before. The terrain and weather are harsh, but no worse than what they endured to escape the Voltai on foot together. That experience bonded them together in a way that sex alone could not accomplish. They had nearly died of exposure the first week; it had snowed and they had no shelter. Their only suitable item of clothing was the pelt of the larl she had killed; the bounty hunters had taken everything else of value.

As a team they had hunted and fished and prepared camps and meals. They fought off outlaws side-by-side as battle companions. They had even scaled a mountain pass. Neither could have made that journey alone. Jaros had his mighty arms but one leg is barely functional and the other is still healing the tendons torn by Dianas kick in their bout on the docks of the capital city of Cos.1 Dianas abdominal muscles arre so badly damaged she has trouble drawing full breaths.2 They suspect a hernia or puncture in her diaphragm as well. Yet as a team they had triumphed over each new obstacle in order to come at last to the Fair of the Sardar and its Great Gate into the Sardar.

On their fourth day in the Sardar they stop before a blank wall of rock. The Priest Kings once kept larls chained here, Jaros comments, the most magnificent white-furred beasts you can imagine. They were male and female and each pair bred their successors through the centuries. They were spectacular. And were so frightening that many died simply because they feared to pass between the chained beasts. Those who turned away would die in this wilderness. We saw their bones along the trail.

What do we do now? she asks. She remembers what was in the John Norman novel, but Jaros had explained that much of that was nonsense. .

We wait. Somebody will eventually open the door for us. There is nothing like an Earth doorbell, but this space is monitored. They know we are here, slave girl.

Yes Master. May a girl make a suggestion? Diana was instantly in the role she knew all too intimately. In this case, fooling the Sardar would be just plain fun. They couldnt read her mind and Jaros will always think of her as his slave unless she chooses to remind him otherwise. The slavers rope can be a remarkably versatile tool in the hands of one as skilled in its use as Diana is.

Permission is granted. Jaros tells his kajira.

Perhaps my Master would like his kajira to keep him warm while he waits? Without waiting for a response, Diana presses herself against her companion/master. Their noses touch. His eyes ask a question. The merriment in hers provides the answer. He tilts his head slightly and their lips meet. Her tongue reaches out to tickle the mustache he has grown in their journey from the Voltai to the Sardar. She backs away, laughing.

He follows and the game is on. The name of the game is 'catch the girl.' The girl is immensely worthy of being captured and not unwilling to be caught. Yet she darts about the barren landscape, feinting and ducking to throw her master off.

After a few Ehn she finds herself pinned tightly against the rock wall, just where he wants her to be. This time she cannot pull away from his kiss, nor does she want to. Her mouth opens and her tongue stretches forth to slide against his. Simultaneously, one of his hands opens her larl pelt cloak to grip her shoulder. Her hands are playing with his belly and groin. Jaros groans. He is instantly hard. Diana has that effect on him every time.

He pictures her on the pelt beneath him, her legs spread in invitation to his sex, her splendid breasts held up to him in offering to his hands and lips. His sex grows still longer and harder. His hands slide from her shoulders down her back to cup her tight, but sweetly rounded, butt checks. She moans deep in her throat and raises one of her splendid long sleek legs up to his hip and curls it behind his buttocks. Her naked groin presses against his straining erection. She is moist, ready for his penetration.

They stand roughly the same height. There is no need to lift her into the

Air. She rises on tiptoe and his hand guides the head of his pole in between the nether lips her fingers are holding apart for him. He glides in easily and she shrieks in pleasure as his hard rod rubs against her engorged clitoris. She has always been a vocal participant in their joining. It is one of the reasons he is so mad to fuck her so much of the time.

He takes her roughly, as a master takes a slave girl. She is well up to his powerful use. Despite the loss of her Amazon powers of strength and injury repair, her cunt remains always tight yet slick for his use. The Amazon has been transformed into a fuck machine and Jaros is the lucky man in position to take advantage of it. She has been ovulating regularly of late, and the hormone level involved has made her an absolute marvel of sexual responsiveness and endurance.

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!! she wails, as he pumps in and out of the tightest, deepest pussy on Gor. She clamps down and releases in time to his thrusts, heightening the pleasure for both of them. Then he feels her finger probing his butt hole and returns the favor. She convulses in rapture but manages to keep up the rhythmic contractions of her vaginal walls. He feels his own climax coming. His staff is throbbing within her as she comes continuously now. Not for the first time he wishes that his sperm were fertile. He would like nothing more than for her to bear his child.

Dianas thoughts are completely incoherent now. Her last clear thought had been that this was her Master, and there was nothing she would not do for him if he will continue to bring her such pleasure. Her body ripples with waves of pleasure that reverberate from her loins to the base of her skull and back again and again. She screams an oath to Aphrodite, Goddess of love and clutches Jaros was all her strength, willing him to keep going. Her slave orgasm is in reach.

Jaros feels his male spunk surging into her welcoming depths and plunges two fingers deeply into her rectum. His mouth takes her in a masters kiss and Diana comes apart in his arms. She thrashes and screams Master! at the top of her lungs. She is HIS! And no power in all the heavens can change that.

SECTION FIVE: AN AMAZON VISITS THE SARDAR.

THE HIGH COUNCILMAN:

Tech 237 is watching the scene outside on a monitor. He sits in the chair that the ignorant think is a throne for a Priest King. A pregnant brown-haired slave girl kneels at his feet. Mul 708s hands and lips are caressing his sex gently. She wears a collar proclaiming her a slave of the Nest, but she knows that the man in the black stone chair before her is her absolute master.

Years ago Mul 708 came to the Sardar as a free woman, at the time of the Nest War. She was enslaved as all humans were at that time and then declared a permanent slave when she sided with the losing forces of Sarm. She first served for several years as a slave of one of the chambers reserved for new arrivals to the Sardar. One after another, the demanding males of Gor dominated and sexually conquered the female mul until she became a completely domesticated pleasure slave.

She was then unfit to serve as a test for the men who dared the Sardar wilderness to meet the Priest Kings face to face. As Mul 708 had become completely obedient to the Priest Kings and their human allies by then, she served them better as a simple collared slave, good for companionship and sexual gratification when the need arose. At that point Tech 237 had claimed her. Mul 708 is passionate yet submissive and extremely beautiful. It is a pleasure to own her. She has birthed Tech 237 one son so far. The boy will be raised as a free member of the Nest and might one day enjoy the power his father enjoys

The High Council of the Nest consists of six members, one more than the traditional number for the Priest Kings. Two Humans selected by the free humans of the Nest and Four Priest kings designated by the Mother serve on the council. With the passing of Misk to the pleasures of the Golden Beetle, Kusk is its current chairman. Tech 237 had led the technician muls whose long-term plot to take over the Nest had saved the planet from destruction during the aftermath of the Nest War. He and Kusks creation Al-Ka are the human members of the High Council to the Nest Mother.

With only two votes, the humans can make no changes in Nest policy without the concurrence of two Priest King members. But if even one Priest King agrees with the two humans the issue is either set aside for further study or referred to the young Mother if a decision is urgently needed. The insect-like Priest Kings retain their control of Gor, but Tech 237 is in many ways the most powerful human on the planet. His total control of the beautiful mul sucking his sex into her throat is a perquisite of that power.

One of the new High Councils first decisions had been what to do with the implanted ones. Misk had wanted to recall and free all of them. His human allies and Kusk had pointed out problems that would cause. It was decided to wait until the control room was back up and running before making a final decision. When that time came, the choice was put to the servants themselves: those with biological enhancements like Jaros generally chose not to have the nets removed. They enjoyed the added physical capacities involved.

The new policy is to implant faithful muls with long-term service in the Nest and send them out as voluntary spies into Human society. Meanwhile, those silly books about Gor proclaimed just the opposite, and so despite technical weaknesses in their aerial observation satellites over Earth, the Nest now possesses better intelligence about Earth than it had possessed before the Nest War.

When Mul 708 brings him to full pleasure, Tech 237 rises from the throne and she kneels before it with her arms resting on the seat so that he can take her from behind. Although he was raised as a mul, he knows he is the master of this woman and he takes her accordingly. He is demanding and insolent and rough and she responds to him as the slave she is, crying out her submission in a slave orgasm after only a few minutes. He is well rested and has already come once so he is able to continue, eventually forcing a yet more powerful yielding from her, one that temporarily deprives her of her senses.

Annoyed, he pulls out and then begins sodomizing her. With a cry of shock, Mul 708 revives. She quickly begins to obediently contract and relax her body around his sex until her Master ejaculates inside her tight back channel. She is good at this, for this was his preferred channel when her approaching childbirth made her slack. The slave girl is swelling again, this time with a girl-child. If the child is sufficiently intelligent, she will be trained as her brother will be and learn to operate and repair the machinery of the Nest. If not, then like her mother she will become a reward for service.

He pushes the button that will open the secret door in the rock wall and reseats himself on the chair under the Hall of Stars. Parp, who used to be the doorkeeper, once called it the most comfortable chair in the Sardar. As there are very few chairs at all on Gor the transplanted Englishman was quite possibly right.

Parp is dead and the task of doorkeeper was reassigned. Normally there is an implanted one on duty but that is not necessary in this case. Jaros himself is implanted. Besides that, he is friend to Tech 237 and the woman with him has been thoroughly enslaved by the Founders will sapping artifact. She doesnt know that if Jaros addresses her in a certain way, she will fall to her knees at her masters command and remain there until instructed to rise.

The high councilman watches his old colleague emerging from the lighted tunnel into the great domed hall. The sky is overcast today so that the room is lit by a diffuse bluish gray glow from the transparent dome. The Priest Kings never come here on sunlit days, but it is a popular gathering place for them on starry evenings. Its other purpose is the creation of a sense of the awe in the humans they plan to enslave. Two centuries ago is worked its effect on Jaros of Tharna. He saw it, and knew that no human builder could create a dome of glass one thousand yards in diameter.

Tech 237 never felt any such awe. He was born and raised in the underground city the Priest Kings carved out of the rock below the Sardar over the course of a million or more years. In the past years, he has been able to learn much more about who his parents were than he had before the Nest War.

His mother was a descendent of one of the special breeding females created by the Founders. The Nest records show that she ran away from her companion and sought the Nest. Her reasons were not recorded, they were considered unimportant. She was simply processed and assigned to various functions within the Nest over the centuries she lived here. Tech 237s father was of the Merchants, a slaver. He recognized the latent passion slave in his fellow mul and sought to exploit it. For his audacity he was sent to the disintegration chambers, but the female mul became pregnant before he was caught, After the birth, Tech 237s mother was likewise been sentenced to death. Tech 237 was raised to take her place as a technician-mul.

As a result of that accident the Nest policy for the next 1500 years was to implant a sterilizing device in the female muls and feed the male muls something in their gruel that suppressed erections. Only recently has breeding begun again.

The Nest War killed many of the muls and not a few of the Priest Kings. Even more muls had elected to go home during the period when Misk controlled the High Council. Many have returned after visiting their cities of origin, but it is clear that for the foreseeable future the Nest is going to be short-handed in its work of regulating Gor and fending off invaders such as the Kurii.

Because of the secret protocol between the Nest and the governments of Earth, replacements could only be acquired from Gor. As the number of fools passing through the Gate of No Return remains insufficient, the Nest is actively breeding all its females, free and slave. Those who had tried to refuse were given no choice in the matter. It was a Nest policy Tech 237 supported wholeheartedly.

Princess:

The man on the dais is remarkably handsome, but not especially large. His face shows that he is an intelligent and ruthless man. The moment Jaros comes to a stop; I kneel a little behind and beside him. He reaches back and rests his hand on my lowered head. His name is Tech 237\. He sits on the High Council of the Nest. Jaros thoughts are almost voice-like to my mind. We speak mind-to-mind with each other only when physically touching or in moments of extreme stress. During sex one night he had revealed this link between us and cautioned me to keep it absolutely secret from the Priest Kings and their human allies in the Nest. I have just learned that this man has a voice in what my fate is to be.

The council member descends the steps, leaving a visibly pregnant collared slave at the foot of the chair of black stone. I chuckle. Nobody could sit on such a seat without desiring a cushion; Parp of John Normans novel was right about that. The slave has bands on her wrists and ankles. I had read that that with the push of a button in a control room she would be immediately immobilized, unable to separate her wrists and ankles from what was effectively a hog-tie. I wonder if there is something similar in store for me.

Jaros makes a sound of delight and runs forward to embrace Tech 237\. They step back and began talking about small matters, such as the fact that the former muls son is already walking and talking. He inquires about Jaros health and upon hearing the dismal facts promises the best repairs the Nest could manage. Tech 237 goes on to inquire, Are you sure that you wouldnt rather give up both the control net and your enhancements, Jaros? You would then be repairable by the Caste of Physicians.

My love is very surprised at the question. This is the first time the offer has been made to me in this form, Tech 237\. Up to now, my only alternative was the disintegration chambers.

True, but now we have the capacity to remove the bionics without leaving you a cripple. If you consent, you will be a normal man, sterile, but normal in every other way. You would even be allowed to go to Earth if you so desire.

You have given me much to think about. Jaros replies. Not Earth, I would not care to go to that den of urts, but the rest of it. I would like to know for certain that no one else is watching when I take a piss or fuck my slut. It is nice to be somewhat superhuman, but I have no need for that any longer. I have reduced my Amazon princess to just another passion slave.

Kusk and his colleagues want to talk to you about that. How certain are you about your conjectures?

I am very certain. X-rays of her chest should prove it. Bruises and scratches now take days to go away. Cuts have healed but at the normal rate. She has had more than one period in the times we have been together. Her body fat is increasing; her bottom and hips are more rounded than when we met, and I know for a fact that the reason is not lack of exercise. For all practical purposes, my slave Diana is a normal woman. After a pause, he adds, At least as normal any passion slave can be. Her sexual responsiveness is astonishingly quick and deep.

Then you are a fortunate man, indeed. My own 708 is getting fat again. Is there any chance I could try out your kajira?

No. Diana is mine alone by a pledge I made by our Masters. I am sworn not to share her and she is under command not to yield fully to any man but me.

The Nest is YOUR master, Jaros, it is no longer mine. I am a free member of the Nest. Until a new First-born of the Mother is ready to assume his duties, Kusk and I and the other members of the High Council rule here. I make no claim to be a Priest King. Their intelligence far surpasses mine. But in order to be effective in their dealings with other species the Priest Kings need councilors and I am chief among them. I serve the Nest and my species and myself just as any other free man serves his City and its People and himself. It is time you switched from being a slave of the Nest to its ally and servant, Jaros. It is more than time.

When I was 16, I took oath to Tharna. I am a warrior of that city, not of the Nest. I serve the Priest Kings faithfully so long as their commands do not conflict with my sword oath. I raged inside but understood when the Control Net directed my body to kill my brother warriors at the command of the Sardar. I move as the Council directs voluntarily because I enjoy doing its work. But I would not renounce my sword oath to my Home Stone for the Priest Kings. I certainly will not do it for a team of humans and insects.

Upon hearing these proud words I do not know whether to cringe in anticipation of the trouble my loves pigheaded devotion to the Codes of his caste might bring down upon us, or exalt that Jaros is a man of such unshakeable principles. To my surprise the councilman is not offended. He seems equally ambivalent about Jaros truculence.

Still as pigheaded as ever, I see. Well, that is your decision to make and not mine. I do not like you any less for your continued allegiance to your city and its Tatrix. I just hope Cabot never chooses to take refuge there.

I doubt that he would ever do so. He has friends there he will not wish to endanger. Besides that, the current Tatrix is still very much in love with his memory. If he tries to reside there for any length of time she will press him again to companion her. He would be hard pressed to deny her. She was just a girl when he knew her; she is fully a woman now. She has become more beautiful, more strong-willed, and more skilled at persuasion as she matured.

I quite agree. In the meantime, the project to clone her is coming along nicely. Having seen the child I expect some males of the nest will be demanding their own versions, at least the ones who prefer blonde loveliness to the more sultry looks of your Diana and her cousins.

As I kneel there silently, I wonder what plans the Nest has for that clone. The men do not speak of the matter further. Instead, Jaros and Tech 237 walk behind the throne. I hear no sounds of machinery, but suddenly their voices are gone. I saw nothing, but I know that they have descended in a silent elevator to the city below me. I have been left behind to wait.

I get up and look for an exit, but find none. Like hundred before me over the millennia, I stand powerless in the domain of the rulers of Gor. At some point a gas is released and I fall asleep. No one ever tells me who or what it was that carried me below into the Nest as a prisoner.

I awaken in an empty chamber. I wear restraining bands on my ankles but not on my wrists. That puzzles me. I walk toward the entrance to the chamber and the matter becomes clear. My ankles lock together when I reach the doorway. I try to crawl but the disks lock to a panel of the floor. Unlike the Sardars previous arrangement for restraining the chamber slaves, I have not been painfully destroyed for trying to leave my assigned room. I try to pull myself back towards the sleeping couch. I cannot do that either. I must wait, humiliated, for someone to release me. I should have known better.

Jaros finds me that way and enjoys a hearty laugh at my expense. I receive a lecture about the dangers of curiosity and a beating with his sword belt before he releases me by pushing a button out in the hallway. Afterwards, he uses my body lingeringly and thoroughly.

As we kiss and touch each other we are conversing mind-to-mind about our situation. Jaros says that Tech 237 is not the least suspicious about my state of slavery, but he is worried that Serus or Kusk or one of the other two Priest Kings on the Council might have been in the control room during our makeshift Ceremony of Companionship. He proposes that we play out a scene in which he treacherously reveals to me that it was all a sham, a way to get me to come docilely to the Sardar. I tell him that nobody would believe that. Tech 237, at least, knows that Jaros would not make a false oath, even to a slave.

After our lovemaking, in which he relentlessly forced a full slaves yielding from my body and mind, I ask him about the clone of Lara, the ruler of his city. He explains.

She is still a very young woman with no children, and she seems set on having none. No one is truly close to her. It is thought by some in the Sardar that perhaps we could work a substitution some day, should the need ever arise. Most probably nothing will come of the idea, but the Priest Kings routinely prepare for events that never come to pass. In principle, I should be resentful of the idea of the Priest Kings taking over my city in that way, but in practice I see it as much preferable to Tharnas destruction. The fact that it would resolve my conflict of loyalties makes it hard for me to get properly indignant about the project.

That makes us both laugh ruefully. I really dont know what else would be a safe topic so we let ourselves debate the relative merits of the cultures of Earth and Gor, a topic on which we had shared many spirited words before. Jaros remains as much a cultural chauvinist as he had been a sexual chauvinist when first we met. He still holds to the position that the practice of slavery is not only a natural response to differences on strength, skill and intelligence between species but also within a species. I hold to the Amazon ideal that people cannot and should not expect to be happy if someone else is making all the important decisions about their life.

Thats a very pretty sounding ideal, but it has no basis in either Biology, History, or practical Economics. Historically, a world without slaves is a temporary anomaly. You assume that because there is no such thing as a race or sex or nation of natural slaves that there is no such thing as a person to whom slavish behavior is natural and comfortable and emotionally fulfilling. We on Gor know otherwise and the geneticists in the Sardar even know the explanation for slaverys prevalence on Gor. Now that you are here I can tell you about it.

I listen while he speaks. His pupils have gone copper-colored, but he speaks in his own voice. He tells me that 100,000 years ago, when the Priest Kings moved this planet to our solar system, they found that an advanced race of Human-like creatures was using its expertise to subtlety direct the development of Homo Sapiens on Earth. These beings looked very much like the Cro-Magnon humanoids with whom they mingled, except for fifteen percent greater height and the stunning beauty of their features. The truly significant differences were the power of their minds and the structure of their muscles.

These Founders used both a spoken and a telepathic language and could perform feats of magic by acts of thought. All of them were broad-talented psionics and all of them had musculature and nervous systems that made them physically superior to the children of man. They claimed that Homo Sapiens were the products of their ability to manipulate the Genetic Code, that they had shaped the evolution of Earths most intelligent primates to produce something that was physically compatible with the race of the Founders. I am incredulous that a founder-human hybrid would be viable, let alone fertile.

But what of the stories of your people? Do they not tell of Hercules being the son of Zeus and a generals wife? Jaros asks me. Suddenly I do not know what to say; according to the Legends of the Ancient Greeks the Amazons are descended from Ares and a nymph named Harmonia.

Jaros continues his account of the relations between the founders and the Priest Kings. There were only about 250 founders in all, and the Priest Kings invited them to come to Gor during the Voyages of Acquisition. Some Founders accepted; others did not. Among those who accepted was a group that built a city that would one day be called Atlantis.

The Founders lived on Gor wherever they chose, including in the chambers of the Nest the Priest Kings later would use for new arrivals. They traveled among the populace of Gor as it formed itself into larger and larger communities and began acquiring the first vestiges of culture.3 In many cases they set themselves or their blood descendents up as rulers. In general, they treated their subjects as servants to be exploited in every possible way.

At first the Priest Kings observed these events passively; they simply continued to study both Human and Founder behavior and biology. The Founders worked with very little visible technology that the Priest Kings could restrict. Much of their power derived from greater physical strength and durability. Much of their genetic crafting was done through psionic telekenetics.

They had already supposedly tailored the human race so that it was sexually compatible with theirs. On Gor they set out to create humans who were even more sexually attractive for them but lacking any real power to resist them. A Founder whom humans would one day call Aphrodite was especially skillful at manipulating female genetics. Some of her creations were constantly in a state of heat yet ovulated very infrequently. They were designed to serve as wombs for implanted embryos, and also as fuck toys for Founder males. Founder females were so extremely fertile themselves that they generally disdained full intercourse in favor of masturbation and sodomy. Aphrodite was one of the exceptions to that pattern. She must have been using some form of birth control, which the other Founders disdained.

The Priest Kings eventually intervened in the midst of a very long and nasty war among cities led by one set of founders and those led by another. In Earths legends this war among the Gods has become confused with a human war among Hellenic cultures several thousand years later. The stories of Homer reinterpreted the prevailing legends so that all of the Trojan War took place on Earth. Homer was an implanted agent of the Priest Kings. He was blind, but the Priest Kings could see through his eyes. Some of the muls here have met him. He died not all that long ago, by the standards of the Nest.

Jaros went on to explain that warring Founders seldom fought with their own powers, but primarily through the bodies of their servants and slaves. The side for which Venus worked developed a race of super soldiers with physiology more like those of the Founders, but with special genetic weaknesses to keep them controllable. Even the females were able to serve as battle troops.

As they were also capable of bearing children with the same combat potential, the female soldiers were needed for breeding duty as well. The Founders solved their dilemma by the use of special control bracelets that doubled as bracers during combat. When I hear this suddenly I feel very cold. I had been given my magic bracelets as a youth and told that if I took them off I would go berserk with battle lust. I had never wondered what the explanation was for that effect.

The male super soldiers wore something similar, when a berserk frenzy was considered useful they were instructed to remove them temporarily. The Founders creations never suspected that the bracelets also controlled their hormonal levels to make them better breeders of fresh troops or that a female founder could activate them when she wanted to rape him.

When the Priest kings examined these founder artifacts they were unable to determine what made them work, only that the power source was the bio-energy of the person wearing them. That helped explain why the super soldiers temporarily increased in strength dramatically when the bracers were removed and why they lost strength if they tried to fight chains holding their hands together. The stronger the person restrained by them the greater the restraining force the artifacts could exert. Jaros had just explained why even my Girdle of Power had done me no good when my hands were chained. I had been fighting my own strength.

At some point in the discussion, I lost all doubt that the Amazons had indeed originated on Gor as Jaros had tried to tell me back on Telnus. From the standpoint of Earths known history the story of my people had never made much sense. In conjunction with the story of the Founders it makes a great deal of sense.

The Priest Kings solution was to try to deport every one of the Founders creations and descendants and replace them via new Voyages of Acquisition. The problem was that there were simply too many descendents of the Founders to round them all up, so they concentrated on the females, since they bred true and males generally did not. Warrior women, who had fled their cities, rather than obey the will of the Priest Kings and leave Gor, started the Panther Girls.

My peoples ancestors eventually formed their own society and tried to keep it going by kidnapping males to impregnate them. It didnt work very well because their reproductive cycles militated against fertility under uncontrolled conditions. As their initial response was to try to acquire more slave males for breeding purposes the unified Panther Girls made quite a nuisance of themselves and drew the attention of the Priest Kings, who eventually sent an emissary to Hera and Hestia, two of the senior founders. The Goddesses agreed to meet with the Panther Girls and persuade them to voluntarily leave Gor.

I believe that your first new home was in what is now Southern Russia. Or it may have been Themyscira in Asia Minor. At some point the Founders must have moved you to Paradise Island.

Do the Priest Kings have any proof of this?

Almost certainly. They are inveterate record keepers. I have no idea what form the records will take, though. We will have to ask.

The following day I look at videos taken from the Priest Kings observation craft of ancient battles on Gor. I watch my Aunt Penthaselia die at the hands of a towering warrior of unnatural strength as she tried to relieve the siege of a Gorean city called Troy. I closely examined dozens of bracers in the archives. They are made of the same special metal as my own. I even find a recording of my mother and her troop of sister Amazons as they boarded a spacecraft to journey to Earth. Beside Hippolyta were the Goddesses Hera, Hestia, Demeter, and Artemis.

I break down, crying. It is true, undeniable, and yet almost unreal to me. The Gods I had begun to fear were only myths were indeed very real and yet not divine, only immensely advanced and powerful. The religion of my youth is a fabrication. Yet Hippolytas faith in the mercy and goodness of her patrons seems not completely untenable. My queen and mother had not lied to me about that.

I remained a guest of the Nest for many weeks after these revelations. The day after my visit to the archives I was taken to see the Priest King called Kusk. He and his team of muls and fellow Priest Kings gave me the most detailed and thorough examination I could have imagined. In the process, they began repairs on my cracked sternum and torn diaphragm. When it was over, they announced to my relief that I was not my mothers clone.

You possess a number of genetic traits that she lacks, yet you are very much Hippolytas child. The story she told you of your origin is essentially correct. She wanted a daughter and the goddesses she worshipped obliged her. As she did not gestate you herself, it is quite possible that one of your patron goddesses agreed to be pregnant for a few Earth months. My colleague here thinks it was Aphrodite. Kusk gestured in the direction of one of the other Priest Kings.

In any case, Ba-ta continued for his friend and creator, you have genetic traits from Hestia, Athena, Demeter, Artemis, and Hermes, which your mother did not have. As a result the influence of Ares is much weaker in you.

What influence of Ares?

You should read your own myths, Tech 237 commented. The Amazons were said to be all descendents of Ares and a nymph called Harmonia. In our terminology Harmonia was one of Aphrodites special order sluts. Goreans might refer now to such women as passion slaves, but nymphs were in some ways barely sapient. They thought almost exclusively about sex. In actuality, Ares impregnated Harmonia and dozens of her genetic sisters. The resulting sons fought in his armies, the daughters were raised as slaves to serve as breeders for his genetically-tailored race of super soldiers.

Your grandmother Otreres sire was one such super soldier, human but with some of Ares genes. Her mother was that super soldiers favorite slave girl, a child of a women specially crafted by Aphrodite from some of Heras genes and her own. One of their several children was Otrere, the first Queen of the Amazons.

Ares was extremely sexually attracted to this early Amazon. On three separate occasions he used his slavers rope to subdue, rape, and impregnate her. Your mother and her twin Antiope were the result of the first of those rapes. The boy child of the third rape was kicked at birth by Otreres order, which is probably the basis for the Greeks belief that the Amazons had no use for male children.

So what is the bottom line? What am I? I asked them. Kusks colleague Serus answered for the group.

You are a descendent both of the Founders and of humans with genes the founders manipulated when they were embryos. By the standards of ordinary mortal Homo Sapiens you qualify as a demi-goddess. To us, you are bio-waste, a remnant of a project we terminated eight thousand years ago. Yet you remain a rational being, and so some of the High Council believe it would be wrong to destroy you just because you unknowingly represent the advance wave of an invasion force.

What invasion force? The answer should have been obvious to me, but I was still mulling over the revelations about my own origins*.* No wonder mother and Ares hated each other so much! Her mother had raised her from birth to hate her rapist father.

The Founders, of course. They came to Earth to seed the planet with a race that would be their rational servants when they conquered Earth at some later date. In the next seven thousand years one of their armada will reach this part of the Milky Way Galaxy. The Founders we encountered were advance scouts, of a sort. Apparently they had mutinied against their former leaders and adopted the practice of staying to exploit the humanoid populations they were creating.

How did you learn this?

We had confiscated one of those strange submission cords for testing. One of us, I believe it was Sarm the first-born but it might have been the idea of the second born of the mother, suggested that we question their messenger, the one called Hermes. We learned a great deal about the Founders, which they had up to then concealed or lied about. It was then that the decision was made to both expel them from Gor and destroy their base of operations on Earth as well.

So that is what happened to Atlantis, I realized; the Priest Kings weaponry would have left no traces for Archeologists to find. That the Founders were both patron and threat to Humanity disturbs me, but I do not doubt that it is true. I wonder, however, whether or not those who had sent them out were more or less benign than the Priest Kings who have chosen to keep a planet of humans in perpetual cultural bondage.

As have no home on this world outside the Sardar the Priest Kings and muls generally refer to me as a Motak, to indicate that I live in the Nest but am not Of the Nest in the sense of being involved in its work and sharing in its gains and losses. Naturally, I asked why this was the case. I was told only that it was a decision of the High Council. I dont get along very well with Tech 237 so that led me to try to question Al-Ka.

You represent an enemy: thus making you a free member of the Nest is unacceptable to certain council members. You are fertile now, so you cannot be released on Earth or Gor without some risk to the interests of the Nest. The Council and the New Mother continue to debate whether to destroy you and until a decision is reached we do not want you to join the nest as a mul. Your disintegration would cause emotional pain to those who befriend you.

As he rebuffs all my subsequent efforts to get to know him I gather that Al-ka was one of those people who formed attachments. Serus, on the other hand proves willing to answer any other questions I might ask, and I have a great many. Over time, Serus and Jaros show me nearly every corner of the Nest except the Chamber of the Mother.

Jaros had left the Sardar on a brief mission to Laura. His masters wanted to know if a certain paga dance was the former Batgirl of Earth. When he returned her told me that the answer was yes and that the former Barbara Gordon was now a completely docile, if somewhat lonely, kajira. At the beginning of my seventh week in the Nest he leaves on difficult and lengthy mission to the Equatorial Forest one morning.

That afternoon Tech 237 visits my prison chamber, accompanied by a huge dark-skinned mul. He carries a box-like device and the yellow slavers rope from the archives. Their expressions bring back bad memories of my time spent in Telnus, chained to the sleeping couch of Lurius of Jad, the twisted Ubar of Cos.4

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Report on the incorporation of Mul Delta into the Nest.

  1. For three hands of days the subject has been under the intermittent control of the artifact. As far as can be determined she has learned and accepted all the customs, rules, and mores of the Nest. Even without the use of the Founders submission device she now readily obeys all commands given her. When questioned afterwards under its influence, she responded in such a way as to indicate that no deception is involved in her behavior.
  2. Mul Delta not only provides quite satisfactory sexual service to free humans; she also indicates a sincere desire to place her considerable intelligence and determination at the service of the Nest. Recommend that her offer be accepted and the Founder female be declared OF THE NEST.
  3. As discussed, we have used the lasso and modifications of her ganglionic net to alter her memory of her origins and nature. At present she has forgotten that she ever possessed supra-normal abilities as well as the connection between her strength and sexuality enforced by the control bracelets. When questioned with and without the submission device she responds that she was raised as a mul in the Nest for the pleasure of its free men. She now responds only to the name Mul Delta.
  4. While this belief may ensure her docility for the time being, at some point someone such as Jaros of Tharna will tell her otherwise. Recommend that Jaros memory be altered as to how he acquired Mul Delta. His instinctive sexual passion for her must be taken as a condition that cannot be altered, so it is proposed that she serve as a hostage for his behavior and silence should he request removal of his control net and bionic enhancements.
  5. Others of the Nest should be instructed to confirm Mul Deltas beliefs concerning her new status in the Nest. The subjects lack of detailed memories of her youth will be explained as the result of a decision by the council to reprogram a rebellious, but otherwise valuable mul, in order that she would continue to provide service to the Nest as Jaros of Tharnas pleasure slave.

Tech 237 chuckled as he reads his dry account of his activities. The sterile insects he needs to persuade have zero interest in such matters, but the former Amazon is an incredible fuck, far better than any other girl in the Nest. Her tight wet cunt proved so flexible and durable it could take two cocks at once, so long as one of them wasnt a monster like Mul 474s. It would be an incredible shame if the slut were destroyed because of her genetic origin.

He had wanted the Amazon the moment he laid eyes on her, and if Tech 237s recommendations gains the necessary 4 votes in Council then Kusks proposal to vivisect her will be indefinitely tabled. Kusk regards Jaros slave as a form of biological weapon to be studied so that counter-measures could be developed. Priest King Serus argued that she should be simply given the choice of being a slave of the Nest or being disintegrated. The other two Priest King council members wanted to remove her ovaries and then deport her to Earth. Al-Ka wanted simple deportation.

She wont mate with anyone on Earth. She and Jaros have formed a life bond. Her career as a super heroine is over. I vote that we simply wipe her mind of memories of Wonder Woman and let her go back to being Diana Prince, a woman who was kidnapped by Gorean slavers.

Of course that proposal was unworkable, but it meant that the High Council was split 3 to 3 on whether to keep her on Gor or return her to Earth as quickly as possible before some Gorean Warrior with super soldier genes succeeds in impregnating her. She has been pregnant recently. That fact had been detected during her medical examination. Fortunately, that child had miscarried at some point, probably when Jaros had beaten her so hard he had torn her diaphragm.

Tech 237 had argued, somewhat mendaciously, that the best solution is to fully indoctrinate Diana into the current practices of the Nest and then give her the choice between service as a mul and disintegration as bio-waste. He had then requisitioned the submission rope, a control box for her restraints and a mul with experience in breaking females to slavery. That Mul 474 was powerful enough and sexually endowed enough to literally fuck the slut into submission had been an added factor in his participation in Tech 237s experiment.

The results of their combined efforts were eye opening. Mul Delta is now a complete fuck toy, constantly in heat for any man who wants to use her, and strong and durable enough to endure the roughest possible treatment by her masters. Such a females use makes Tech 237 especially glad to be a dominant male. .

The only problem was that Jaros of Tharna is not going to be pleased by the results of the Councils action, and Tech 237 is going to bear the brunt of his anger. What the High Council regards as improvements in the slave sluts personality, Jaros will probably regard as the effective murder of his free companion.

That interesting little tidbit had emerged under the influence of the lasso. Her slaves submission to the agent of the Priest Kings had been a deception.

Well, its no deception, now Tech 237 is thinking**. The slut licks my feet every time I enter the room, and she squeals her submission to me just the way she did that first day when Mul 474 forced it from the unwilling slut with the help of the Founders submission rope. Should Jaros object to his Free companions enslavement there are any number of measures we can take. If nothing else, we can use his control net to send him from the Nest on new missions. Should he fail to survive his time in the Ubarate of Bila Haruna and fail to return? Well, that will be even better.**

Princess:

I dont know who I am. I cannot remember my past. I only know what I am called by those around me, and that I am probably not who I think myself to be, a bred pleasure slave of the Nest. I am called Mul Delta. But that name, like my current memories and personality, is a construct of the Priest Kings and their human allies of the Nest. I was someone else before, but I have little inkling of what I used to be. When I questioned some of the other mulls they evaded the question. There was fear on their faces.

Finally Mul 474, a powerful black male whose use I have learned to both fear and crave, told me that as a penalty for past offenses I have been erased, my mind destroyed by altering the pattern of synapses in my brain. The only thing I am sure of about my past life is that I have combat-trained reflexes. Based on this clue and my remaining knowledge of this planet, I believe I must have been a panther girl.

My life now is simple. During hours of work I gather and prepare fungus for the meals of the members of the nest. I am a big female and can carry sizeable loads which otherwise could only be carried by a male of the nest. It is good to useful for the good of the Nest is the greatest good there is. If necessary I would die for the Nest.

At night I serve the free males who visit my dwelling chamber. They want to be sucked and fucked. I do all I can to please them. They are free and I am only a slave, a she-animal fit only to serve and delight them. I find free males so much more exciting that my fellow muls.

Mul 474 is the exception. He is new to the Nest. He used to be a Kurii slaver. He handles slave girls with a masters arrogance even though the Priest Kings collar is around his neck. I have strange dreams about him. In one of those dreams he and Tech 237 use me harshly, while some strange yellow cord binds my hands together. They say things to me I do not agree with and yet I repeat them and accept them as they command. One of their commands is to forget they were even in the chamber that day. I dream of kneeling in my Masters chamber, afterwards. I am weeping in fear and shame. My loins are sore and my breasts and face and thighs are splattered with male cum.

My Master is away in the service of the Priest Kings and the men who use me are his friends. It feels wrong somehow, but I distinctly remember that he has told me to obey the free men in the Nest no matter what they ask of me because the Good of the Nest is the greatest good. I miss my Master greatly, and every day I strive to be as obedient as possible so that he will never again beat me with the lash or drive hot needles through my private parts.

Mercenary:

Jaros returned from his mission to the court of Bila Haruna anxious to see his companion again. However, he was first required to meet with three Members of the High Council for a debriefing. The jungle Ubar was believed to be a descendent of the Founders and as such the growth of his Ubarate was viewed with concern in the Sardar. They did not want a new Marlenus of Ar emerging from the Equatorial Forest of Gor.

Jaros had been sent on a two-fold mission. He was to assassinate the Vizier, who was considered too friendly with the renegade Tarl Cabot, and obtain samples of the Ubars DNA. As Bila Haruna was not an especially lusty man, that had proved more difficult than Jaros anticipated. On the other hand, the black Ubars relative abstinence was circumstantial evidence that Bila Haruna was no more a child of the Founders than the bulk of the warriors on Gor. One of the marks of Ares was extreme sexual appetite.

Assassinating the Ubars chief advisor had proved trickier. Jaros had been thwarted in his first too attempts and caught in his third. The councilor had died in the fight as the Priest Kings intended but only Jaros own enhanced strength and night vision had enabled him to get away. He had been gone almost six months in all.

After finishing his report the mercenary asked his friends about Dianas disposition. Al-ka replied sympathetically**, She is quite well physically, my friend Jaros. But I believe that you will find your mul much changed since you departed. She is a panther girl no longer, now she is part of the Nest. She has been assimilated fully. Her collar now bears her new name, Mul Delta.**

What are you talking about? What did the Priest Kings do to her?

Serus proposed that your free companion be given the choice between execution and integration. Tech 237 counter-proposed that the choice be put to her only after the humans in the Nest had a chance to introduce her thoroughly to the new culture of the Nest. While you have been away he and Mul 474 and many of the other men of the Nest have been making friends with her once her work hours have ended.

I think I had better speak with Diana, immediately. I have a hard time picturing my Amazon as female mul. Tech 237, maybe you can explain what has happened.

I will show you, my friend. With those words he accompanies the technician council member to the chamber of learning where the Priest Kings used machinery to directly stimulate the brain and nervous system so as to achieve the effects of months of learning in a matter of minutes. Jaros sees that Serus the Priest King holds a silver tube and that the weapon is trained upon him. With no other option but immediate death Jaros allows the yellow Founders artifact to close about his shoulders like a capture rope. He remains in the chamber for a little more than an Ahn. He learns much, but he forgets even more under the influence of the snare of submission. Over the centuries Serus has become particularly expert in its use.

Section VI: REVELATIONS, REVENGE, AND SEPARATION

Mercenary**:**

Jaros of Tharnas pleasure slave is by far the most exquisite slut he has ever had the pleasure of commanding to his furs. And yet he is dissatisfied with the tall brunette despite her passion slaves body and the abject, loving way she submits totally to his will. For some reason Mul Deltas service cannot fully content him and he does not understand why. He knows is it not her docility in his presence; he is not the sort of master who enjoys beating the resistance from kajiri. He has always been a man who preferred complete obedience and would do what he had to do to obtain it from the girls he has owned or used. The incredibly beautiful Mul Delta is providing him with just that sort of perfect service while he uses his living quarters beneath the Sardar Mountains.

Week by week, the former panther girl is becoming even more beautiful in the eyes of the other human males in the Nest. Her once athletic figure is softening noticeably. Her breasts, once high, incredibly firm D-cups have filled out into globular DD-cups and the nipples have become enlarged and more sensitive. She actually secrets milk, although she is given slave wine so that her weekly ovulation is infertile. Her arms, thighs, hips, and bottom have acquired a baby-soft layer of feminine padding at the same time that her muscles have lost much of their original tautness.

Her bodys transformation has been mirrored by the transformation of her attitudes toward males. Especially free men. The arrogantly sensuous warrior is gone; She has learned that she is a slave and her place is at the feet of the free men of this World. When he had brought her to the Nest Jaros was the only one fully able to sexually conquer her over-sized hourglass-shaped body. Now she cries out in total surrender to any number of men. Jaros and Tech 237 even watched a recording of Mul 474 using his enormous sex organ to push Mul Delta into a slave orgasm lasting eleven Ehn. When it was over, the slut cleaned the black slaves asshole with her tongue. Tech 237 was right, Jaros mused. The panther girl slut is just another hot slave once a man gets his cock into her.

It was Jaros who had initially captured Mul Delta and taught her slavery. He had been returning from a brief mission in Laura when the girl had kidnapped and tried to enslave him. The wench had actually burned a slaves brand into his ass and raped him as women are sometimes raped. The following night he had used his bionic strength to break his restraints then begun demonstrating that he was the master and she was the slave. Like so many of the panther girls she was deeply passionate, with a strong latent capacity for slave submission, especially in the furs.

On the way back to the Sardar, three bounty hunters had identified Jaros new slave as the notorious Panther Woman, an outlaw wanted for the theft of the Home Stone of Lydius and other lesser crimes. They had stolen her from him, but the clever girl had given them the slip and returned to the master she had fallen in love with.

When they arrived in the Sardar the High Council had congratulated him on his catch. Rather than kill her or turn her over to the city authorities, the Sardar had used its technology to erase her memories of life as a criminal and begun instilling in her the rules and mores of the Nest. Earths Catwoman was no more; in Mul Delta the Sardar had acquired a loyal, docile, and beautiful mul. Under the attentions of Jaros and the other men of the Nest, she had become the sensuous, submissive, and needy slave her passion slaves body was designed to be.

At present Mul Delta and Mul 708 are the closest things in the Nest to a true pleasure slave. Mul Delta is the only woman ever brought to the nest as a slave girl. All the other adult muls were either born in the Nest during a period when all breeding took place by artificial insemination or came to the nest as free men and women only to be enslaved by the Priest Kings as Jaros was. Women such as Vika of Treve, Callista of York, and Mul 708 served as chamber slaves for the Nest and were taught sexual slavery by men who came from the corners of Gor to meet the Priest Kings. After the Nest war those girls were mostly freed, but it was decided that new arrivals could serve the same function and the practice continues. The difference is that now the free men of the Nest have access to the Chamber sluts. Nonetheless, Mul Delta is used far more than any other female mul in the Sardar.

For no reason that he can discern, that bothers Jaros. He has lived 300 years without ever much caring how many other men have used the kajiri who serviced him. Yet with this woman he feels viscerally that it is not right that she give such service to any man but him. Such a thought is wrong. The luscious brunettes general availability serves the Good of the Nest; and the Good of the Nest is the greatest good.

Two weeks after his return from Skendi Jaros encounters a strangely decorated kajira in the quarters of his friend Mulkar of Tyros. Mulkar serves as one of the liaisons between the Sardar and the governments of Earth. He spends much of every year in Gotham City on the U.S. Eastern Seaboard. Mulkar is Gorean in his values, but his fixation with American entertainment is a topic of constant jokes among his fellow servants of the Nest.

From what he can see of her, Mulkars auburn-haired slave is quite lovely. The flawless skin of her throat and jaw is the palest possible pink. Her enormous eyes are bright blue, and her body is narrow-waisted and sweetly breasted. She is a little on the tall side, but she would make a cuddly armful for any man of average or greater height. For a very tall man such as Mulkar, the girl would be ideal.

What caught Jaros eye from the corridor is the fact that the bulk of her body has been dyed charcoal gray, dark blue, or gold. Mulkar has apparently painted his naked slave in a semi-permanent Batgirl costume.

Where is Mulkar? he asks the kajira.

My Master is in the tunnels of the Priest Kings, master. I am commanded to wait here for him. She blushes and looks down. He can smell her slave oils. Something about the lush redhead is familiar.

Do I know you, slave girl? What is your name?

My Master has named me Scully, master. And a great many men knew me while I was a paga girl in Laura. She chuckles at her play on words.

Jaros is not a barbarian, as this girl clearly is, but he recognizes the reference from the Bible of Earth. He also recognizes the girl now. You were Boopsie.

Yes, master, I was. And you were the most unforgettably powerful and virile man who ever rented my use. I never felt so vulnerably female as when you took me in your arms. You well taught Boopsie that she was a woman, and completely as the mercy of men like you.

You did not need the lesson, Scully. You were completely a slave by the time our paths crossed that night. I am Jaros, a friend of Mulkar of long standing. Tell your master for me that I wish to see him before he leaves for Earth.

Yes, master, I will do that for you. But perhaps master would like to stay and wait for him with me? I am sure that my Master would want me to please you fully. As Boopsie, I was very, very good at pleasing men. Scully graduated with honors from pleasure slave training in Ar. She is truly exceptional in the furs of love.

Jaros declines the girls offer gently. He walks away laughing at the sluts audacity and spunkiness. The situation between Mulkar and his kajira is ripe with irony. The liaison had been an unabashed admirer of the super heroine in her days as a free woman. Now Batgirl spreads her legs for him and kisses his whip.

Mulkar must have purchased the slut during his recent visit to Ar on the Priest Kings business. Om, the current High Initiate there, is one of the few who suspect the true nature of the Gods men of Gor worship. Om is the Sardars primary conduit to the Caste of Initiates. Om and his cohorts are instrumental in publicizing and enforcing the technology laws, particularly in the larger cities such as Ar. They also help keep the general populace worked up about the continuing existence of the Panther Girls on Gor.

Something about his meeting with the former Batgirl troubles Jaros. He quite vividly remembers fucking her brains out and then using drugs to interrogate her without her knowledge. It had been a simple, pleasurable mission. An observation satellite had spotted a girl who looked much like the kidnapped Barbara Gordon, alias Batgirl. She had been captured along with a gang of brigands by the city of Laura. Jaros, who already knew what Barbara Gordon and Batgirl looked like, had flown by tarn to the Northern Forests to ascertain whether Earths Batgirl had become Boopsie the Paga girl at the Bottle and Bangle Tavern. Before returning successfully to the Sardar, Jaros had encountered Selina Kyle, the Panther Woman whom the High Council felt was destabilizing Gorean Society with her exploits.

THAT was what was bothering him, the chronology. Jaros feels sure that he had brought his big passion slave to the Nest before leaving for Laura. He remembers thinking at the time that while the soft cuddly Boopsie was a marvelous fuck; his big muscular brunette had a tighter cunt and came louder and longer from his use. I had better talk to Tech 237 and check the records, he decides.

The council member listens to Jaros question, carefully, his face grave. Come to the control room with me, my friend. There is something I must show you. There was a period in which your brain had insufficient oxygen, Jaros. You have suffered a memory loss. Our physicians feared this might have happened.

In the control room, Tech 237 speaks briefly to one of the Priest Kings on duty. The golden insect manipulates some equipment and a familiar scene from the Stadium of Tarns in Telnus appears on the monitor. That is you and Lurius of Jad during your assignment as his body guard. The woman on his leash was Diana of Themyscira before her enslavement. Do you know who she is?

Yes, I remember that part of the assignment. Jaros replies I was told to look for her in the display pens at the Festival of Love. The Ubar purchased her and brought her to the palace as a display slave. At one point I was granted her use in my chambers.

Do you remember anything more?

Not really. I left her behind in Cos, Lurius was threatening her life as lever on my decision, but it didnt work. She was just a slave slut. I can remember that she made an escape and started a slave revolt just before I left Telnus. At that point things are fuzzy. Wasnt I sent to Port Kar to bring her to the Sardar?

You were, my friend and that is the first time you ever failed the Sardar. The wench was raised on a forested island. She picked the locks to her chains and disappeared into the forest. You fell into one of her pit traps and were very badly injured. It was fortunate that we had someone close enough to send to your aid by tarn. A larl almost made a snack of you. Is any of this familiar to you?"

Jaros thinks for a while and then realizes that those are events he can remember. What happened to the girl? He wants to know. It seems very important to him, although he doesnt understand why it would be.

That is why I brought you here. Samos told us that you had become attached to the woman. Up to now we feared to show you her fate. I argued it would cause you unnecessary pain, maybe even trauma.

The priest king at the controls of the scanning equipment brings up an ugly scene of public torture. The tall womans face is so contorted in agony that it is difficult to conjecture what she must have looked like in repose. What must have been a spectacular body is in the process of being mutilated. A bounty hunter caught her, and returned her to Cos for a substantial reward, Tech 237 explains. Our sadistic friend Lurius discovered by experimentation that her body would heal itself from whatever tortures he inflicted, but her mind would not. He kept up this kind of thing for weeks until she was a drooling, barely-sentient animal, then he rebuilt what was left of her mind to his specifications.

The scene on the monitor changes to a slave girl chariot race in the Stadium of Tarns. This is current the Priest King comments and zooms the camera in on the team in the lead. The team of long-legged but busty brunette pony girls carries the colors of the Ubar of Cos. The tall olive-skinned girl with the dark eyes and straight midnight-black hair is extremely beautiful, with a slender athletic body; the younger alabaster-skinned woman beside her, the one with glossy raven curls, is an absolute stunner. She is noticeably younger than Jaros Panther Woman, but has the same perfection of features and body that marks the finest passion slaves. Her eyes are also blue.

Memories of his time in Telnus suddenly came flooding back to him, followed by an overwhelming wave of sadness at her fate. Had things worked out this magnificent warrior-girl would have come to the Sardar as his love slave. Instead he and Wonder Woman had parted as enemies. Now the woman he had begun to love deeply is a dumb animal with a bit in her mouth, pulling a perverts chariot to victory.

For all practical purposes, except perhaps for fucking, your Diana is gone. I am sorry, my old friend. I wish there were something more I could say to comfort you. When you showed interest in the Panther Woman our physicians were encouraged. They worried at one time that you had lost a part of you sanity, since you never talked about the Amazon you met in Telnus and took with you from Port Kar.

Jaros returns to his chambers, searching his memories for corroborating

images for what he has learned. He remembers Telnus, or at least much of his time there but he cant seem to properly visualize scenes from his time with Diana of Themyscira. He can recall her escape and a day spent chasing her through the forest. He even recalls falling into a trap she had laid for him and being ensnared. After that the only such memory he has concerns not Diana but Selina, the Panther Woman. In his mind he is mixing them up, but he has just seen proof that Mul Delta and Princess Diana are in two different places. Also, his slut is at least ten years older than the girl pulling a chariot for the Ubar of Cos.

He supposes that it is possible it was Diana he had compared Barbara Gordon to and not Selina Kyle, but his memories of the mission to Laura include the certainty that his brunette slave was waiting in the Sardar for his return. Perhaps such confusion is what the Physicians mean by a memory loss. Tell me this, 237: I remember thinking of my own slave girl when I used a paga slut in Laura. Why is that?

Because the slave Diana meant so much to you that you purchased her from Samos, old friend. You had been gifted with her ownership papers in Telnus but the crafty slaver extracted 600 gold tarns from you for the right to collar her as your kajira. Hearing this, Jaros whistled at the outrageous amount involved. Tech 237 continued the story: I am told that by the time you took her from Port Kar she was thoroughly humbled. I myself watched from the control room as she made her full submission to you the next night and then completely melted in your arms afterwards. You loved her and you had every reason to believe she loved you as her Master. Those feelings were almost certainly still with you when you went to Laura. That is the truth, Jaros. I swear to it.

Jaros walks away, lost in resurrected memories of a teasing princess-slave, who had shared his quarters joyfully yet lied to him about wanting to be his love slave. In the scanning room, Tech 237 breathes a sigh of relief. He had not been certain that the cover story about the Founder slut would hold up under close scrutiny. He thanks the Priest Kings that Jaros had not noticed how exceptionally closely the pony girl resembles Mul Delta.

As he returns to his chambers, Jaros recollects how virginal the Ubars captive princess had been in her attitudes and what a practiced slut the Panther Woman is in his furs. That made sense: for all her centuries of life, Wonder Woman had come to Gor as essentially a virgin where men were concerned. Selina Kyle had been a practiced seductress while on Earth then she had been trained for months in the pens of Ar by true experts: Arbus of Vonda and Rollo of Torvalds Landing. As Selina Kyle would have proved a rebellious and manipulative mul, it is no wonder that the council chose to restructure her personality to make her a better servant of the Nest.

Princess:

My Master is late in returning to his chambers. When he arrives, his face is set in a mask of neutrality, yet I easily sense his rage the instant I touch him. I back away, frightened. I kneel and put my head to the floor.

I need a woman tonight, not a slut like you. I have received bad news. Then he falls silent for a while and then looks at me with a strange \_expression on his face. I would have you answer a question for me absolutely truthfully, Mul Delta. What would you do if you found out that your master was a sadistic monster?

You are no monster, Master. Jaros of Tharna is the man I love. I do not remember how I became your slave, but I feel in my heart that you are a good man, worthy of the love of a far better woman than this slut.

But suppose I gave you away to someone who took pleasure in causing you pain and anguish? What then?

I would try to kill myself or him if necessary. Then I would turn myself over to the justice of the Nest. I am a hopeless slut, who juices for every man who treats me as the slave I am, but I know that I can only be content as the slave of one man I have met, and that man is you, Master.

Why do you love me, slave girl?

Because I cannot help it. My body resonates to your touch as is does for no other. My mind sings when you are close by. When we touch in love there is no experience in the world like becoming one with my Master. I am bonded to you by my very nature; it is as simple and as complicated as that. Why do you ask me these things, Master?

My master tells me that it is not important but I can sense that he lies. In a time of stress, such as now, his thoughts are almost as clear to me as his voice. It is like that with no other member of the Nest, only with Jaros. When we physically touch the effect is even stronger. He has never admitted it to me, at least not since my memory was erased, but I think Jaros can read my thoughts. It is one of the reasons I feel so completely at his mercy and yet so deeply in love with him.

That night he takes me from our quarters through the tunnels to the chamber of his friend, Mulkar of Tyros. My Master walks swiftly; it is fortunate that my legs are just as long as his legs, or I would have been dragged by the leash attached to my collar. I am quiet; he has not given me permission to speak.

Mulkar is an unusual man, tall and thin for a Gorean. His face is very nondescript, only his eyes give away his powerful intelligence. He looks at me with recognition; then he breaks immediately into guffaws of laughter. My Master demands to know what Mulkar finds so funny but it is some time before his friend is able to answer. In the meantime, I stare at the strange kajira kneeling beside the sleeping platform.

I know the girl with the long auburn ponytail. I am sure of that in my heart. Her name was once Barbara Gordon, which is an Earth girl name. Not for the first time I curse the forgetfulness the Priest Kings have imposed on me. She is looking at me with her own recognition yet she says nothing. Mulkars Scully has been trained to perfection. I notice this, and it puzzles me that a panther girl would have my knowledge.

Eventually, Mulkar answers my Masters question. Its your slave girl, Jaros. She was a symbol of Justice, Order, and Equality for Women while on Earth. On Gor she became a murderer and thief. Now shes a collared slut on the leash of the worst male chauvinist pig on Gor. The irony is too great not to be humorous, Jaros. Especially since Batman has taken a collared Catwoman back to Earth to serve as the new Batgirl.

No, that not right. This isnt Wonder Woman. This slut was once Selina Kyle, the Catwoman. Wonder Woman is a pony girl slave in Telnus. I just saw her image in the control room. My Masters voice conveys certainty, but his thoughts have gone into complete turmoil.

Jaros, old buddy, you have been misinformed. I know for a fact that Batman captured Selina Kyle in Ar a few weeks ago and took ship with her back to Earth. Scully and I said our good-byes to them. He would not have been deceived about who wore his collar, nor would my kajira. This girl was never Catwoman. Was she Scully? He asked his girl as he pointed at me.

No, Master. This is either Wonder Woman or her mother Hippolyta. I never saw Diana looking this matronly. May I hear your slave speak, master Jaros?

I do not know what else to say so I ask her, Do you remember me, Barbara Gordon?

The younger slave girl does not reply, she instructs me to keep talking. When my Master nods his consent, I tell her: I dont know who I am anymore. Someone has told me that I was born in the Nest, but my Master believes that I am a panther girl or panther woman who tried to make him her slave. Others seem to be claiming that I am a criminal from Earth. I dont want to be any of these people. I just want to be my Masters slave girl, yet I want him to know who I really am. This confusion is making him unhappy.

By the time I had finished speaking my voice had broken. To my surprise the exotically decorated kajira walks over and slaps me, hard. She grabs hold of my collar and shakes my head violently. I grab her wrist so quickly and instinctively that I did not realize that I was doing it. With a quick, practiced motion Barbara frees her hand from my grip and steps back to face my Master.

What does it say on her collar? She asks him respectfully. He replies that it is a Nest collar with the letter Delta on it. You are Mul Delta, She says to me. Who and what you are is a slave girl. Your past matters only to your Master; nobody knows that better than I do.

Then she speaks to Jaros. Your slaves body is somewhat unfamiliar to me. The Princess Diana I knew on Earth was all warrior, yet her face and voice in combination can only belong to Diana of Themyscira, Earths Wonder Woman. I was slave trained in the same house as Selina Kyle. I helped her launch her career as the Panther Woman and I helped Batman stalk and capture her on the tarn perches of Ar. This woman is not Catwoman, nor was she the Panther Woman. Whoever told you so, master Jaros, was lying to you.

I expect my Master to erupt in fury, or make hasty denials. What he says is I suspected as much. What I do not understand is why my memories are so scrambled, and what purpose it serves to tell me such elaborate lies.

The four of us talked for many hours. I had little I could tell them but what I had seemed important to the others. At one point Scully suggested disabling the sensors in the chamber but Jaros insisted that he did not care if the Mothers high councilors were listening. Let them know; it will make it easier to demand answers of them in front of the other Priest Kings and former muls. I am of the Warriors; it is time I stopped acting like the Sardars pet dog. Either I will know the truth or I will have the cybernetics removed and leave the Nest.

We continued to talk and at one point Mulkar asked me what happened to Wonder Womans equipment. I didnt know. Jaros stated that I had been transported to Gor stark naked except for the white metal bracelets on my wrists. Scully replied that I kept my costume in a pocket of non-space that traveled around with me. She had seen me twirl and vanish briefly in a flash of light only to reappear fully equipped. Naturally, I tried several times but nothing materialized. There was no flash of light. I suddenly doubted whether I had been Wonder Woman after all

Our skull session breaks up as Jaros and Mulkar leave the room. Each is headed for the archives, but they choose not to travel there together. I still remember nothing of my past, but at least I understand why. Jaros and Mulkar had spoken of the Founders and the Amazons. I was regarded as hazardous biological waste by important members of the High Council. Human members of that same council apparently thought I was too valuable a fuck toy to throw away. The erasure of my memories had neutralized the demi-goddess without destroying the pleasure slave. The Councils course of action had completely deprived me of my cultural heritage while ruthlessly exploiting my genetic heritage as the descendent of a carefully engineered passion slave of the Founders.

Also for the first time, my dreams about Mul 474 make sense; somewhere in the Sardar is a version of Wonder Womans Magic Lasso that Jaros and I had been ordered to forget was there. That night, after Jaros returned me to our chamber, I open my mind to him as we make love and secretly share with him each dream I had about my time in the Nest. By the time I finish, my Master is crying tears of pity and anguish.

I have a strange recurring dream about us, Diana. I dream we are standing beneath the stars with our wrists hand-fasted as we speak the pledges of free companionship. I have also dreamed that in Telnus you pledged to follow me to the ends of Gor as either my slave or my companion. I have dreamed that I pledged my sword and life to your protection and to share you with no others. I believe now that we did make these pledges and have failed completely, my love. And yet miraculously you continue to love me.

With those words he takes me in his arms and we make love until neither of us has the energy to continue. That night, for the first time in my admittedly short memory, I sleep on top of the platform with my lovers arms around me and his fully engorged sex still within me. By this action, Jaros of Tharna has acknowledged me as his free companion. I still wear the collar of the Nest, but I am captive rather than slave.

In the morning, when we awaken, he resumes stroking deeply and skillfully in and out of the tight, oozing entrance to my womb. Neither of us speaks aloud, but our minds are exchanging thoughts, emotions, and sensations back and forth. From his thoughts I can tell that he shares in what I am feeling as I yield my mind and body fully to him. Whether as Wonder Woman, Diana, or Mul Delta my heart and body belong to this man, and we both know it.

Then, amazingly, I feel him yield to me as well. At the height of the physical pleasure he wills his life and soul into my keeping. We have never known such total intimacy before, except perhaps in times the memory of which has been stolen from us. Jaros is thinking that this is the most powerfully meaningful sexual experience of his life. I echo that thought. I am in awe of the beauty of the moment.

We simply hold each other for a long time afterwards. No further words are necessary. Jaros and I have found each other again, but our lovemaking has been his way of saying good-bye. I am crying silently when he slips from the platform and buckles on his sword. I resist the urge to send my love after him. He is of the Warriors. My grief would only distract him from his tasks

\* \* \* \*

The following scent tape was translated into Gorean by Mul Ba-ta:

**Recommendations to the Mother for Changes in Nest Policy f****rom the chairman of the Council of the First Born:**

SUMMARY: Recent events have demonstrated as unworkable the present structure of the High Council and also the practice of using equipment designed for teaching truths as tool of deception

\[1\] The human habits of deceit even among friends and Nest members and that of seeking personal advantage over the good of their species and of the Nest makes them unacceptable as fully functioning members of the High Council to the Mother. Recommendation-1: Mul Al-ka should be replaced with a priest king of the Mothers choice and a new advisory council of non-priest kings be formed which includes both males and females of all rational species residing in the Sardar, including male and female muls. The soul purpose of said council will be to provide feedback about the impact of nest policies.

\[2\] No action has been taken or is contemplated against either our liaison Mulkar or mul Scully. Our full investigation of the incident revealed that they were not informed of the Nests policy regarding Mul Deltas origin and so cannot be held responsible for failing to maintain the deception proposed and implemented by Serus and the deceased Tech 237\. Recommendation-2 To avoid any similar incidents in the future, the founders submission devices should be declared forbidden technology even to members of the High Council. Recommendation-3: Nest members should be prohibited from using the direct teaching equipment for anything except its original purpose of implanting long verified information directly on the ganglionic net of Priest Kings and their agents in human societies.

\[3\] At this point the half-Founder female is considered an escaped rogue mul and all available resources of the Nest are being utilized to recapture or destroy her. Fortunately for the Nest she will remember little about Priest Kings technology or policy for the time being. Unfortunately, she now has displayed physical capacities not previously reported by our agents on Earth. Mul Delta flew from the Nest under her own power with the body of our servant Jaros in her arms. This indicates activation of previously dormant Founder genes has occurred. With this new capability Mul delta could be somewhere in the Sardar Fair or she could be several hundred or more passangs away. Recommendation-4: All implanted agents should be told to report her presence to local authorities as a slave girl who has murdered her master and as the previously wanted Panther Woman.

\[4\] The deaths of Tech 237 and Mul 474 have been explained to your investigators as the result of a pre-rational human emotion called jealous rage. Our former servant Jaros regarded the female mul as his exclusive possession to be shared only with his knowledge and consent. Some of our other agents regard their swords in much this same way. The Nest policy of granting Mul Deltas sexual use to other nest Males invoked feelings of hatred for Serus, Tech 237 and Mul 474 in Jaros of Tharna. Recommendation-5: All female muls of the nest and any subsequent arrivals should be declared property of the Priest Kings collectively and except for authorized breeding purposes, any sexual use of female muls by Nest members should be terminated.

\[5\] In hopes of furthering the Good of the Nest I hereby resign as Chairman of the High Council to the Mother and request permission to seek the final pleasure of the Golden Beetle.

With Reverence to the Mother

Kusk the Priest King.

EPILOG

PRINCESS:

I have walked as an exile on this beautiful planet with its fierce ways of honor and service for over a year now, but I have not found whatever it is I am seeking. I have no way to go home to Earth, and in truth Earth is simply a place of legend to me now, as is the character and activities of the super heroine I have been told that I used to be. I have her body and powers, but none of her Mission or History. Wonder Woman is dead. I am the Larl Woman of Gor.

Although no man yet has proved capable of holding me against my will, I have had many masters since I left the Sardar. In a very real sense, I am a girl in search of a new master, among other things, and the best way to test a mans mettle is to allow him to put his collar and chains upon my body. I have opted to escape each time, usually after just a few days. None have been men such as Jaros of Tharna, or the powerful blue-eyed Kryptonian who appears so often in my dreams.

I have eluded those who would capture me in a variety of ways. My periods as a submissive slave girl have proved ridiculously effective. It never seems to occur to men that one of the easiest ways for a female outlaw to evade her pursuers is to offer herself as slave to a local man and then wait until the bounty hunter is gone before making her escape. I suppose the reason is that most slave girls are incapable of making an escape.

I have a belt of power and a submission lasso at my ready disposal now, along with a captured set of the accoutrements of a warrior of Gor. I keep my bracelets on most of the time, but I understand their powers well enough to utilize them for my advantage now. Without them I sometimes find myself filled with murderous rage. Four would-be masters are dead because I allowed them to be removed. They each deserved to die.

Because we are genetically half super soldier and half passion slave, an Amazons bracelets give each woman a choice she would not otherwise have: a choice between fertility and loving service to a man, and the life of a chaste female warrior. By my slave orgasms and words of formal slave submission I was renouncing my warrior status and the Founder bracelets enforced that choice upon my body. When I reversed that choice by choosing a warriors death over continued slavery, the warrior part of my genetics was reactivated.

I have lost the body fat I had gained in the Nest and my body no longer ovulates. My muscles are once again hyper-powerful for their size and with the multiplying effect of the power belt I can lift 80,000 lbs. in this planets lesser gravity. Nothing on Gor can stop me except possibly the combined efforts of a number of Priest King scout ships; I have already destroyed two individual ships that tried to recapture me.

The slave girl Scully told me tales of my exploits on Earth. Given what my dead Master Jaros told me about my heritage, I understand that I am some sort of demi-goddess when compared to ordinary mortals. I do not thin or feel like a Goddess. I feel like a broken-hearted slave girl, whose Master has died. . My Masters last order was for me to kill him and escape to continue living. My decapitating strike ended the mercenary Jaros of Tharnas 200 years of enslavement by the Sardar and made me the most hunted criminal on Gor.

When I had been a pleasure mul in the Sardar, I had wished for an understanding of my past. How I wish I could trade the knowledge I have gained for a return to my role as the favorite slut of the men of the Nest! My only concern then had been that my principle Master had been less than completely pleased by the ease with which other men were able to induce my slave orgasms.

I have at least a half dozen worries that I can do nothing to assuage. One is the fate of Lurius of Jads pony girls. Were they JLA members who came to Gor to try to rescue me? I do not know. I remember neither my sister nor the sadistically inventive Ubar of Cos in my conscious thoughts, but I have nightmares about her fate in his cruel hands. Wonder Girl doesnt have the centuries of experience and training that I had when I fell into his power. She was almost certainly converted irretrievably into an abject slave, begging for scraps of mercy and kindness, and receiving only enough to keep the game going for Luriuss further pleasure. To Lurius of Jad, a womans beauty is for degrading and spirit in a woman is something to be broken as thoroughly as possible.

Nor can I do anything to slow the procession of bounty hunters dogging my footsteps. I have captured and enslaved a few. I sent others home believing that they had captured, collared, and then sold me for a few pieces of silver or gold. A few others I contemptuously allowed to capture me, and then escaped and killed them before they could claim their reward. I stand accused of every crime committed by Selina Kyle on Gor, as well as those I committed since I left the Sardar. I am the slave girl who killed her master; a whole world stands in arms against me.

After he left our chamber that last morning in the Nest, Jaros sought out Mul 474\. In his cold rage the bionic mercenary beat the former slaver to a bloody pulp and then crushed my rapists testicles into jelly. He then sought a meeting with Tech 237 and Serus. By the time the control net was able to restrain him, Jaros had severed the Priest Kings antenna and blade-like projections. Tech 237 already lay bleeding to death on the floor, his severed penis jammed into his mouth.

Al-Ka, Kusk and another Priest King I could not recognize came to the chamber to tell me that Jaros faced execution and demanded to know why my Master had gone berserk. Under the compulsion of the Founders artifact, I explained as best I could the human concepts of monogamous sexual bonding. I doubt any of the three understood the concept properly when I finished. I was told that, as the cause of this discord, I would have to either be reprogrammed, assigned a different function in the Nest, or be destroyed under sterile conditions.

It was an easy choice for me. I asked to be disintegrated. I had no wish to live on after my Master was dead. In making that choice I turned off the influence of the Founders bracelets on my wrists. That moment began my transformation back from nymph to female super soldier. On Earth the change normally was instantaneous. Here on Gor my bondage had been so prolonged and profound that the full process sometimes takes hours.

Carrying the golden rope at his side. Al-Ka took me to the sterilization machines. I went with him as the docile slave I had become and would have actually stepped inside the execution chamber voluntarily had I not heard Jaros voice in my mind demanding that I fight for my life.

I not only easily overpowered Al-Ka and the two Human technicians who operate the disintegration mechanisms; I thought to try the trick Scully had claimed Wonder Woman could do. This time there was a flash of light and suddenly I stood in an unfamiliar skin-tight costume with a gold belt around my waist. The tights and bustier were such a terrible fit for my then matronly figure that I left them behind, but I kept the flexible Girdle of Power about my waist when I left the chamber.

The powers of the Sardar tried to keep me from leaving the Nest, but even the silver tubes with their flame death mechanisms proved unable to stop me. I was able to reflect the energy bolt with my bracers. My phenomenal strength and resistance to injury from the power belt enabled me to swiftly overcome the male and female team of cyborgs, which they had also sent to stop me. In the end, there was only Jaros between my freedom and me. Or rather I should say, Jaros body stood between me and the exit from the Chamber of Stars.

We fought with swords, briefly. My greater hand speed and strength enabled me to disarm him. He lunged at me, headless of the sword still in my hand and we grappled. I could hear his true thoughts mind-to-mind even as the control net manipulated his body to form a demand for his slaves submission. I started to obey his words, but his mind-voice countermanded the order. He told me that I was responding to a subliminal suggestion he had planted in me on our journey to the Sardar. He instructed his slave never to let herself be mastered by anything but love again.

I had more than double my bionic lovers strength. Because Jaros could not feel pain with the Sardars control net in command, I ruthlessly and efficiently disabled his bionics with twists and blows. Without his warriors will and training to direct it, Jaros body was simply a robotic puppet for the control room. There was no way it could have stopped me with my replica of Heras girdle about my waist.

I cannot imagine how he did it, but somehow Jaros lips mouthed the same words his mind was speaking to my mind**.** End it, my love. Kill me and let me die as a warrior rather than be disintegrated as bio-waste or repaired to continue as the Priest Kings slave. **Though I sobbed with my grief, I did as he asked of his love slave/companion. Then, taking up his body over my shoulder, I had flown out into the Sardar wilderness.**

For those reading this account, know you this: Jaros, faithful warrior of Tharna, died without ever once betraying his Caste Codes. Though held captive by technology beyond his comprehension, he was never a slave in his heart. When finally given the Slaves Choice,5 my love and Master chose Honor. I weep for my loss, but I do not weep for his death. I buried him in the wilds of the Voltai range because somewhere among those peaks and meadows we each discovered how deep love could be between a man and woman. I prey that Hera and Zeus, or Hades and Persephone, or someone with power over such things, takes his soul into their safekeeping.

My path now takes me back toward the Northern Forests once more. I fled there once before, after the City of Lydius accused me of the theft of its Home Stone. Had not an urt girl stated with unshakeable conviction that the Panther Womans eyes had been green, not blue, they would have tried to impale me on a sharpened wooden pole. I still believe that somewhere in the forest I will find a panther girl old enough to remember my mother. If the blonde Verna, whom Jaros urged me to seek out is not the one, there may another who can confirm my heritage for me.

I have no wish to return to Earth as Wonder Woman, but surely I have the right to understand what it means to be an Amazon. My entire past was stolen from me by the machinations of the Nest. My beloved Master was taken from me and the burden of his death has been laid upon my soul. If there proves to be no suitable master for me on Gor, after all, then I will seek a means of gaining some measure of satisfaction for my grievance.

THE END

Wonder Womans ultimate fate on Gor is determined in the upcoming Birds of a Feather by Theodoric of York.

1 This happened in the last chapter of Diana and the Ubar: Wonder Woman on Gor-Story One.

2 This happened in the Section III of The Princess and the Mercenary: Wonder Woman on Gor-Story Two

3 Readers of the Gor Novels may have noticed that these chambers were mostly empty in Priest Kings of Gor. This is the explanation I have come up with. This also explains how and why the people of Gor attribute human characteristic to their rulers in the Sardar. The Priest Kings of ancient Gor were not insect-like aliens, but God-like humanoids who used the Sardar as their base of operations while on Gor. .

4 Those events are told in Diana and the Ubar: Wonder Woman on Gor-Story One- Conclusion

5 The Slaves Choice is the one-time option given to a captive to choose between Death and Slavery. A warrior cannot choose slavery and then remain a member of his caste. If he chooses to live even temporarily as a slave hoping to make an escape later, he has betrayed his Caste Codes of Ethics. .