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been completely sexually "po- larized", the women Senators furious that any
"man" might ever consider turning their country over to Darlanis because their
be- loved Queen wished to put a halt to the enslavement of "alien" women.
Maris had "packed" the assembly in such a way that every married Senator there
had his wife listening in the gallery. She is, as someone once has noted, a
rather "crafty" wench at times.
"You've changed history," Carol said. I thought so too as we climbed
into the carriage with her. She had been magnificent.
"Never underestimate the `power' of a woman," Maris smiled.
I watched Kathi walking through the home that would be ours. She would
be of course responsible for keeping it clean, for all the "housewifery"
services that a slave girl is expected to do. The sensual exciting curves of
her body concealed but little by the brief leather of her clothing. Legally
she was still a slave girl, but neither Carol or I thought of her that way
anymore now.
"It will take a while before it is `our home'," Carol said to me. We
would no longer enjoy the "privacy" we had enjoyed back in the 20th Century.
While Carol could still "sun" herself on the roof top patio, it would not be
the "same" as it once had been. On the other hand we had neighbors now,
married couples of our same social status, the aristocrats of this society to
meet. I could see children playing in the great open area in the center of the
block, such being a common design of Dularnian urban life.
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"No TV, no soap operas," I smiled, looking about. None of the technology
that we'd gotten used to back in the 20th Century. Kathi now leaning on the
window sill, looking out at the city. I took Carol in my arms, held her to me.
Felt the wetness of her tears against my shoulder as I gently stroked her
walnut hair...
(A week later)
"I know you've both earned a good rest after everything," Maris said,
her emerald eyes glowing into ours as she sat there on her throne, "But this
war must be settled before it drags on and on and Lorraine dreams up new
`tricks' to pull on us next year." A good deal of Darlanis' "stubbornness" was
due to Lor- raine, Maris suspected, Lorraine being Darlanis' "pit bull" to
"sic" on us. I was now a naval captain in the Dularnian navy, and Carol was
officially the "Warlady" of Dularn, having been "confirmed" by the Senate the
day before. A number of Senators having "resigned" their positions and sought
political refuge in the Empire. I felt we were far better off without
"traitors" in our midst. Without the sort who had wished to betray us to Dar-
lanis. On the other hand there had been those who pointed out that the former
slave girls we had brought here to Dularn had been mostly criminals
"sentenced" to slavery for their crimes in California. Such women had no means
of "support" in our society except either by prostitution (this "disturbed"
the Prostitute Guild) or by finding some sort of employment, which might be
dif- ficult for many of them due to the differences in culture, lan- guage,
education and so forth. Maris' "solution" to this was in- genious. Each woman
was required to find a "sponsor", someone who would assume "responsibility"
for her until the time she be- came a self supporting citizeness of Dularn.
Most of these "sponsors" turned out to be single men as you might expect! In
any case the "problem" was now solved to everyone's satisfaction!
"You're leading up to something," Carol said, standing there beside me.
Her full dress uniform as "Warlady" was impressive. I knew the North Star and
the Swiftstar had been refitted, and were now being stocked with food, water,
supplies of all sorts. Volunteers being mustered in from the men and women of
the city. I understood that Maris planned to send the ships out to fight...
"The Empire will believe that we are no longer a `problem' now that most
of our ships have been either taken or destroyed," the Queen answered, the
jewels in her crown glittering in the light of the lamps. The rich sensual
curves of her body well displayed by the clinging blue silk of her carefully
fitted gown.
"Doesn't look like you're going to get your house furnished for a while
yet," I smiled, seeing Carol nod. The implications of Maris' words leaving no
doubt as to "what" she wanted from us!
"At least we'll have a bit more `space' this time," Carol smiled.
Without Maris the stern cabin would be "ours" this time!
Chapter Forty Nine
"Good bye, and good luck!" Maris Marn, the Queen of Dularn spoke as we
held her hands in ours. It was a lovely late summer day. A day to laze on the
beach, soak up some sun, work on a tan. Not a day to be sailing a warship out
into a hostile ocean!
"Just make sure that we have a `home' to come back to," my wife smiled,
taking the Queen of Dularn in her arms, kissing her. Maris nodded, well aware
of how "close" she'd come to losing all.
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I looked up at the flapping flag, the circle of white stars in the blue
field, the thirteen red and white alternate stripes. The Senate had not raised
that much "objection" to this new flag of ours. I wondered what the Imperial
reaction to it would be? Darlanis maintained that she "represented" the old
United States.
"Swiftstar's got her anchor hove up short," Carol spoke, bringing me
back to the reality of the present. Lars was a good competent captain despite
his lack of experience at "command"...
"Jib and spanker," I spoke, the first officer nodding. She was blonde
haired, green eyed, and "capable" from what I knew of her. Sandra was her
name, her last name "Steven". She was from the "disputed territories" as they
are called, the northern part of the State of Washington back in the 20th
Century. We also had Kathi aboard as our personal slave girl, I might note in
passing.
"Aye, Aye, Sir," Sandra answered, relaying my orders to the bosuns. The
sails rapidly ascending the masts. The North Star now being drawn up to her
anchor by a dozen men on the capstan. I hoped Maris would be happy with my
seamanship. There were at least three or four thousand people watching. It
would not "do" at all to allow the North Star to crash into another ship or be
taken "all aback" right here in the harbor with a good part of Arsana
watching! There was a big difference in sailing the ship with Maris there to
correct my "mistakes" and sailing her with no one to turn to as its captain!
True, I had my officers to rely upon, and I supposed Carol could "help", but
it was my responsi- bility, and I wanted to be sure that I did it right this
time...
I saw the Swiftstar take the wind in her sails, her anchor suddenly
coming out of the water, muddy and dripping, and I knew I could delay no
longer now! I barked the order to hoist the an- chor, and suddenly the North
Star was moving, the wind in her sails! Drifting backwards for a few seconds
until I let her fall off a bit, then with her jib and spanker close hauled she
became a living thing beneath my feet, and we were off to sea again now!
"A good design," I said to Carol, who smiled back, standing there beside
me. The crew at my order now hoisting the main sail as we followed the wake of
the Swiftstar out of Arsana's harbor, its blue green hull and sails now the
mark of a Dularnian raider.
"You're a good first officer," I said to Sandra, my careful inspection
of the ship having found little to complain about now. We were well out,
perhaps thirty miles or more at sea. The sails of the Swiftstar visible there
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been completely sexually "po- larized", the women Senators furious that any
"man" might ever consider turning their country over to Darlanis because their
be- loved Queen wished to put a halt to the enslavement of "alien" women.
Maris had "packed" the assembly in such a way that every married Senator there
had his wife listening in the gallery. She is, as someone once has noted, a
rather "crafty" wench at times.
"You've changed history," Carol said. I thought so too as we climbed
into the carriage with her. She had been magnificent.
"Never underestimate the `power' of a woman," Maris smiled.
I watched Kathi walking through the home that would be ours. She would
be of course responsible for keeping it clean, for all the "housewifery"
services that a slave girl is expected to do. The sensual exciting curves of
her body concealed but little by the brief leather of her clothing. Legally
she was still a slave girl, but neither Carol or I thought of her that way
anymore now.
"It will take a while before it is `our home'," Carol said to me. We
would no longer enjoy the "privacy" we had enjoyed back in the 20th Century.
While Carol could still "sun" herself on the roof top patio, it would not be
the "same" as it once had been. On the other hand we had neighbors now,
married couples of our same social status, the aristocrats of this society to
meet. I could see children playing in the great open area in the center of the
block, such being a common design of Dularnian urban life.
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"No TV, no soap operas," I smiled, looking about. None of the technology
that we'd gotten used to back in the 20th Century. Kathi now leaning on the
window sill, looking out at the city. I took Carol in my arms, held her to me.
Felt the wetness of her tears against my shoulder as I gently stroked her
walnut hair...
(A week later)
"I know you've both earned a good rest after everything," Maris said,
her emerald eyes glowing into ours as she sat there on her throne, "But this
war must be settled before it drags on and on and Lorraine dreams up new
`tricks' to pull on us next year." A good deal of Darlanis' "stubbornness" was
due to Lor- raine, Maris suspected, Lorraine being Darlanis' "pit bull" to
"sic" on us. I was now a naval captain in the Dularnian navy, and Carol was
officially the "Warlady" of Dularn, having been "confirmed" by the Senate the
day before. A number of Senators having "resigned" their positions and sought
political refuge in the Empire. I felt we were far better off without
"traitors" in our midst. Without the sort who had wished to betray us to Dar-
lanis. On the other hand there had been those who pointed out that the former
slave girls we had brought here to Dularn had been mostly criminals
"sentenced" to slavery for their crimes in California. Such women had no means
of "support" in our society except either by prostitution (this "disturbed"
the Prostitute Guild) or by finding some sort of employment, which might be
dif- ficult for many of them due to the differences in culture, lan- guage,
education and so forth. Maris' "solution" to this was in- genious. Each woman
was required to find a "sponsor", someone who would assume "responsibility"
for her until the time she be- came a self supporting citizeness of Dularn.
Most of these "sponsors" turned out to be single men as you might expect! In
any case the "problem" was now solved to everyone's satisfaction!
"You're leading up to something," Carol said, standing there beside me.
Her full dress uniform as "Warlady" was impressive. I knew the North Star and
the Swiftstar had been refitted, and were now being stocked with food, water,
supplies of all sorts. Volunteers being mustered in from the men and women of
the city. I understood that Maris planned to send the ships out to fight...
"The Empire will believe that we are no longer a `problem' now that most
of our ships have been either taken or destroyed," the Queen answered, the
jewels in her crown glittering in the light of the lamps. The rich sensual
curves of her body well displayed by the clinging blue silk of her carefully
fitted gown.
"Doesn't look like you're going to get your house furnished for a while
yet," I smiled, seeing Carol nod. The implications of Maris' words leaving no
doubt as to "what" she wanted from us!
"At least we'll have a bit more `space' this time," Carol smiled.
Without Maris the stern cabin would be "ours" this time!
Chapter Forty Nine
"Good bye, and good luck!" Maris Marn, the Queen of Dularn spoke as we
held her hands in ours. It was a lovely late summer day. A day to laze on the
beach, soak up some sun, work on a tan. Not a day to be sailing a warship out
into a hostile ocean!
"Just make sure that we have a `home' to come back to," my wife smiled,
taking the Queen of Dularn in her arms, kissing her. Maris nodded, well aware
of how "close" she'd come to losing all.
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I looked up at the flapping flag, the circle of white stars in the blue
field, the thirteen red and white alternate stripes. The Senate had not raised
that much "objection" to this new flag of ours. I wondered what the Imperial
reaction to it would be? Darlanis maintained that she "represented" the old
United States.
"Swiftstar's got her anchor hove up short," Carol spoke, bringing me
back to the reality of the present. Lars was a good competent captain despite
his lack of experience at "command"...
"Jib and spanker," I spoke, the first officer nodding. She was blonde
haired, green eyed, and "capable" from what I knew of her. Sandra was her
name, her last name "Steven". She was from the "disputed territories" as they
are called, the northern part of the State of Washington back in the 20th
Century. We also had Kathi aboard as our personal slave girl, I might note in
passing.
"Aye, Aye, Sir," Sandra answered, relaying my orders to the bosuns. The
sails rapidly ascending the masts. The North Star now being drawn up to her
anchor by a dozen men on the capstan. I hoped Maris would be happy with my
seamanship. There were at least three or four thousand people watching. It
would not "do" at all to allow the North Star to crash into another ship or be
taken "all aback" right here in the harbor with a good part of Arsana
watching! There was a big difference in sailing the ship with Maris there to
correct my "mistakes" and sailing her with no one to turn to as its captain!
True, I had my officers to rely upon, and I supposed Carol could "help", but
it was my responsi- bility, and I wanted to be sure that I did it right this
time...
I saw the Swiftstar take the wind in her sails, her anchor suddenly
coming out of the water, muddy and dripping, and I knew I could delay no
longer now! I barked the order to hoist the an- chor, and suddenly the North
Star was moving, the wind in her sails! Drifting backwards for a few seconds
until I let her fall off a bit, then with her jib and spanker close hauled she
became a living thing beneath my feet, and we were off to sea again now!
"A good design," I said to Carol, who smiled back, standing there beside
me. The crew at my order now hoisting the main sail as we followed the wake of
the Swiftstar out of Arsana's harbor, its blue green hull and sails now the
mark of a Dularnian raider.
"You're a good first officer," I said to Sandra, my careful inspection
of the ship having found little to complain about now. We were well out,
perhaps thirty miles or more at sea. The sails of the Swiftstar visible there
a few miles ahead. Carol standing there on the quarterdeck, watching, her eyes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]