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known before. There are, however, insects that are utterly different from any
I've ever seen in my own time. Spiders bigger than a man's hand, ants some
half a foot long "reminding" one of the Lorr, who once ruled Mankind before
the Priestesses of Lys the year before took power! It was early May in the
year 2567 A.D., or 520 A.W. as time is now measured, the old standard for
measuring time now of interest only to those of the caste of Scribes, which
includes historians.
"And if I `win'?" Carol smiled, standing there. I knew of her skills. I
knew next to nothing of Tirana's except as to what Lorraine had written of the
woman. I knew she had once been the "Warlady of Sarn" a long time ago.
Lorraine had appointed her Warlady of Trelandar to watch over "things" while
she was gone. Apparently "Keri" was the "replacement" for Sanda Talen, now the
Prime Minister of Trelandar, and Lorraine's former major domo. I later learned
that Keri was Lady Tirana's own granddaughter. The anti-aging serums of this
era do tend to "confuse" one at times!
"You won't," Tirana smiled back, taking the "guard" position as Carol
nodded in reply, taking a better grip of her own weapon. Lady Tirana's
intention being to "show off" a bit with us, I sup- posed. She is an excellent
swordswoman, and takes pride in her skill. Kathi whispering to me some
"comment" about how "good" her mistress was and how "easy" she'd "beat" my
wife. I made no comment back, feeling it "wise" under the circumstances to
keep my mouth shut. Kathi being a "snitch" and "tattle-tale" I soon learned,
who none of the other slaves here "trusted" or "liked". Kathi greatly loved
"getting something on you" and then black- mailing you into "pleasuring" her
there behind the slave shed. I might mention too that she wasn't too careful
about her hygiene, apparently feeling that douching once a day was often
enough even if she had sexual intercourse several times as she usually did.
She didn't sleep of course with the other slave girls or I'm sure that the
other girls would have taught her "better manners" fast! She probably wouldn't
have looked so "attractive" too afterwards!
Tirana's attack was swift, her foil almost a blur. Carol "meeting it"
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skillfully, my brownette instantly returning the at- tack, her own skill with
the foil amazing even me! As Carol's attack continued, Tirana giving "way"
before it, I could hear the amazed muttering and comments among those
watching! One of the men at arms beside me now muttering to another that he
hadn't seen a woman "fight" like that since "`The Warlady' went south"! The
reference being obviously to Queen Lorraine, the "Warlady"!!!
"`Good', Dularnian slut!" Tirana laughed, Carol once again driving in on
the "attack", forcing Lady Tirana back! The clash of weapons bringing even
more of the curious, among them several more slave girls, most of them in
short brief clinging dresses. The female slave is not generally kept bare
breasted except when men so wish it, especially not when their nakedness might
be "of- fensive" to a high born noble free woman such as Lady Tirana. I should
also note here that as a rule slave girls are forbidden to "shave" or wear
"clips", this being "reserved" for "free women". It is however noteworthy that
in my wife's own novels they did. Carol in the last year or so of our marriage
sometimes "dressing" so around the house just to "tease" me a bit with her
sexuality! My wife being well "aware" that a naked woman is less "sexy" than a
woman with just a "little bit" of something concealing her sex.
"And if I win?" Carol once again repeated, standing there.
"We will `discuss' that if you do," Tirana challenged back, suddenly
driving in at Carol, my wife for a second "yielding" be- fore the "Warlady" of
Trelandar. Carol then meeting her, holding her much to everyone's amazement,
including my own, I must admit! I watched a swift interplay that the eye could
hardly "follow", then much to my amazement, and perhaps Tirana's, Carol
"touched"!
"You are truly `of the Warrioresses'," Tirana smiled, giving my wife a
bow, Carol nodding, perhaps not knowing what to do now! I saw fleecy white
clouds drifting against the azure of the sky, listened to the chirp of birds
in the nearby trees, and saw a be- loved brownette now standing there naked
but for a strip of cloth about her hips, a fencing foil held there in her
hand. I knew then I had indeed "found" what I had once "sought" in "another"!
"Yes, I am `of the Warrioresses'," Carol spoke, looking at me as I now
knelt there beside Lady Tirana's personal slave girl. She seemed "different"
than before. More like "another" I had once known. One whom I had once almost
"worshiped" years ago. "And I would be `first girl'," Carol then said,
regarding Tirana. A big burly looking brunette now looking at Tirana, nodding
"no"!
"The slave girls pick their own `first girl'," Tirana said.
"She is `first girl'?" Carol said, regarding the brunette.
"She is," Tirana answered, giving my wife a "smile" then.
"Looks as strong as an ox," Carol smiled back at Tirana.
"Weapons are not allowed," Tirana commented then to Carol.
"You won't be so `pretty' when I'm done with you!" the bru- nette
growled like some animal, stripping off her dress at Keri's barked order.
Carol stripping off the strip of cloth that had girded her own hips. My wife
was both strong and "supple". I did not think it would be much of a "match".
Carol struck hard, twice, using her karate skills and it was all "over" almost
be- fore anyone could realize what had happened! The woman lying there in the
dirt, well stunned from Carol's sudden karate blows!
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"Your Queen picked well," Lady Tirana smiled, Carol picking up the strip
of cloth she had worn, fastening it again about her- self there at the left
hip. Such is done so that it may be easi- ly removed by a man facing the
woman. Several of the guardsmen leering at Carol, then looking at Lady Tirana.
I could tell that they were sexually "excited" by Carol! That they wanted her
"hot and sweaty" moaning there beneath them! I saw a trace of terror in
Carol's eyes as she understood their muttered comments... I don't think she
had understood just how "attractive" she was now!
"She will be allowed to `choose' who she `pleasures'," Lady Tirana
spoke, the men muttering among themselves at this "news"! Explaining that
Carol would "pick" one man a day to "pleasure" and that Carol would be the
"one" to make the "decision". "How- ever," Tirana added, "She will `sleep'
with the slave girls." "And," Tirana smiled at Keri, "She will be `securely
chained'."* * Carol quickly got the "reputation" of being "poor in bed"! As my
wife explained to me later on, she had no wish to become "another" like Kathi,
feeling that one "Kathi" was enough! (R.S.)
I chopped at a clump of weeds, ripping them out of the dirt, the sun hot
on my back, the sweat of my labors wet on my brow. I was now a slave, a nearly
"worthless male slave" laboring on the estate of Queen Lorraine of Trelandar.
I wondered what Carol was doing? An ant scurried across the ground at my feet
to meet the deadly downswing of my hoe. The insect, some half a foot in
length, being cut in half by the tool. I thought again of Carol. Felt
"resentment" that she was not out here in the fields working under a hot sun
weeding between the corn stalks sprouting up now. I was naked but for a bit of
cloth tied about me with some cord. Just enough to avoid offending some free
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