Authors note: The idea of DC Comics super heroines on Gor comes from Theodoric of Yorks marvelous tale: A Cat and Fiddle: a Cat and a Bat on Gor.(1) He and I have conferred so that this story and its sequels, The Princess and the Mercenary and Birds of a Feather, could be set in the same fictional Universe. I have also employed erotic background events for DC characters from stories posted on the Mr. X website.

Disclaimer: Gotham City, Paradise Island, the JLA, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Superman, Batgirl, Black Canary, Catwoman, and Wonder Woman are the copyrighted property of DC Comics. Lurius of Jad, Samos of Port Kar and the rest of the culture, politics, and geography of Gor are the copyrighted property of John Norman. NO PART of this work may be used for ANY sort of sale or profit. This is a parody for entertainment purposes only. It is my hope that this will spur even greater interest in both these fictional milieus.

Disclaimer2: Events from the most recent Gor Novels serve as political background in this story. Theodoric and I also assume secret communications exist between the Priest Kings and some of the governments of Earth, since the carnivorous Kurii represent a common enemy. No attempt is made to be consistent with current issues of DC Comics. The powers and weaknesses of Wonder Woman and Supergirl are taken from a long since superceded DC Comic Universeand Princess Dianas origins are dramatically reinterpreted in our stories.

DIANA AND THE UBAR:

WONDER WOMAN ON GOR--STORY ONE-Conclusion

CHAPTER IV: THE UBARS KAISA PIECE

It is the third day of the Festival of Love and today Diana is displayed during the hot afternoon hours. She is tied facing the bars again. Her chains are each slender yet she lacks the leverage and strength to break them. To her shock the first man to approach is the handsome mercenary whose use humbled her so thoroughly the day before. He walks up to her and the crowd parts for Jaros of Tharna as if he were Superman in Metropolis. His very dark brown eyes however, have a rather different _expression than Clark Kents blue ones.

He moves to stand very close and takes her face in both his hands. Kiss me, he orders and she is quickly lost in their kiss. It goes on and on, becoming ever deeper and more enthralling for them both. He waits until she starts to squirm with her rising arousal and then reaches down and snaps the chain holding her waist tightly pressed against the bars. She cannot back away, for his left arm quickly takes the place of the chain and pulls her to him so that now they are touching from lips to loins.

A little while later he orders, Hold stilland reaches up to free one of her wrists. She feels the return of her full strength but he easily pulls her arm down to her waist and pins it within his embrace. This time Dianas lips seek his. She is on fire with desire. She can feel his long thick manhood throbbing against her belly through the cloth of his garments.

One by one each of Dianas restraints are removed between kisses. Each time she lets herself be pulled passively back into the strangers arms. She is wildly excited when he unveils his erect sex and lifts her body, centering it for his thrust within. She pushes her legs through the bars and locks her ankles behind his back so that she can participate more fully in their joining. He holds her up easily, raising and lowering her on his staff. Her fluids run down its length and her Amazon muscles tighten down around him as she never has before for any man.

Why are you doing this? she manages to gasp.

Because this may be the closest I ever come to truly possessing you, Diana Princess of Amazons. I want to be the one to first tame you.

Suddenly, she is afraid of what is happening to her. She wants to get away from him, to be free of the arms holding her and the big penis filling her so completely. But she is held trapped to his body, in the air without leverage, complete helpless against his possession of her body even with her full Amazon strength at her disposal. It is frightening and yet extremely sexually arousing for her. She is as desperate to come as if the passion goad has been in her body for hours without relief.

Ahhh NOOOO!she screams as his little finger burrows into her bottom hole, adding to her sexual torment.

Come for me, slave. Come for your master.

That is all it takes. She explodes inside, screaming out in pleasurable surrender. Her body is thrashing about, supported only by his arms and the long thick stalk within her. She falls backwards to that her hands touch the floor and holds her lower body against the cage bars so that Jaros can keep thrusting. Her arched body ripples as she comes again and then a third time when her conqueror finds his own climax. Then she falls to the tiles.

Jaros pulls a strip of capture tie from his pouch and secures one of her ankles to the bars of the cage. Leave it that wayhe orders and then walks away. Dazed, Diana sits where she is, wondering why her strength seems to have completely deserted her. The crowd breaks into cheers. She doesnt care. She is still trying to grasp what has just happened to her.

Jaros is smiling as he remembers the incredible pleasure the barbarian has just given him. By the Gods, is this woman ever hot for my cock? If I had pulled out she would have kissed my feet and presented her hands for my bonds. He is not certain, but he thinks she just experienced slave orgasm from his use. If he comes back tomorrow or the next day her yielding to him will be even more magnificently sensual.

At that thought he realizes how uncharacteristically he has acted. He had not originally intended to come here at all today. He wonders whatever has possessed him that he wants to keep coming back.

Later that same day in the palace, the Ubar questions the man he pays to keep a close watch on the mercenarys activities. Tell me what you saw. Leave out no detail.

It was magnificent to watch, great Ubar. The slave was a marvel of agility, strength and passion for him. He controlled her like a love slave and she cried to the skies at his command to yield. Rather than let herself fall from his staff she arched her back like a bridge and held her body that way even as orgasms wracked her. I could hardly believe my eyes. Will you buy her, Great One?

I do not know. I think perhaps that I should see the slut for myself. At the 16^th Ahn I will have her brought her to me.

Lurius is a Ubar, a military dictator who shares his full trust with no man. Jaros captains the Ubars body guards so naturally he is the most distrusted man in the Ubarate of Cos. Until this day his watchers have seen nothing that Lurius does not understand fully or which arouses his suspicions. But the mercenary is now ambivalent about whether he will take gold for further service to the Ubar of Cos. And now there are these unexplained visits to the display cages.

Perhaps the veteran warrior needs extra incentive to remain in Telnus. Perhaps this girl will provide some of that incentive, Lurius reasons. I will study them together and in two nights time I will decide what should be done.

WhenDiana is pulled unexpectedly from her cell that same night she starts to protest that her sale is not scheduled for two more days. One intruders fist slams into her mouth, bloodying her lower lip.You were not given permission to speak, Slave girl. he snarls. You will be silent before free men tonight.

Yes, Master.She concedes, as it seems pointless to resist them when her hands and feet are both heavily chained already. The mans response is a blow to her solar plexus that drives her diaphragm into convulsions. She cant speak, she cant draw breath, and she can barely think for the completely unexpected degree of pain. She wants to croak out the Gorean word for mercy but produces only a rasp.

I commanded silence, Kajira, and silent you will be.His hand covers her mouth and pinches her nose shut and with two of his assistants helping to hold her down she cant shake him off. I am just a chained woman, she realizes, and Men are the masters on this world. Her efforts to twist free become weaker and weaker until darkness claims her terror-stricken mind.

Some 30 Ehn later, the Ubar of Cos watches his palace guardsmen returning. One is carrying the exotic barbarian princess. Another is holding the door open. He presumes the missing third man is making explanations to the auction officials. He sees that the girls bottom is decorated with white stars of pale flesh against a blue background. Though the blue has faded somewhat, there is no mistaking the girl despite the slave hood obscuring her face. Even though the Ubars gaze is fixed on the man lowering Diana to the floor at the base of the dais, all Lurius of Jads attention is actually on the mercenary standing beside the throne. He notices that Jaros had gone very still when the slave was brought into the room.

Rise to your feet, slave girl. Lurius orders and then lounges back in his chair to get a better view of the actors in this play he has arranged. When Diana stands before him he asks his men if she knew her destination.

No Ubar, we did not speak except to order her to silence.

Well the slave knows now, you fool. You might as well take off the hood, snaps theexasperated Ubar.

Lurius of Jad looks closely at the face of the girl standing so proudly before him. She has big sky-blue eyes, a straight aquiline nose, and a lush red mouth that needs no makeup. Her features are perfectly symmetrical and almost stunningly lovely in their configuration. Yes, he thinks, there is no problem envisioning this woman as Ubara of her people.

He looks next at her shoulders and arms; they are indeed the arms of someone used to wielding weapons. Her long slender legs show the same sort of musculature. Jaros did not lie to me; but he spoke to deceive. Her arms and legs are very feminine in shape, as if someone had designed them to appeal to male eyes. Only a slight heaviness of her calves mars their perfect lines.

And yet even her exceptional dancers legs are eclipsed by the curves of her torso. Her breasts would overflow a mans hand yet they stood out high and proud on her chest. Her waist is unfashionably small for the width of her shoulders but that only made the bounty above and below more delightful. Her hips are neither slender nor wide for her height and they are broad enough to receive a large mans thrusts or bear his children. If the Priest Kings had designed a passion slave strictly for use by warriors, the Ubar thinks, she would have looked much like this princess before me.

She stands head and shoulders above the common kajira, but Lurius realizes that he must outweigh her by many Gorean stone. Besides which, the physicians report indicates that if those white metal bracelets are linked or forced to touch then the barbarian basically becomes just a very large woman whose cunt oozes slave oil. He licks his lips in anticipation. The slave girl responds by pulling her shoulders back. Jaros goes noticeably stiff. Ah yes, this might be more amusing than even I anticipated.

He speaks to her. I am told that you come from a warrior people, Princess. Is this true?

The Ubar is correct. My people were violent in their past. Now we seek to be left to ourselves in peace.

So you know nothing of the Sword?

I did not say that, Noble Ubar. We have never allowed ourselves to forget how to defend ourselves.

Very well, you shall show me your skill, barbarian. Unchain her and give her a weapon. He commands his warriors and raises his ponderous bulk from the throne. Listen to my words. It is your Ubars wish that should she kill me that she be given her freedom and escorted from Cos.

When the Ubar draws his sword, Jaros moves immediately to Luriuss left side. The Ubar whispers, If she dares to raise the weapon to me I want you to intervene. Once you have disarmed her, I want to see her slave raped. Do not stop until she fully acknowledges her slavery.

You want her broken, Ubar.

I just want to see her humbled. She stands there like a panther girl. I would see her grovel like a kajira.

It shall be as you wish, the mercenary bodyguard assures his employer. Jaros watches the woman carefully examine the blade offered to her and then learn its weight with a few quick exercises. With the removal of her chains she seemed to have grown before his eyes. Perhaps it is simply a change in posture but the difference is no less real for being subtle to trained eyes. Princess the slave is gone. Princess Diana has returned and now she is armed. His employer faces a dangerous opponent. Jaros begins evaluating several ways of protecting the Ubar.

He settles for a simple one. He moves into position so that his hands are concealed by the Ubars great bulk and unhooks both his sword and scabbard from his belt. Then he steps to one side to get a clear view of Wonder Woman.

Strike, barbarian, unless you acknowledge that you were born for the collar. Lurius taunts.

I think not, tyrant. I will not murder you for my freedom. It is not yours to grant until after my sale. Nor will I strike at you and put myself as a slave before your citys excuse for justice.She drops the sword at the feet of its owner and kneels gracefully.

Jaros wants to laugh. Diana has learned the wisdom of humility. Lurius strides to her and cuffs her a massive blow yet she merely returns to her posture of false submission. Again and again he strikes her yet each time she takes the blow in silence and returns for more. She kneels, but her head is held high and her hands are folded in her lap rather than palm up on the floor or extended for binding.

Lurius is not used to having his plans foiled, especially by women. He is equally enraged by the mercenarys impassiveness in the face of the girls abuse. It seems that she will not be useful to him after all. He briefly contemplates having her whipped to death but realizes that his office cannot afford a public reputation for sadism. The Ubar of Cos unsheathes his sword and swings for her neck.

The stroke never hits its mark; someone behind him jabbed him powerfully in the buttock, throwing off the stroke of the sword. Lurius whirls and finds Jaros reattaching his scabbard on his belt.

Why did you do that?

Because this slut is not your slave to destroy in anger. She handled the weapon at your command, Ubar. By my action I sought to give you a moment to reconsider her fate. It would be a great shame to deprive the men of Cos of the beauty, sensuality, and endurance she possesses. Let her live on to labor in our paga taverns. She would consider that a far worse fate than death by your sword. For good measure Jaros adds Do not allow a slave to manipulate a Ubar.

Very well, mercy is granted. Whip her until she begs for use and then use her as we discussed.

Diana had breathed a sigh of relief that at least one man on Gor objected to her gratuitous abuse. She does not want to die, but she had prepared herself for death when the Ubars sword arm had pulled back. As far as she can see, further life on this planet is not worth living. She certainly does not want to be chained in a Gorean brothel for centuries of unending groveling and sexual exploitation.

The mercenary pulls Diana to her feet. Their eyes meet: his resolute; hers defiant. The beating ends ten strokes after you break position, kajira, or two stokes after you request my use. Lay on your side and grab your ankles. One in each hand. She looks at him, confused.

I said do it, slave. Jaros repeats. As a Gorean male, he is annoyed that a command had to be repeated. He hears the Ubar add, Tie her hands to her ankles.

Please no, Ill do it, Master. Please dont tie me Diana blurts out as she forms her body into the bow that Jaros had demanded. She looks at him fearfully, for she knows what is coming. Lurius smiles from his throne. He thinks he is the one the formerly proud slut has just called Master.

The barbarian princess showed great courage, the Ubar reflects afterwards, but no woman can withstand a slave whip applied to her sensitive areas. Every panther girl captured always broke under that punishment. This one was screaming by the fifth blow and lost her grip on her ankles on the ninth. Then she was tied and struck ten more times with the strength of Jaros arm. All the while she had entreated him to stop and use her. Whatever his feelings might be for the girl, Jaros looks determined to make himself the girls master today.

Diana is pulled up from the floor by Jaross fist in her hair; the tug pulling her out of her pain-induced daze. A knife swiftly cuts her feet free from her hands and she stands shakily, half supported by the mercenary. The whip had hit her much harder than the Ubars fist. The pain had been almost unbelievable. Only the lash had hurt that much.

Suddenly Jaross hand flicks out and slaps her insolently on the cheek. Her head snaps back, then whips forward as she crumples from a blow that sinks deep into her normally rock-hard abdomen. Her collapse brings her jaw into contact with his rising knee and she staggers backward.

She glares at him and her confusion turns to fury at the smirk on his face. His hand makes a gesture that is familiar to her; it is a summons to combat. She rises to a defensive crouch. He gestures for her to kneel to him. That isnt going to happen, you Gorean bastard. As long as I can still stand youve got a fight on your hands, Wonder Woman seethes in rage.

What follows is the strangest fight of Wonder Womans life, and the most demoralizing and humiliating. Her opponent disdains to strike her again. Instead he blocks her blows easily, grabbing her again and again to force kisses and caresses on her body. With each engagement her ability to resist dwindles. He is both stronger and quicker and her own body is becoming more and more aroused by the handsome mercenarys ability to dominate her. Eventually, she ends up pinned in his lap weeping in sexual frustration as his thumb and fingers work in and out of her passages. He stops and starts intermittently, in order to better keep her in agony of unfulfilled need for climax.

Master, Princess begs to yield.For the past three days her channels have been stimulated for hours at a time by passion goads, and she is simply unable to deal with the sensations Jaros is forcing upon her.

What is Princess? her conqueror demands of the slave in his lap.

She is a slave, Diana gasps out, desperate for the release only he is in position to give her.

How will she yield?

As the slave she is, Master.Diana had always found the rituals of sexual submission degrading and frankly ridiculous. Now they have become powerfully meaningful. She has been mastered in battle: her body and emotions are now completely controlled by the mercenary warrior.

Who does she yield to?

Princess begs to yield to Jaros, for she acknowledges him her Master.

Very well, Princess. A slave may yield to me. He rolls her on to her back, clamps a powerful hand on her throat and fingers her to an ego shattering orgasm. Her feelings of total sexual domination and powerlessness prolong and deepen her powerful climax. In the midst of her bodys convulsions Diana cries out I am yours, Master; Princess is your slave,whenever Jaros allows her enough breath to speak with.

The mercenary glances at the throne. Finish her off, Lurius orders and so Jaros slips between her legs and starts thrusting. Diana does not fight, nor does she simply lay limp; she wraps her body around Jaros and kisses the dominant warrior male as if she would suck his soul into her mouth. He chuckles softly and increases his pace. Just as she is ready to climax once more he pulls out and finishes her with his thumb on her clit.

Diana is still a little dazed as she feels herself rolled onto her stomach. Powerful, irresistible hands raise her hips from the floor and the warrior surges once more into her tight welcoming depths. He begins slowly and only increases his pace whenever she spasms in orgasm again. When he finally commands her complete surrender she offers up her soul to the pleasure of her third slave orgasm of the day.

An Ahn later, as his slaves Lady Janina and her current mistress lick and kiss at his body, Lurius ponders what he learned earlier in the evening. His plan had not produced the results he had hoped for, but perhaps it might eventually yield the results he desired. As always he will keep his own counsel, explaining his full plans to no one.

His bodyguard had completely conquered the barbarians body today. In time he would certainly conquer her heart and mind if they remained in proximity. Perhaps then she would hold an attraction for him. Perhaps she already did yet the nights events had done nothing to confirm the Ubars original conjecture. From what Lurius had seen earlier, it looked as if Jaros regarded the slut simply as an unusually beautiful kajira who happened to show the potential to be an excellent pleasure slave.

And yet he struck me rather than let her be killed, the Ubar reminded himself. While puzzling, the situation still had potential for the Ubars purposes. He would think about the matter and decide what to do in two nights time.

* * * *

The slave Diana kneels at her new owners couch and tries one more time to find a weakness in the chain linking her riveted steel collar to the ring imbedded in the stone platform he uses for a bed. As it had each time before, the lock holds against all the strength her legs can now exert. As before, the effort leaves her hands bruised where they had gripped the massive links of the chain. If she keeps this up her hands will be worthless, and she will be punished with the five-stranded slave whip.

Wonder Woman, Amazon Princess of Themyscira would have stoically endured the whip or pretended to be cowed by its impact to gain advantage. Diana the kajira is not Wonder Woman. She is a woman enslaved who has come to fear the whip in male hands. Since coming to Gor her powers have steadily weakened. She is not sure why, but she is certain that they ended altogether that day in the slave cage when Jaros forced a slave orgasm upon her. Diana, as her cruel owner names her, is now simply a very tall, very beautiful woman whose loins ache constantly with need to be filled with a masters firm sex.

Yet she is not just any slave. She remembers centuries of freedom on Paradise Island. She remembers that she is the daughter of a Queen of warriors. She remembers decades as a champion of Justice and a symbol of empowerment for women of Earth. She remembers when her powers rivaled Supergirls. She survived defeats and bounced back to triumph time and time again. Yet now she has no such optimism because she sees so little grounds for hope of freedom again.

When events in the past were this horrific there had always been the blessed forgetfulness the Magic Lasso would grant. For example, she knows that she gave birth after impregnation by inseminoids, but she has no recollection of the horror of either their rape or of the horribly painful birthing. (Fn5) I wish for such forgetfulness, now. Oh Hera, how I wish that I could forget the past two weeks.

The auction had been going quite well. When the bidding had slowed at 400 gold tarn pieces she had used karate kicks to disable the whip slaves, then chased the auctioneer from the platform. Then she had boldly dared the men of Gor to try and tame her. As the higher bids came in, she had lain face down and used a whip handle to relieve the screaming needs of her loins, her hips rising off the sawdust to writhe from side to side. By the time she achieved her third orgasm the bid was at 1200 gold tarns from the City Administrator for Jad.

Then had come the great surprise of the evening: Dianas owner had elected to refuse the bid and withdraw her from the auction. Lurius of Jad had exercises his Ubars option four weeks before, purchasing the barbarian princess for 150 gold tarns from the slaver who brought her to Telnus. Dianas five days of display and her performance in the huge City Auditorium had been the Ubars way of sharing his treasure with the victorious men of Cos. At those words, the murmurs of disappointment turned to cheers. The cheers became a roar when Diana knelt to be collared by the Ubars principle bodyguard, Jaros of Tharna.

Diana had not been able to follow the full exchange between the Ubar and the Auctioneer. She thought at first that the sexy mercenary was her new owner and master. Nobody told her otherwise, so the truth came to her as an unpleasant shock.

The trip to the palace was something Diana would just as soon forget. She was naked save for a decorative collar with a star on it that mocked Wonder Womans tiara. Jaros held her leash, and her hands were tied behind her back. The citys drunken revelers abused her all along the way. Some fondled her, others used vile words, and still others threw sewage on the captured leader of panther girls.

They entered the Central Cylinder through the kitchens, where buckets of cold soapy water were thrown on her to clean her up. She was toweled dry by Jaros and brought to a small sleeping chamber with an oversized bed and no other furniture. Jaros enclosed one of Dianas ankles in a shackle and then walked out.

Several Ahn later the great bear of a Ubar waddled in, sporting a fat but short erection. He informed his shocked slave that he was her new master. At his direction Diana immediately climbed up on the fur padded platform to kneel between his legs. After she sucked him to climax, he pushed her off the platform to sleep naked on the cold tile floor.

Had she known at that time what sort of man Lurius was, Diana would have climbed back up and strangled him as soon as she heard his snores. Instead she fell into an exhausted sleep only to wake up screaming as the Ubar forced himself into her back passage. His great bulk pinned her to the floor beneath him and he took her without lubrication or foreplay. That was how Diana learned that the most powerful man on Gor is an inveterate rapist.

Diana was given clothing the next day, when she saw it she began to understand that her new master was a sadist. Even though her body was still dyed red, white, blue, and gold, a slaves version of Wonder Womans costume had been created for her. She wore that mockery as she followed the Ubars palanquin to the Stadium of Tarns for the games that would mark the end of the Festival of Love.

She wore a strapless sleeveless shift with a built in silk-lined bustier. There was a skirt rather than her usual shorts, and it was cut so high that when she walked it just barely covered her bottom. Her nipples, which were pierced with rings, were visible though translucent gold silk because of holes cut in the bustier. When they got to the Ubars box a ring gag was inserted in Dianas mouth. Lurius kept her on all fours between his legs whenever he was seated. Her thighs and bottom and sex were on display to all in the stadium as he used her mouth again and again throughout the proceedings. She had thought that she could not feel more humiliated than during her time in the display cages. It seemed that Lurius had a wider imagination than she did.

That night her original decorative collar was removed and the present plain iron one riveted in place by an ironworker. The new collar had a thick three-foot chain. She watched in rising dismay while the smiths powerful arm set that chain in the slave ring on the Ubars sleeping couch. Each ringing blow of the hammer seemed to make the collar tighter around her neck.

The Ubar did not use her that night. Instead, he had a series of young white silk slaves brought to him for deflowering. Diana was ordered to lick them to wetness and then hold them in place for their rape. She did as she was told the first time, but would not help him slave rape a teenager from Ar. That poor girl was strangled to death before Dianas eyes while Lurius sodomized Diana again. When other slaves were brought in afterwards, Diana again cooperated fully.

Dianas attempt to kill her owner the next morning and redeem her honor was an ignominious failure. Chained by her neck, she tried to fight a warrior with almost twice her weight and at least twice her current strength. After some scuffling she lay over his lap on top of the platform while he whaled away at her bottom and thighs with a thin cane until she was reduced to tearful whimpers. Her throat had become too raw to scream any more.

The rest of that day and through the night passion goads tormented her. When a slave came to clear away her body waste she begged him for relief her chained hands could not provide her. That night, when more newly branded slaves were brought for the Ubars pleasure, Diana was a full accomplice to their slave rape.

She hated herself after that night and she hated herself more with each night that followed. She was chained to the Gorean equivalent of a bed, kept in constant sexual frustration, denied human contact save with a rapist and his victims, and deprived of food and water so that she had less need to relieve herself and possibly soil her degrading slave wear. Her final defeat came from her own body. Each time she tried to strangle herself with the neck chain her breathing resumed after she lost consciousness.

On the sixth day of her ownership by the Ubar, Jaros entered the room along with a slave girl carrying a tray full of food and wine. To Dianas astonishment Jaros broke the chain a few links from her collar and re-secured it with a lock. For the first time she realized that the mercenary from Tharna is no ordinary man, but the equal of some of the super heroes and villains she has dealt with on Earth.

By your masters generosity your use is mine until the 16^th Ahn each day, He tells her. I am to feed, clean and enjoy you as I see fit within the walls of this room. During that time you will me Master. Is that clear, Diana?

Yes Master! She exclaimed immediately. She is drawn to this man who reminds her of Superman on a primal level. The attraction goes beyond sexual, which puzzles her since he has never yet showed her the least kindness or consideration for her wishes, and yet she is ready to do whatever he commands of her. She obeyed men in the house of Anwar because it was less painful than futile defiance. Obeying Jaros seems right somehow. Lurius is her owner. She calls him her Ubar. Other men are sir. In her mind, only Jaros is Master.

She found some measure of comfort with Jaros that day, and each day that followed. But there was no true contentment. They made love at the foot of the Ubars couch, never in top of it. Always it served as a reminder that it is Lurius who holds her life in his hands. For both of them the Ubars whims and needs took precedence.

She sees far less of Jaros than she wishes and--as far as she is concerned-- too much of that time is when she was being displayed as if she was spoils of war. That infuriates Diana. It was not Lurius who conquered and enslaved her. It was the Kurii agent Markus who captured her and the combined efforts of Chandor, Hakim and Jaros that taught her slavery. One night she tells her owner this, hoping that the fat Ubar will get carried away and kill her in his anger.

The next morning Jaros finds Diana sleeping on the hard tiles. She has been bitten and bruised and she shivers from the cold. Each time he sees her she seems more faded in both body and spirit. This sometimes happens with panther girls. Some embrace slavery wholeheartedly; others, despite the fact that they are sexually awakened, try to will themselves to die. It is plain to him that Diana of Themyscira falls in this second category. Her throat shows the effects of two suicide attempts.

His original plan to buy her and smuggle her to the Sardar has failed completely. His bid of 600 gold tarns was topped by a man he knew to be an agent of the Ubar. Then when the city administrator for Jad had made a legitimate bid of 1200 gold tarns Lurius had called the farce to a halt by announcing his prior ownership and disinclination to sell.

Since that time Jaros has realized that the powers of Wonder Woman are either gone or entirely suppressed by her condition as a slave. It probably has something to do with the white metal bracelets the slavers had found no way to remove. He had reported his observations and inquired about this matter but so far the Sardar has chosen to let his questions go unanswered. In any event, aside from her size and undeniable beauty there now seems little that is special about the slave Diana. Since the auction there have been no instructions concerning her disposition, Jaros has to assume that his masters are content for her to be in the Ubars chains.

Their implanted slave, on the other hand, is far from content. An attitude which Jaros finds hard to understand. When he had found Callista of Tharna serving the Priest Kings as a half-tamed chamber slave he had been amused by her fate. The insect-like rulers of Gor were unmoved by her beauty but found a way that it could serve their purposes. Although his former free companion was frustrated and bitter, she was not physically or emotionally abused as Diana was being abused. He does not understand why the barbarian was being so mistreated, but it is clear that the end result will be the loss of her sanity.

That bothers him for reasons that he doesnt want to examine. He just knows that the beautiful kajira is completely dependent on him and that she stirs feelings in him, which are deeply possessive and protective. He wants to own her body and her soul, and he wants to protect her from every man but himself. Such feelings for a slave, especially someone elses slave whom he hardly knows, are completely absurd and unacceptable for a member of the Caste of the Warriors.

The Ubar of Cos plays a waiting game as the day approaches in which Jaros of Tharna must decide whether to again take gold for personal service to Lurius of Jad. Each time he has pressed for a decision the mercenary becomes more determined to assert his independence. Yet Jaros does not say No. Each time he has insisted that he will make a binding decision only on the last day of his contract.

I realize that this makes things inconvenient for you, Ubar. But this is not a decision that I wish to make now and regret later. My inclination is to leave, yet you pay me extremely well and your hospitality to me has been unequalled. On the other hand, there seems to be less and less need for my sword at your side and an increasing need for a spy-catcher rather than a Warrior. You have ended the constant warring between Cos and Tyros and Ar. If such successes continue I will soon be back to selling my sword to merchants needing caravan guards.

Port Kar remains my enemy. Koroba and Thentis seem poised to back the remnants of the Vosk league against my coalition. There will be no peace in the next two years. Of course, if you would rather be a simple soldier there is no captain in my army that will not welcome your addition to their ranks.

At times I think I would prefer that. Then I recall the advantages of positions of greater responsibility, such as the monthly pay. That is why I continue to deliberate about leaving your service at this time.

They both laughed and the subject was dropped but only for a time. The Ubar discussed the matter twice each week with Jaros as the final month of his two years of paid service approached. With three weeks to go he moved his newest Kaisa piece into position. I am growing tired of the sluts long face and whining at my couch each night. Unless you want Dianas service in your quarters, I will move her to the kitchens to join the kettle girls. She has mostly served her purpose already as a symbol of my power. It is time to get some useful work out of her.

You have my thanks, Ubar. Your beautiful Diana is quite hot in my arms. A man could do worse than to have such a girl as his chamber slave. I accept. Are there any limitations on her service to me?

She may not be killed or permanently disfigured without my approval. Any other punishment you care to impose is fine. I am not ready to breed her so keep her on slave wine. And because the public sees her as my slave she is to remain in the palace unless you and I leave it together with her.

I understand. You may be sure that she will not find me an easy master. No slave ever will.

Dianawaits in wonderment in her new and sumptuous living quarters. The tastefully decorated chamber contains a large bath and alien devices for keeping food hot and cold. There are comfortable mats with small tables within easy reach and, of course, an oversized sleeping platform stacked with soft furs. She has been slave long enough now to assume that she will share those furs with the primary resident of the room, perhaps with a succession of such men.

But the best feature of the room is a sunlit balcony with beautiful and exotic flowering plants. She is high above the city streets: so high enough that she can see the great ocean Goreans call simply Thassa. It is high enough that I could not possibly survive the fall. The Ubar has finally provided a way out of my involuntary servitude to him. She wonders briefly if he intended it that way.

I hope you do not find my mastery so hard to accept, Diana. It is the voice of Jaros, the magnificent bastard who so easily and thoroughly conquers her body. Once within his arms she cannot but call him Master. She sees he has discarded his sword belt next to the bed. The implication seems clear but she makes it a question. This is your chamber?

It is, at least until I leave the Ubars service. Until that time I have become your master for all practical purposes. I see from your face that this pleases you.

I am a slave, master. My use is the Ubars to grant as he sees fit. A slaves will means nothing.

He makes a sound of exasperationStop that. Within this chamber I desire honesty from you. We both know that you loathe being owned and commanded by Lurius. I want to know what you think about me.

You want to know what I think of you? I think you are a brass-plated bastard. You have treated me like a sex toy without another thought in her head besides getting fucked. I am a woman--a person with a mind of her own. If I smiled it is only because you are not that fat pervert who calls himself a war leader.

He claps his hands, slowly at first and then louder and faster. Bravo, Diana. Bravo. I was getting worried that Wonder Woman was dead. On the other hand I think I should correct you on one point. You said you are a person. You are actually a woman who has become a slave. Slaves are not regarded as persons under our law so how a slave is treated is decided by free persons rather than the slave. A kajira does have a mind of her own. What she lacks is the right to speak it without punishment. Do you understand me?

Yes, sir. I understand that this is a privilege that may be revoked at any time.

Good. Now here is the basic rule of your relationship to me. You will obey me. You may gripe and question my will verbally as much as you like within the privacy of this chamber, but your body will move as I direct it to. Do you remember the first whipping I gave you?

Yes Master, I have not forgotten. I will obey you. Dianas words are sincere. She has every intention of obeying Jaros as completely as possible. With her Amazons resistance to pain gone she is deathly frightened of the pain of the slave whip.

That is better. I am your master, my lovely blue-eyed kajira, so even when you talk back to me I had better hear that word from your lips. The Princess of Themyscira is a Gorean slave girl. She can be as proud or provocative or saucy or sensual as she wishes to be, but she will not be any less a slave than any other kajira. Do you fully understand me?

Yes, Master. It is quite clear that you want to fuck Wonder Woman. No ordinary girl will do for the great Jaros of Tharna, mightiest warrior on Gor. Jaros has said that she can say what she wants so she tests her limits with sarcasm.

What you say is not quite true, Diana. I would truly rather dispense with the exotic skin dye. Unfortunately, the drug to restore your original complexion is so painful to use that I will not force you to drink it. I had hoped you would reject the original drugs by now. But I digress. Its the enslaved barbarian princess slut I want in my arms, not a super heroine.

To his surprise and dismay Diana has broken into tears. Whatever are you crying for? Stop it this minute. I command it.

Diana breaks into laughter but tears continue to run down her cheeks. Master is a fool; he thinks that he can order a womans tears to stop. Im crying in happiness. You have just shown me the first act of true kindness I have known since I set foot on this goddess-forsaken planet.

Well I am going to show you a different type of kindness. Jaros pulls the furs off the platform and piles them atop the sleeping pallet on the floor. Take off your clothing and lie down here, he orders.

Master is horny this afternoon. What will he do if his slave is not ready for him? she teases as she lies down on her back and lifts his arms in welcome.

You are about to find out, wench. He pulls off his tunic and loincloth to reveal a sex that is thickening rapidly. He is thinking This woman is mine already, only mine. Even if I must seize her by tarn strike, I will keep her with me when I leave her.

He lies down with her face to face, bodies touching from head to toe: hers soft and receptive; his hard and dominant. They kiss and keep on kissing until she can hold back her orgasm no longer. I beg to yield, Master. Your slave begs to yield.

Yes, you may yield to me, my love. My slave is commanded to yield to her master.At his words Diana cries out with ecstasy and joy and profound relief that she is not alone anymore. She is loved by this incredibly virile warrior who holds her comfortingly in his immovable arms. And in that moment she falls in love with him. With all her slave skills and rampaging desire she tries to use her body to express that blossoming affection.

Jaros roars his own exaltation. This is more than a moments physical pleasure. He feels as if he is touching eternity. He had known a glimmer of such joy two centuries ago in Tharna, before the woman her loved foolishly challenged the Priest Kings. This was why he followed her there ten years later. These feelings of utter contentment and ecstasy are what he inadvertently sacrificed his freedom to achieve.

He continues to make love to his princess/slave until well into the night. Sometimes he takes her as an equal; other times he imperiously penetrates her welcoming depths with her in positions of submission to him. No matter what he demands, Diana gives it to him, all the while laughing andteasing until he finally enforces her temporary silence by using her slave shift as a gag. He holds her hands over her head with one of his while his teeth clamp on her neck. He strokes deeply yet slowly inside her tight slick channel. She comes again and again and again until at last he can hold back no longer.

They sleep with their arms around each other, his erection maintained by the tightness of her resilient cunt. Diana dreams, but this time they are not nightmares. She dreams of freedom, and of forfeiting that freedom for love. She dreams of Ka-El son of Jor-El of Krypton and in her dreams the kisses she once shared with Superman lead to greater intimacies. In the morning she awakens to the glorious feeling of a strong man filling her with his power. Once again the pair locks lips, only this time he takes rather than shares. His arms hold and caress her yet it is a claiming rather than an attempt to simply give pleasure. When he bites down on her distended nipples, she cries out in fear and shock.

You are mine forever, Princess Diana. I have claimed you and I will never release you from your profession of slavery to me. Say it again, kajira, Say that I am your Master. Say it. Jaros is a Gorean master. He cannot hold his feelings for this woman in check any longer, but he wills that they become the feelings of a master for his loving slave girl.

Diana does not respond immediately. She wants Jaros as lover and friend and protector but he wants something more Gorean. Yet she cannot refuse him, especially not while he is bringing her such pleasure and holds the key to the far greater rapture of slave orgasm. I am yours. Master. Diana is your slave.

Now yield yourself to me. Come for me, as you have never done before. I am inside you. I am around you, and there is no escape from me anywhere you go. Come, slave girl. Yield yourself as your master commands.

He speeds up his motions and Diana feels as if she is coming apart. She sees bright colored flashes and her body undulates in time to the great waves of sensation reverberating from her loins to the base of her skull and back. I love you, Master is her last coherent thought.

She awakens alone a few hours later. She is completely unchained save for the rough steel collar around her neck. She spies a red silk shift and tries it on. Despite her great height it fits, or at least it covers the parts of her she would rather not show to every male in the palace. She ties it with a yellow silk rope and smiles. She is now wearing the colors of a pleasure slave of historical Tharna. It seems that Jaros has a sentimental streak he keeps carefully hidden.

She looks around for something to do. The first thing that occurs to her is to remake the sleeping platform. The details of my relationship with the mercenary are no ones business but our own.. Next she realizes that his tunic need washing. She finds a bowl and some soap and goes to work. As she labors she remembers that Steve Trevor used to joke about chaining her to a stove. What would Steve think of me now? She wonders and then smiles.

* * * *

A change of duties brought an immediate change in the big barbarian slut, the Ubar observes. She is smiling whenever he sees her and she holds her head high once more. She moves with the proud grace of a pleasure slave now, I wonder if she realizes that.

Jaros never speaks of his pet with anything other than the usual indifference with which he speaks of slaves. But his disposition is much less surly and he is often unaccountably sleepy in the mornings. When the Ubar teased him about that one day, he confesses, Your slave is in love with me, Ubar. It seems she has quite a taste for my use and an almost inexhaustible supply of slave oil.

Have you developed a taste for Diana? The question is asked as casually as possible so as not to tip the Ubars hand.

I have no objection to having my manhood sucked to full potency and even less to having her squeeze it within her slick pussy walls. I have never known such a raw slave to juice so readily at my slightest touch. Should you wish to sell her I will purchase her.

My slave Dianas price is 1225 Gold tarn pieces or an extra year of your service to me. Are you interested?

Not in the least. I was unaware that my employer considered me a fool, I will work an extra month for her ownership or pay you 200 gold tarns if you prefer.

I have no present intention of selling her to anyone. We are not through with each other, this princess of panther girls and I. She calls me my Ubar rather than master. I have a mind to hear Master from those lush red lips before I sell her to a paga tavern for a single silver tarn piece.

I have never known you to care before when a slave hates you. Is there a reason for that which I should know about? Does she represent some threat to you?

Not at present, but perhaps in the future. She has a somewhat smaller and much younger sister. They look enough alike to be mistaken for each other at times, or so I am told. I have every expectation that the sister will prove more pliable and more entertaining for me. Now that we have learned that her people have the bodies of natural slaves the slaver who grabbed this one on Earth is looking into the possibilities for me.

I can see that it might not be wise to let Diana know your plans, nor for the two of them to meet in your palace. Why not be safe and sell Diana to me?

Because you may leave well before Wonder Girl wears my collar. Stay to serve me, and there ceases to be a problem.

I will bear that in mind, Ubar. You make a persuasive case for continued service to you in Telnus.

* * * *

As the days with Jaros passed, Diana finds that she thinks little of Earth anymore. Steve Trevors blonde male beauty no longer evokes even a sigh from the love-smitten kajira. She much prefers the dark good looks of the man who uses her at his whim: sometimes Jaros is excitingly ruthless; other times he is breath-stealingly tender.

For one thing, Steve Trevor was weaker then Diana Prince, even without her girdle of power. Jaros seems to have twice the strength of any Amazon and probably four times what strength Diana has now. She exercises strenuously, both to pass the time and to stay as fit and beautiful as she can, but her strength remains the strength of a big woman, not that of a warrior. She now longer really misses that additional power. There is no place for an Amazon in the city of Telnus.

Another major problem with Steve Trevor was that he aged far faster than she did. If I want to find a lifetime mate it will have to be someone from Gor, someone like Jaros who is well over three hundred years old and expects to live another 300 more before the Stabilization Serums fail to work function for him any longer.

She had asked him about that one-day and he explained: When administered as a series of inoculations starting in puberty, the serums nearly always work. Even so, some people reach their seventies before the effect fully kicks in. Those people look middle aged to an Earth girl, sometimes rather older. Other Goreans remain perpetual teenagers; at least as far as outward appearances are concerned. The Caste of Physicians constantly tinkers with the recipe and so the results from generation to generation have differed.

Ideally, a man will stop aging at 26 or so when his combined athletic and intellectual potential is at its peak. The favored formula for women stops the aging process between 19 years and 22 years after birth. In actual use the results, as I said earlier, are unpredictable. I have looked like this for as long as I can remember. Women of Earth origin say I look about 32 years old. How old do they think you are?

I pass for between 26 and 46, Master, depending on the makeup I use. What about Earth women? What does the serum do from them?

Barbarian slaves almost always arrive before their 26^th birthday. The slavers do make exceptions, but women older than that are generally difficult to slave train. They are also somewhat more difficult to sell. The vast majority of barbarians come here between age 19 and 23. Older girls are given something that stops the aging process completely. Unfortunately, its effect is not truly permanentthey must receive booster shoots or they will age at a gradually accelerating rate until normal aging becomes unstoppable. On average, a barbarian slave lasts about 250 years or so, if they are not killed for some form of disobedience.

What about the younger ones?

A slave runner should not be interested in any girl much younger than 18 because her face and body are still maturing. Her master cannot know what his slave will look like when the serums kick in fully. If a beautiful slave is adequately curved at age 18 or 19 she can be given the massive doses an older slave would receive. That usually works but sometimes fails. The failures continue to age at very slow rates and eventually attain the facial and body structure she would have reached in a few more years. In such cases the slave is doomed, but she may last a century before her system simply collapses.

Having exhausted his knowledge of the topic Jaros asked Diana What about Amazons, how long do they live?

We like to say that we are immortal, but thats probably not true. Some of us have grown noticeably older during my lifetime. They show age lines and figures with less youthful tautness as centuries have passed. Yet in my memory and in our histories none of us have died except in battle. We had conflicts among ourselves and conflicts with men, at least until we found a way to hide ourselves from them.

How old are your legends?

Very old, Master. So old that the official count of years is not accurate. There are tales of fighting against male civilization eight thousand years ago, which is nearly 2000 years too far back in time. Humans did not live in cities that long ago, nor did they fight in full-blown armies.

Are you certain that those battles took place on Earth? Civilization on Gor is ten thousand years old.

A more likely explanation is that our records are wrong or that something resembling civilization rose and fell on Earth but died out forgotten because they left nothing durable behind.

Possibly true, yet that is not the simplest explanation. There have been panther girls living in the Northern Forests for more than 8000 years now. Why could your mother not be a former panther girl?

That is absurd! Then Diana went thoughtful. She thought briefly of her relationship with her mother Queen Hippolyta and insisted. She would have told me.

Hear me out, Diana. The records of Ar tell of a time when the cities that are now called Laura and Lydius were both ruled by women, just as Tharna is today. The armies of those cities are said to have included more women than men, beautiful, athletic, violent warrior women.

What were the cities called? Dianas throat had gone dry.

One was called Themyscira. The other appears to have been lost to history but its people were called 'Banas.'

I dont believe you! responds Diana, badly shaken by what Jaros is telling her. Besides, the Amazons would have had no way of getting to Earth from Gor. I KNOW where I came from, Master. The Amazons were created by Hera and her sister Goddesses.

That is almost certainly true, or at least mostly true. But what of Heras origin, what race was she?

And you know the answer to that? I am waiting with baited breath to hear you enlighten your poor ignorant Kajira. Dianas sarcasm covered her fear that somehow Jaros was right and her people were living a lie.

Diana, I dont know the answer to that question. Yet we both know that the Priest Kings are real and that they have the power to move planets, or shatter them. They obliterate cities at their whim and they can incinerate a single man inside his home for violating their technology laws. If that is not power equal to that of your Zeus then I am a great fool.

You are absolutely right. It is every bit as much power and more. How does a mercenary soldier know so much about Earth and the Priest Kings?

I have met them. It was long ago and I was a fool for love. I wanted to rescue my former free companion, or at least learn her fate so I followed Callista of Tharna into the Sardar Mountains.

She was the most beautiful woman of our city; she thought she might be the most beautiful woman on Gor. She was raven-haired, as you are, with a complexion the color of rich cream. Her eyes were the deepest darkest violet and her slender body was the envy of pleasure slaves. She became obsessed with the idea of being Ubara of Gor by ensnaring the Priest Kings with her charms. I let her go; my only alternative under the laws of Tharna at that time would have been to enslave her and become an outlaw. Tharna had no female slaves within its walls in those days.

Ten years later, still haunted by my decision and the memory of our love, I too passed through the Gate of No Return into the Sardar. I learned Callistas fate and in the process became the slave of the Priest Kings. In some ways I am more completely a slave than anyone on Gor.

Because they hold Callista hostage for your actions?

No, because they have remade my body so that I am one of their living eyes and ears on Gor. I go where they tell me and if I try to resist they take over my muscles and move me at their will. I am under orders to leave Cos so that eventually some assassin will succeed now that Cos has broken the power of Ar beyond any repair. If there is any way to do it, I will take you with me. Will the Princess of the Amazons follow this slave even if it means being my slave girl?

I will pray to Hera to grant you your desire, for it is mine as well. I will wander the paths of Gor with you, Jaros of Tharna, whether it be as princess or as slave.

CHAPTER V: BETRAYAL, REVOLT AND FRESH BETRAYAL

A hand of days after their conversation Diana kneels on the balcony listening to the cries of the sea gulls. She is feeling joyous. Today Jaros of Tharna will become her Master in truth as well as in her heart. Tomorrow is officially his last day of service to the Ubar, but he has agreed to besmirch his honor so that Diana can be his love slave. Tonight at dusk a hooded tarnsman will land on the wire above this balcony and lower a rope, which will enable him to steal her away. Tomorrow Jaros will settle his accounts with his employer, the Ubar, and retrieve his kajira from a fellow agent of the Priest Kings. Together they will take ship to his next assignment.

It is hours before dark, but Diana has long since finished her daily chores. Aside from Jaross arms, the balcony is her favorite place in the palace. It is the one place where she can still picture herself as Princess Diana of her pre-Wonder Woman years. Telnus is a beautiful city and the view of the harbor is breathtaking. When she is on the balcony she is at peace, both with where she is and with whom she has become

She hears voices at the door and rushes back into the room to greet her master. But it is not Jaros who has entered, but Lurius and four of his equally twisted bodyguards. There is lust in their eyes and that look of anticipation in the Ubars which she has learned to hate and fear so deeply. She is the only woman in the room so she knows that she is to be the one suffering for his amusement and sexual gratification.

Right from the beginning the rapes are bad. Each man takes her as the slaves in the house of Anwar had done, with no real foreplay and with great haste and violence. She fights them and they begin placing her in greater and greater restraints until at the end she can barely twitch without causing herself pain.

Her legs have been bent and locked in a kneeling position by broad leather straps with buckles. Her elbows are held behind her back with a stout oaken beam but her hands are clipped to rings on the leg restraints. As a result of this, her knees are held apart by her straining arms. Her hair is tied around the beam to force her head painfully back. That done they lay her on her chest and take turns plunging into her completely defenseless ass and pussy. They let her scream. The session goes on a long time because Lurius keeps getting aroused again from the sound of woman screaming in fear and shame and pain.

Finally she is pulled to a kneeling position once more and a new horror begins. They start with her ears. Even on Earth Diana Prince had never had her lobes pierced. None of the Amazons ever did. On Gor such earrings are signs of extreme sexual degradation. Hot needles quickly penetrate her body so that silvery loops can be attached.

Her navel is pierced with another hot needle and a golden pin is put into place. She winces as rings are reattached to her breasts, but at least that had also been done before. When she sees the large ugly nose ring she pleads and struggles to break free but a man grips the sides of her head to hold it still so that that ring can be clamped into place as well.

The installation of rings in her labial folds hurts terribly, so much so that when the mens rough hands start working to isolate her clitoris she can bear no more of the sharp pain and humiliation. Please, Master. Do not do this to me. Your girl begs you not to pierce her there.

I must not have heard correctly. Who did you say was your master?

YOU are my Master, Ubar. Diana is the slave of Lurius, Ubar of Cos and she begs her Master not to pierce her clitoris.

Very good, Kajira. I am indeed your master and my slave begs most prettily. But she needs a final reminder than she is nothing but a slave girl. Your request is denied. This is your masters will.

Diana screams in agony while the red-hot needle penetrates the most sensitive part of her body. She screams still more as a heavy ring is clamped closed through her sensitive flesh. Her screaming stops only when a bit is forced between her teeth. She continues to moan and sob in pain and total despair.

Take her to the urt pit. But be sure to give the rodents something more inviting to eat first. After that go find me Jaros.

It shall be done, Ubar.

* * * *

Jaros follows the guardsmen down into the dungeon of the palace. He is puzzled. He had been in the city arranging ship passage from the island Ubarate of Cos when two of the palace guards told him the Ubar needed him urgently. He had planned to be in the throne room when the tarn strike occurred. The summons meant only a minor change in his alibi. So long as no one suspects that the masked tarnsman works for me, it really doesnt matter what my alibi will turn out to be, He reasons.

Lurius of Jad had simply greeted him warmly and renewed his offer of the Princess ownership papers if Jaros of Tharna would pledge his steel for two years. Jaros politely declined and made a counter offer of two months free service in exchange for the beautiful raven-tressed barbarian.

Lurius laughed and commented that perhaps the offer would be four months the following day and six months the day after that. I am not a fool either, mercenary. I can tell when time is on my side. As a precaution I have moved my prize slave to more suitable quarters. Perhaps a visit to them might change your decision to leave.

With each descending step the air seems to grow damper and the darkness beyond the torches more oppressive. At last they stop and a door is unlocked. Eight feet below the floor by the door is a kneeling woman, all but buried in a writhing mass of small gray animals. This is a garbage pit filled with small omnivorous urts. By her flamboyantly colored skin Jaros knows who the bound woman is.

They wont bother to do more than lick at her sweat and vaginal secretions unless they exhaust the supply of garbage, one guardsman remarks. If you wish to negotiate for a larger supply of garbage, the Ubar has instructed us to take you back to him.

I think not Jaros replies, his voice entirely without inflection. Tomorrow will be soon enough to say goodbye to him.

What about the girl? the other guardsman asks. He looks down at the pit and shudders as he imagines urts starting to tear away small pieces of his flesh. It would be a very bad way to die.

She is just a kajira. Although I believe her to be too valuable to destroy in this way, she is the Ubars property, not mine. I will not be coerced by concern for a slaves fate. With those words Jaros steps out of the room and starts up the stairs.

The chained slave girl in the pit below begins sobbing uncontrollably. She has heard every word; the man to whom she offered herself in love is leaving her in the power of a twisted monster without a trace of regret or remorse.

Jaros of Tharna is Gorean to the core. To him I was just a good lay, a sexually affectionate animal. I may still be sexual putty in his hands, but I can no longer love him. He is as cold-hearted as I originally suspected. With that realization all Dianas enthusiasm for life drains away. Hera, I ask you now to take away your gift of my life. I dont want to live as any mans slave, not even for a single day longer. I only wish for a chance to die as a warrior should, with weapon on hand.

Princess Diana of Themyscira does not hear the Goddess voice answer her heartfelt prayer, as her mother Hippolyta claims to have done. She hears only the hissing of urts as two of them push their snouts into her crotch to investigate the involuntary wetness that Jaross presence had evoked in her. Within a short while, she is thrashing violently despite the pain of the diabolical restraints fastening her to the floor by her clit and nipple rings. The urts raspy tongues are penetrating her vaginal lips and their furry snouts rub against her inflamed clitoris.

In her frenzy to escape the urts and their sexual torture Diana misses the sound of wood cracking behind her back. But she does feel the sudden relaxing of the pressure holding her elbows behind her and her thighs parted in a V shape. She experiments by arching her back with all her might and straining forward with her arms, legs and shoulders. This time the oak restraining pole breaks completely with a satisfying snap.

She is far from free, but now she can close her legs to protect her abused pussy from the Gorean rodents. Now she can lean forward enough to relieve the pressure on her nipples. Most importantly, she can reach the buckles on her leg restraints with both hands.

One by one, she frees each leg and ignores the strain on her clit to straighten them for the first time on several Ahn. Despite her recent ordeal she feels energetic, rather than weak. She feels Amazon strong; strong enough to test the eyebolt to which she is chained. Unfortunately, the anchor does not budge, and when she brushes away the urts she sees why. It is set in the concrete floor of the pit. Freedom can come only from breaking the three chains or tearing the rings from her body.

Wonder Woman is an Amazon warrior once more. The decision to endure the pain comes easily. Enduring it proves not so easy. She screams in agony as her flesh yields, and then blessedly loses consciousness. She is free of all restraints except for the white metal bracelets she has worn from puberty. Her body begins healing itself at a fantastic rate.

* * * *

The palace guardsman carrying the second days supply of garbage thrusts his torch into the room before entering. There is usually some slop spilled on the landing area above the edge of the pit and he wants to be sure of his footing. He is completely taken by surprise when the torch is yanked out of his hand and thrust back into his face. He backs away into the tunnel, saving his face from burns but depriving him of any chance to shut and re-latch the door.

The exotically colored kajira follows closely. Until that moment, he had never noticed how tall she was. Her right hand seizes him by the throat and backs him against the wall. Her left hand holds his right wrist, preventing him from drawing a weapon. She is stronger than I am is his last thought as her thumb crushes his larynx.

Some time later, another palace guardsman begins to raise his hand in greeting to a colleague coming up the steps. Too late, he realizes that the approaching figure is a woman. Her sword slices across his right wrist before his sword is clear of its scabbard. Soon afterwards his throat is cut by a skillful stroke of Wonder Womans razor sharp steel.

Minutes later, Wonder Woman continues up the stairs. Her hair is cut mannishly short and pulled back and tied at the nape of her neck as the soldiers did with theirs. The second mans bloody tunic is wrapped around her waist and his sword belt constricts her breasts to change her outline. From the shadows she sees her efforts at disguise will fool a man only when the light is weak. Unfortunately, her feet and calves remain pinkish from the now fading skin colors the house of Anwar inflicted upon her. She realizes that if she is going to escape the palace it have to be by battle skill, rather than by camouflage.

Two men are already dead by her hand. If caught, she will be publicly impaled; her owners position as Ubar requires that penalty. One way or another her slavery will end soon. Yet Diana wants more than that. She wants freedom for as long as she can hold it and she wants a measure of revenge. She also knows how to seek it. In this port city will be dozens of cargo bearing round ships, each rowed by 50 slaves. Galley slaves are strong men, almost all of them from cities once at war with Cos. Female slaves in Gorean cities generally lead comfortable lives; these men labor under hellish conditions. They, not her sister kajira, are Dianas natural allies now.

* * * *

Report, JarosThe Ubars voice is angry, yet fully controlled. For all his natural indolence and love of luxury he remains a Ubar. His palace has been invaded and his warriors slain. His men are looking to their war leader for guidance in avenging their comrades deaths.

You have lost twelve men, all in a direct path to the urt pit where the barbarian was confined. In my opinion, they all were killed by the same person, the slave girl Diana.

Absurd, she is just a woman!exclaims Darius, a Captain of the City Guards.

She is a woman warrior with a mans strength and size, Jaros counters The warrior sent to feed the urts was not killed by a sword, but by someones bare hands. The rings on the pit chains are bloody and speckled with torn flesh. If she had been freed by someone else then there would have been no need to injure her in that way. It was the girl alone, Ubar. What are your orders?

Do not bait me, mercenary. What orders have you given my guardsmen?

To seal off access to you, of course. Your life is my primary responsibility until sundown, Great One.

In other words, you made it easier for her to escape Lurius grumbles.

I could not know whether escape was her first priority. Had you chained me in that pit by my prick and balls then my first desire would have been to wash my sword with your blood. Escape would have been a secondary concern.

True enough, yet she has proved herself to be a woman, albeit a dangerous one. She chose escape. Were she any other slave I would simply set some sleen after her, but in this case that would make me look either weak or foolish. Darius, what would you suggest?

My Ubar must hire the slave tracker as discretely as possible. It might be best if you let it be known that the slave is no longer your property but that of the departing Captain Jaros.

I agree. Jaros, the barbarian is now yours. She stands accused of murder so I expect you to bring her to me by sundown for impalement. That will be your last duty to me.

What price will you take for her?

I meant that she was a gift, but I will take a single gold tarn piece if that better satisfies your honor. When you capture her I trust you will use her as she deserves, so as to redeem as much of her purchase price as possible.

She will not smile to see me, nor smile from the way I claim my new kajira, of that you may be certain. You will not see me again unless I stand before you with the barbarian princess on my leash.

As he leaves the palace with Dianas ownership papers in hand, Jaros is chuckling to himself. At sundown his contract expires and the big-breasted barbarian Kajira is his property after all. His honor demands that he try to catch her quickly, of course, but should he fail he will then be free to act as he sees fit. Be clever and wary, my slave, for if I catch up with you too soon I am honor-bound to bring about your death.

The sleen master Jaros chooses is delighted to have been selected for this task. The brightly-colored princess of panther girls was the talk of the city during the Love Festival and for many days afterwards. So she really is a warrior! he exclaims. I thought she was just a glorified panther girl.

She has killed a man with her bare hands and with a sword she killed two full hands more of the palace guards. For the safety of your animals we will not release them from their lead chains.

I thank you for that consideration for my livelihood. This way will take a little longer but I would not care to lose either of my sleen, especially to a slave girl.

The trail proves remarkably easy to follow. Princess Diana had quickly attacked the first tall free woman she had seen and knocked her unconscious. Then she had used stolen robes of concealment to quickly disappear into the crowd in the main market place. From there the sleen follow the trail downhill toward the harbor. Jaros is sure that by the time he arrives the runaway slave will have booked passage for the mainland. The only unresolved question is whether or not her chosen ship is still loading cargo or has already sailed.

* * * *

Wonder Woman feels the blood on her hands and shudders. She has killed in the past, but not often and always in open combat. Today she has killed as a thief kills, and not just once, but again and again. There is no honor in such victories, but considerations of speed and stealth demanded that she take no chances on failure. As Lady Kara of Kassai she cut the throat of every free person aboard a cargo round ship in order to secure the keys to the rowing benches.

Who wants freedom? She had asked and all fifty slave oarsman cried out I do. Then she had asked who would raise sword against Cos; a dozen men responded in the affirmative. She had only 9 swords in all, but the rest took up crossbows. Together they stormed the round ship in the adjacent dock. That raised her forces to 30 men with 21 swords and 6 crossbows. After a second fierce battle the rebel slaves controlled a third ship and their forces had swelled to 65 men of whom 29 carried swords and 17 carried shields as well as clubs.

At that point the revolt spread rapidly throughout the dock area as male and female slaves alike turned on their captors. City Guardsmen, who had been dispatched to deal with the galley slaves, found themselves delayed and harassed so thoroughly that three ships have rowed out into the bay, and another three ships were controlled by the rebels before the first company of guardsmen fanned out on the wharves in battle formation. To their Captains astonishment they are met by an organized force of armed men wearing tunics and led by a tall naked kajira brandishing a blood-soaked sword.

Jaros paid and dismissed the sleen master the moment he saw the red, white, and blue figure among the rebel slaves. He briefly considers his course of action. His former men are slightly outnumbered by the slaves with weapons. Tomorrow those same guardsmen will probably be his enemies, but for a few more hours their lives touch his honor. Besides which, he has taken gold to obey the Ubar and his orders are to bring the slave Diana to the Ubars justice. He walks swiftly into the massed troops, calling the rallying cry of the Ubars elite guards.

Dianas hopes fall as she sees the ranks of her opponents parting to admit a new leader. Jaros confers briefly with the Captain of the company of city Guardsman opposing her and then raises his sword to her in salute. The veteran mercenary had humiliated her in battle before, she remembers that and so she has to swallow her fear of defeat and re-enslavement. Her rational mind has told her all along that this rebellion could only end in escape or death. She has passed up three opportunities to leave already because she would not leave sword brothers in combat behind and because she wants to cause as much trouble for Lurius of Jad as she can. Until now, she had been optimistic that this revolt could spread throughout the city.

Without waiting for her allies Wonder Woman charges straight at Jaros of Tharna. She doesnt know what the explanation is, but unlike in their last battle, this time she has her full Amazon powers. She knows that she faces more than a man, but she wonders if he knows that she is also more than she seems. If not, she might prevail. In order to win this fight she has no intention of relying solely on the Roman-style double-bladed sword favored on Gor.

The freed slaves behind her shout the names of their cities as they also charge their oppressors. Battle is joined. Gambling on a quick victory she throws herself to the ground in a baseball slide and kicks Jaross feet out from under him. Had he braced himself the impact would have shattered his kneecap. He goes down hard, but his cybernetic reflexes enable him to parry Dianas sword point away from his belly. She easily uses her legs to throw him off her and he crashes into a group of his own soldiers. Their drawn blades leave shallow cuts on his arms and along his ribs.

Seeing their invincible captain downed in just seconds of combat, the men of Cos lose heart quickly and retreat in good order to await reinforcements. One man remains behind: Jaros of Tharna. Bodies fly through the air as he throws off the men trying to restrain him and rises to his feet. His eyes are strange. When he speaks his words have a mechanical cadence to them.

You may not remain on Gor as a free Woman, Diana of Themyscira. This planet is the realm of the Priest Kings and it is our will that you take ship for the House of Samos in Port Kar. Obey or face the Flame Death. We have spoken.

What will happen to me in Port Kar?she demands to know.

Samos will carry out our will. He will see that you are conveyed to the Sardar.

Why should I obey you?

Because we are the Priest Kings. We helped create your people, a mistake we have long regretted. We will speak again in the Sardar Mountains.

Diana sees that the freed galley slaves backed away and knelt while Jaros was speaking. They believe that the mercenary spoke for the Gods of Gor. Diana knows that the Priest Kings are only an alien race with technology to move planets, but that only made this warning more serious. If their implanted agent was speaking for them then Port Kar is her next destination.

We sail immediately, she announces and turns her back on Jaros, who is shaking his head as if recovering from a dream. She doesnt see him try to follow her but she hears his footsteps on the pier. Waiting until the last split-second, she launches a back kick into his solar plexus. She connects solidly yet her opponent withstands the blow and even grabs her foot to twist her off balance.

In the wrestling match that ensues he has the advantages of weight and strength but her limbs are just as long with greater flexibility. She gouges his eyes until he releases her.

I dont want to hurt you, Diana, but I will if you force me to.

Youve hurt me already. You left me in that pit at Luriuss twisted mercy. For that I intend to hurt you as many times as I can.

I didnt leave you there; the Priest Kings did. I wanted to kill the guardsman and break you out of there but the Sardar completely took over my body. Those were not my words, Diana; I pledge that on my honor. I care deeply for you.

Then why are you trying to capture me now? she demands of him.

Jaros laughs ruefully. Because its my job. On this planet you are the super villain. Every Earth woman is automatically subject to slavery here because she has no home stone. You touched an edged weapon and used it on free men. For that the sentence is death. Even though I own you now, until sunset I cant take you from the city. I am honor bound to enforce the laws against murder. Do you understand what I am saying?

Diana smiles. Jaros has just told her that if she is still loose at sunset he will be her ally rather than her enemy. The ways of men and of honor are often just that absurd. I have a better idea, she announces. I will take you from the city as my slave.

With those words the battle is rejoined. Neither uses a weapon. Neither one pays the least attention to the armed conflict spreading from the wharf area into the city, nor to the escaped slaves loading captured round ships with looted goods. All their attention is on their skilled and powerful adversary.

They circle and feint and strike blows for Ehn after Ehn, Ahn after Ahn, with neither seeming to tire. She is just as tall as he is and just as quick. He is heavier and better able to take punishment but she has more training and experience in unarmed combat. As the fight progresses Jaros is limping more noticeably. Diana is favoring her left forearm; it is bruised from a club blow during the taking of the ships. Both bleed slightly from shallow sword cuts.

When she launches kicks he blocks them or turns so that she only lands a glancing blow. Whenever they grapple she breaks his holds as quickly as he does hers. Fists and elbows score hits but neither warrior falters yet. Stories will be told that night in homes and taverns. From those stories a legend will be born about the epic fight between the exotic barbarian panther girl princess and the formerly invincible warrior who would not concede defeat.

* * * *

Through his telescope Lurius watches his city falling into chaos. From what he has seen, Jaros of Tharna is making suicidal efforts to recapture his slut: even should Jaros win against the panther girl, the other rebelling slaves can quickly overwhelm him. By now Dianas fate no longer matters to the Ubar of Cos; he has a whole city to protect from what she has started.

Alert the tarn cavalry. Messengers are to go to Jad and each of the other garrisons asking for whatever reinforcements can come immediately. We will organize them into units as they arrive.

As the messenger leaves the room the Ubar continues barking orders. Lurius of Jad lost his taste for personal combat long ago yet he is still the same man who unified the island of Cos into a single Ubarate almost two centuries ago,We must alert the arsenal and activate the tarn ships there with no further delay. Otherwise the ships on patrol will have no way of knowing that some of our round ships are in rebel hands. Press gang every freeman you see; tell them their Ubar will be leading the fleet to sink or recapture our free peoples ships for them. A full hand of round ships has sailed so far, some of them in rebel slave hands. Should we delay any longer in closing the harbor we could lose as many as a dozen ships.

Yes Ubar, it shall be done.assures the departing soldier.

Darius? The Ubar address the man who is now his chief body guard.

Yes, my Ubar?

Round up every freeman left in the palace; arm them immediately. Every slave, male or female, is to be fully secured. Then you and your force are to leave the Palace cylinders completely abandoned. If we move swiftly enough we can confine this revolt within the city walls. If it spreads to the farms the prosperity of Telnus will not recover for years to come.

My Ubar is wise.

Your Ubar is a great fool to have antagonized his best warrior captain and a female warrior whose powers of recovery no one save the Priest Kings completely understands. I had a physicians report warning that her full powers were only dormant, but I took no special precautions with my slave. I will not make such a mistake again.

Princess Diana of Themyscira is having fun. She is bruised and bloodied yet completely exhilarated. She is winning again, after months of being pushed around by Gorean males. After three Ahn of continuous hand to hand combat she has more than held her own against her cyborg opponent. She has landed twice the blows Jaros has. His face is a mass of blood and she is certain that at least two of his ribs are broken along with his nose. She has a broken toe and bruised ribs of her own. But if it continues, this fight will end with her victory over the greatest warrior in Cos.

Her principle problem is that Jaross endurance is as superhuman as his strength. He is obviously in considerable pain but he does not seem to be any weaker or slower. Diana glances at the sky? Can I fight another Gorean Ahn? she asks herself. While the prospect of turning the tables on the arrogant mercenary is very tempting, she realizes that it is not worth risking her freedom.

Jaros can only watch as Wonder Woman bounds down the pier and dives into the blue water of the harbor. He starts to shout a warning but ends up coughing blood. He can barely remain in his feet, let alone follow her into Thassa. In three centuries of life he has never learned to swim: the deep waters of Gor are almost always infested with dangerous carnivores.

If she manages to make it to a ship she will still have to fight her way out of the harbor. She is lost to him for now; but he will never be able to forget her beauty and spirit. Nor can he forget the way he felt each time her voice called him Master. He makes a vow that Diana will wear his collar or she will leave Gor forever.

* * * *

Dianas captured warship waits in the shallow Tamber Gulf, surrounded by vessels of all sizes from Port Kar. The fight to exit the harbor of Telnus had been brutal. Two of her rebel round ships had caught fire but their crews of freed slaves had swarmed the deck of the tarnship which attacked them. The rowers on the warship were all armed freemen; the fighting had been protracted and bloody.

After that had come the chases. Time and time again the newly freed galley slaves pitted their strength and endurance against oarsman on pursuing ships from the arsenal or patrolling vessels on the high seas. To Wonder Womans delight and puzzlement, the ex-galley slaves had each time proved more than a match for their pursuers. Darkon of Ars Station, who was serving as ships navigator, explained that it was primarily a matter of superior motivation. Her men were fleeing to freedom, their pursuers were seeking battle.

How will we find Port Kar? She had later asked him, looking out into the morning mist.

It will find us. If I bring us within 40 pasangs then one of their patrol ships should spot us. Port Kars ships use tarns to improve their reconnaissance. Should they miss us we will simply run out of ocean and then follow the coast north or south as needed. Are you sure that you want to go to Port Kar? It is a notoriously bad place to be a slave girl, Lady Diana.

So I am told, but it is also an excellent place to be a captain of seven ships, Darkon. Even if I wanted to go elsewhere the Priest Kings have willed that I visit with Samos, the senior Captain of Port Kar.

Then I will bring you there, my Lady Captain. Her navigator had assured her.

When he meets them as they step onto the docks from a rowboat, Samos the slaver turns out to be much as the books described him; white-haired, weather-beaten, and with the eyes of a predator. I am Samos, my Citys First Captain. I greet you in the name of the Council of Captains. He speaks not to Wonder Woman but to the navigator beside her.

I am Darkon, once of Ars Station. I greet you Samos. Allow me to present you to Lady Diana. Her mother is Tatrix of Themyscira, a barbarian city.

Samos nods politely. How many ships escaped Telnus?he asks.

Diana answers We are the seventh and final ship, noble Samos. Two other round ships caught fire in the harbor and sank.

Nine ships does not change the balance of power, Samos comments,but the cost of replacing them will not be small either.Now he is smiling a predators smile. I heard that there was a general slave revolt. What can you tell me of this?

At Dianas gesture Darkon speaks.Reinforcements were arriving by tarn as we departed. I expect that order was restored by the 7^th Ahn of the next day. We did not stay but rather tried to take what loot we could in addition to the ships we escaped in. Unfortunately, two were lost in battle and we have come with only this tarn ship to offer Port Kar.

It is more than enough, Darkon. You and the barbarian may dine with me this night as guests in my house. The princess and I have private business to discuss.

Her food that night tasted absolutely delicious to Diana, as tasty good as anything she remembers from Paradise Island. The conversation also fascinated her. She learned more about the war between Cos and Ar and how the peace treaty replaced the council of Ar with a puppet Ubara who allowed the armies of Cos within her citys walls. Samos spoke briefly of the politics of Port Kar as well. It seemed the Council of Captains was not completely accepted as the highest authority in the city.

The entertainment is not at all to her taste, but she makes no comment about the slave girls whose dances are increasingly blatant offerings of their body to the guests and men of the House of Samos. They are slaves and she is free; their lusts are no concern of hers. When Darkon chooses to sample the charms of Samoss favorite girl Sandra, Wonder Woman welcomes the opportunity to retire to a private chamber with the agent of the Priest Kings.

Samos beginsI understand that you have worked against the Kurii on Earth. I do not understand how you fell slave.

As best she can, Diana explains what she thinks happened in her condominium.I believe they thought my friend was an ordinary woman whom some man of Earth had molded into a slave. When they learned otherwise, they left her behind and brought me in her place. I had not realized how much I relied upon my magical equipment. When my hands are tied it is possible to overpower me with numbers and that is precisely what the men of Gor have been doing to me since I arrived.

He goes thoughtful before speaking again, I received word twice that you would be coming to Port Kar. Iexpected Jaros of Tharna to accompany you. Where is he?

I dont know, and I dont really care. We fought to a sort of draw on the docks of Telnus. When I saw that my ride to Port Kar was leaving without me I swam after it, but he didnt try to follow me. I dont know why.

Perhaps he was too injured to swim, or simply did not want to risk being torn apart by water tharlarion.

Diana shivers. It had not occurred to her that the harbor was infested with air-breathing Gorean sharks.Or perhaps he simply didnt think he could keep up with me. I had beaten him up rather badly. She figures a little bravado cant hurt in her situation.

That is also quite possible. Let us change the subject to matter of mutual concern. I would hear of Earth and how the fight against our common enemy proceeds.

We are doing much better against their agents and terrorists lately, but the slave ships themselves remain so stealthy that even Superman has trouble intercepting them. Unfortunately, our efforts sometimes backfire on us. A super heroine called Batgirl has disappeared and the consensus among my friends is that she now wears a collar on Gor.

They are almost certainly correct, but there is more to the story. A super criminal was taken in the same slave run. She has escaped slavery and is creating a very destabilizing legend as a female outlaw called the Panther Woman. My masters in the Sardar have even brought one of Earths super heroes here to more quickly track and capture her. He arrived a few days ago.

Which one did they bring here?

I personally was not told. I have simply received an order to extend all needed assistance to Brutus of the Assassins should he come here.

Mentally, Diana makes the connection. Brutus is probably Bruce Wayne, Gotham Citys Batman. Samos is making no further mention of Batgirl, which means that Barbara Gordon is somebodys docile slave. Thats a shame. She wasnt much of a super heroine but she was a good kid and a smart crime solver. What she said was simply I have every confidence that this Brutus will solve your problem. Will he take her back to Earth?

That is the agreement we have with him.

What about me?

That has not yet been decided. I am told that my associate Jaros of Tharna has taken a special interest in you.

Well Jaros can go to Hell: Im nobodys slave girl. Wonder Woman is frankly aghast that the mercenarys desire for her should have any impact on her fate.

And yet you wore a slaves brand and collar and have no papers declaring your manumission Samos points out; his voice has gone very flat.

OK. Technically I was a slave in Cos by its laws. But this is not Cos. I understand that they are at war with Port Kar, so I assume its laws do not apply here.Diana responds imperiously.

True, but certain conventions are respected in all cities. As a slaver I respect the planet-wide rules of commerce and enslavement. You have admitted your Earth origin. I declare you slave and claim you as lost property from a hostile city. This room is now your cell, kajira. Do not try to leave it without permission.

She lunges at the slaver but he has anticipated her response and his hidden knife slices into the tendons on the back of Wonder Womans right hand. She watches him back away from her warily, as more men enter the room from behind her to seize her arms. She shakes them off but in so doing does not hear the whip until it wraps around her throat in a stranglehold. A backward jerk pulls her off-balance and three men pile on top of her.

Two Ahn later, Samos looks down at the angry slave in chains on the floor. He and his men have beaten and raped her thoroughly, yet the spark of defiance remains in her eyes. Only a fool would want such a woman he thinks, but then I never thought I would come to love my Sandra either. If Jaros is such a fool, he is welcome to her, but first I must think of a way to make a good profit from my ownership of this barbarian Kajira. Im a merchant after all, my codes demand no less.

EPILOG

Five months later Bruce Wayne answers his special bat-phone; it is Black Canary of the Justice League of America.

Weve started to restore Supergirls memory, Batman. Kara remembers now that the Kurii agent who was keeping her as a pet sent Wonder Woman to Gor on one of his slave runs. We need you to come with us to get her back. You have been there, Bruce; you know the customs and language better than any of us.

I am sorry, Dinah. But I dont think it would be appropriate for me to return, especially not at this time. You will have to make other arrangements.He suggests another source of possible help and hangs up the phone.

As he spoke a beautiful dark-haired slave had continued to kneel before him on the floor, her mouth enclosing his hard sex. Now he hooks his fingers in her nipple rings and pulls her up to him for a long deep kiss. He is in love with her and she carries his child within her gradually swelling belly.

The former Catwoman is lobbying for a marriage before their child arrives. He has no such intentions. He bought her ownership papers and then caught her on Gor. A slave girl she will remain, as far as he is concerned. After the kiss she returns to her service at his body.

Elsewhere in Wayne Manor two other enslaved former criminals are breaking in the Kurii agent who will become the family nanny. She is a noted child author and beautiful to look it. It was a considerable pleasure to burn his brand into her body and subject her to slave rape.

No, the Dark Knight thinks, If Diana Prince has fallen slave that might be just the right fate for her. He does wonder briefly, What kind of man could make a good master for such a hellion as Wonder Woman?

Want to know what else happens to Wonder Woman on Gor?

Read The Princess and the Mercenary by Clark and York

Then read Birds of a Feather by Theodoric of York

Want to know what happened to Catwoman and Batgirl on Gor?

Read A Cat and Fiddle: A Cat and a Bat on Gor by Theodoric of York

LIKE READING THE JUICY DETAILS?

Then read my The Cat and the Shackles

and Under the Shadow of the Bat