The moonlight sparkled on the sea as the Janis, its sails gleaming against the black star-sprinkled sky, held its position with the other three vessels. Its captain holding me close. We had spoken of much, of our hopes for the future, of the war that divided us. Of the puzzling fact that the pirate had not had any fear of the mighty Dularnian trireme. Jon wondered about that, saying that if his suspicions were true, then he feared much for his country. He would not explain further, except to say that he feared the worst now that Janis was dead and her brother Darl Jord, a worthless "playboy", was now Queen Tulis' only child except for Darlanis, who had been "disowned" many years before! I knew of the Queen's action, although Janis had thought it a "mistake" on her mother's part, and had suspected that it might have had something to do with the war now between the two countries. Darlanis was a proud regal woman, and "touchy" about her "honor".
With us, a cloak thrown over her provocatively clad form, was his lovely slim provocative slave girl, Yvette Senchal, once the personal slave girl of the Prince of France. (Her name was actually "Yvette, the girl of Prince Senchal", but due to the confusion of language, she had somehow gotten the name "Yvette Senchal") I wondered what thoughts went through her mind as she looked out at the three other ships there in the moonlight, thousands of miles from her home, the vessels slowly rolling with the gentle swells of the restless sea there beneath the glowing Moon.
I watched a "ship's girl" in her short clinging shift pad across the deck and disappear down a hatchway. The Janis, like all warships, carrying a number of such wenches sentenced to service aboard a warship for their crimes. Unlike my era, there are no prisons as such anymore, criminals being sentenced to serve their countries by many such forms of servitude. The concept first being started back in the early 21st Century by my late friend Janet Rogers, who did so much to "civilize" Humanity.
The life of a "ship's girl" is not usually hard, although like any slave girl she must obey perfectly or face the consequences of her foolishness! In battle she is expected to nurse and tend the wounded, a duty she and her sisters in bondage perform under the watchful eye of the ship's physician. The Priestesses of Lys refusing to have anything to do with military matters. They have their reasons, which I will get into later on.
The Janis carried half a dozen such wenches, their very lives at the mercy of their captain who could execute any that did not obey orders, slaves being as rightless as animals under both Imperial and Dularnian Law. It is very rare however for a girl to suffer such a fate, for they know very well why they are where they are and what is expected of them! In general, those I have seen seem content with their fate, there being few women in the 26th Century who actually truly hate sex. Credit here going to the Priestesses of Lys, who establish the sexual morality of the 26th Century much like the religions of the past so did.
It had not come as that much of a surprise to me to learn that France too had the famous Priestesses who form the world "established church" of this era. The Priestesses operating in much the same way as did the Roman Catholic Church during the Middle Ages in Europe. They are all powerful, and none dares to defy them for reasons that I will get into in another chapter. I will mention here that they were the invention of Janet Rogers in the 21st Century, and that I did play a minor part unknowingly in such matters. Having suggested to Janet that she study the role of the Catholic Church back in the Middle Ages as a "stabilizing force" holding society together. Their relationship with the Lorr is symbolistic of the power that they possess, and will, I am sure, surprise as many of my readers as it first astounded me!
The Priestesses of Lys have as I mentioned earlier nearly eliminated all other religions, their intolerance in this field one of the few things that I have against them. My largest argument with them however is their hostility towards technology.*
* There is a "reason" for this which will be in the next book.
The War did not occur because Man learned how to travel through space to another world, but the uses to which he supposedly put his new knowledge to slay others of another race not his own.
Jon threw a cloak around me and drew me close, the mighty Janis barely rolling in the swell as we followed the other vessels now creeping towards Sarn. Sarnian Lady in the lead, her sails barely filling in the slight breeze. I wondered again what thoughts went through Yvette's mind as she stood silently at the rail. She fascinated me. I suspected she would do the same to Darlanis. Perhaps even deflate that golden Empress' swollen ego just a bit too when she learned of the Empire of France! Of a tall dark haired Empress who many called the "second Napoleon". A monarch much like Darlanis who was now "conquering" all Europe!
"Shall we go below?" Jon asked, looking into my eyes, it being now long past midnight. I thought of what this day had held as I nodded. I had awakened that morning confident that we would soon be in Dularn with Janis. Then Sarnian Lady had showed up. We had fled, but to be captured later on when the wind died. I remembered my first glimpse of Darlanis, of Sharon's hatred for her that had almost cost the beautiful golden Empress her life. Of Sharon getting spanked there on Sarnian Lady by Darlanis. Of my "trial" if such it was for the charges of "piracy". Later conversations with Darlanis. The excitement of spotting the pirate. My suggestion to Darlanis that had resulted in our causing the pirate to attack the Ronda. The intervention of the Janis. The death of Janis Jord, the Princess of Dularn. The loss of my friend Lana. My meeting with Jon. Yvette Senchal. I thought of the drawings she had made as she padded quietly behind us. Scenes of another land unknown to those of western North America! Another civilization in the very land of my birth centuries ago!
Yvette's touch was gentle as she washed me and prepared me for love, smiling and touching me just enough to let me know that wenches like her weren't something you'd find in any slave market! I found her touch exciting and arousing, Yvette, like any highly trained slave girl, being quite capable of pleasing a woman as well as a man. I thought of Darlanis' Lynn. Yvette made her look like a Priestess in comparison! I was "buzzy" from the wine I had gulped down, and already well lubricated, "readied". Freshly shaved, Yvette smiling a bit about that as free women of her own land did not shave their pubic hair, but only trimmed it.
Yvette then slipped the black strip of silk over my head, drawing it down over my oiled and perfumed body, having inserted into me the scented vaginal suppository that is often used by slave girls, and tied it in place around my slim muscular waist. I wondered about the sparkle in those dark eyes as she then slipped a silken cord around my neck, looping it around my throat and then slipping the ends under my armpits. Swiftly tying my wrists to its ends. The bondage crossing my wrists behind my back and rendering me as helpless as any slave girl! There being sufficient strain on me from it to insure that I would be well aware of my helpless bondage! My body ready to serve a man's pleasure! I prayed that Jon would like what he saw brought before him! Yvette had done the best that she could for me.
Giving me a final intimate caress to insure that her efforts had not been in vain, Yvette then brought me forth from behind the screen to present me to her master. I felt giddy from the wine and the setting, the bondage and my scanty attire exciting me! I knew then why slave girls often love their masters. I knelt before him, my head down, in the position of the docile slave girl awaiting her master's pleasure. "My use is yours, master," I said, meaning every word that I uttered!*
* Some of my readers may object here that a scene like this is completely out of order from the type of person that I appear to be in the rest of this story. However it should be remembered here that what I look like does not mean that I am the "sexual dominatrix" that Jack always made me out to be back in the 20th Century. While I do not object to playing out such "roles" on occasion, I prefer the "submissive role" in my own love-making.
At a motion of his hand I stood, turning before him at his command, my nipples swollen and hard beneath my golden clips and my vagina wet and ready for love. "You are a very attractive and desirable woman," he said, touching my face and looking into my eyes as I stood barefooted before him. I wondered what Jack would have thought if he could have seen me then. The black silk covered just enough to tease the eye. I do not have a very feminine figure, but somehow Yvette had worked wonders, for I could see in his eyes that he found me exciting and desirable. I moaned softly in my throat with desire as he took me in his strong arms, my body molding itself to his. This night I would be his, his to enjoy as he wished. I wanted it exactly that way.
"You are a rather surprising woman," captain Jon Richards of the Janis said, looking down into my dark eyes. My loins still all tingly from the powerful orgasm that had rippled through them. I had arched and moaned like an animal as he took me. Using me as a woman, as I had hoped he would. Our bodies damp beneath the covers from what we had done together. He had even removed my nipple clips so that he might kiss and suck my nipples.
"You could always sell Yvette and keep me," I teased. Kissing him, running my fingers over his back. I was glad he had untied my hands before taking me. It had taken all my self-control not to dig my nails into his back when I came. My legs drawn up and wrapped around his hips as I took everything he could give me! It had been a l-o-n-g time since I had been so well "had"!
"I will give it some thought in the morning," he answered, kissing me again, making me squirm as he reached down to touch me, the scent of the suppository mingled with my own scent and the odor of his come that now oozed from between my vaginal lips.
"I'm also good with a sword and bow," I pointed out, slipping a caressing hand down there to return his touch, my long tapering fingers talented and sensitive. Doubtlessly he had already noticed that when I stood beside Darlanis fighting the pirates. Such is considered an "asset" in any 26th Century wife.
"That's not generally required of a slave girl," he answered in reply. Kissing my naked nipples and gently biting them, something that encouraged me to slip under the covers and apply my warm wet lips and mouth where I thought he would enjoy it the most. I'm no "Lara Warsan" or "Yvette Senchal", but I'm no slouch "under the covers" either! I know how to please a man!
"You are making a very convincing case for keeping you," he admitted. Slipping several fingers into me and moving them delightfully, making me purr with the pleasure of his touch!
I made no reply, my mouth being filled at the time, his touch there between my thighs encouraging me to do my best. He then drew my hips to his face and tasted of me, delighting me to the core. I don't think even Yvette could have done any better than I did with Jon that wonderful glorious night!
Wrapped in blankets, we sat on the leather covered seat beneath the stern windows, the scent of the sea fresh in our nostrils. Watching the sky grow red in the east, telling of the sunrise soon to come. It would not be easy to say good bye. We kissed for the last time, knowing that once the sun rose we would once again be mortal enemies if I pledged myself to Darlanis as I now felt I should. She was now the only hope we had of eventually ending the warfare between our two countries. Peace seemed further away than ever now that Janis was dead and her worthless brother Darl now sat beside his mother on the throne of Dularn. Darlanis might yet add Dularn to her "Empire" given the present political situation there in Dularn, Jon had worried! No doubt her own mother had much the same fears as Dularn was losing the war to the Empire piece by piece. Queen Tulis lacked the personal "charisma" that Darlanis possessed. The ability to lead and inspire others. I remembered Darlanis there on Sarnian Lady. Men fighting among themselves for the "honor" to risk their lives for their golden Empress. Darlanis standing there before them. Tall, golden, like a "Viking Goddess" out of some old mythology! Now I understood why Janis had considered me the last hope of her people. I was the woman out of a time now legend. The "Lorraine Duval" written about by Janet Rogers. My decisions could influence the fate of nations, perhaps even that of a world to come!
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