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On Another World Ch. 01

By: DragonSlayer_OK



This is my first effort at Sci-Fi Fantasy. It will include a few made up words and names. If you are curious, I will be adding a short pronunciation guide at the end of this story. This tale is very loosely based, and I do mean loosely, on some of the writings of Edgar Rice Burroughs and John Norman...combined with my own sick, twisted imagination. 

This story is a work of fiction. How much is fiction or not, I shall leave it to the reader to decide.

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My name is...or should I say was David R. Davidson. I am descended, though indirectly from the famous Davidson brothers who with a certain William S. Harley started a company in 1903, building motorcycles. I was born and grew up in California and, to nobody's surprise became a biker at a young age.

Throughout my younger years, I was also fascinated by all things military and joined the United States Marine Corps at 18. I was good enough and lucky enough to get into the Marine's elite Force Recon, the Marine's version of Special Forces, much like the Navy Seals or the Army's Green Berets. At that time, I also became interested in martial arts, almost to the point of obsession. I mastered, in seemingly little time, Taekwondo and Kempo and even won quite a few competitions. At the same time, after watching a few old Japanese movies, I also developed an interest in the katana, or as it's often referred to as the Samurai Sword. And, even became something of an expert with it.

I, myself had become what my officers jokingly referred to as a lethal weapon. I conducted many missions for the Marines and my country, most of which were and are still highly classified. Then, after 22 years, I started to become disenchanted with those who were in charge of my country and the military, so in late 1992 I retired and returned to the biker lifestyle. I joined a motorcycle club and after being a prospect for nearly a year and a half, became a full member. During my patching ceremony, I was christened DragonSlayer for my extreme enjoyment of playing Dungeons & Dragons as a kid. That was eventually shortened to DS.

Some years later, past my 50th birthday, I made an appointment to see my doctor. I had read somewhere than at my age, it's a good idea to be checked out occasionally, I had a complete physical. Near as I could tell everything went swimmingly well. A few days later, the doc called and asked me to come in and discuss my blood-work. He came in as I waited in his office. I could tell right away by the look on his face, the news was not good....

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Four years later:

The pain had become unbearable. I had been fighting a long losing battle with pancreatic cancer. The end was near. I had a few days at best. Or worse, depending on one's point of view. I wanted it to be over. My shriveled body lay in a hospital bed at a hospice near San Diego. The cancer had spread and was consuming my entire body. 

My only joy in my last remaining days was reading. I read on a computer, scrolling though the stories with a mouse, as I no longer processed to strength to hold a book for any length of time. The last story I read was "A Princess of Mars" by Edgar Rice Burroughs. A fanciful tale of a former Confederate cavalry officer of the American Civil War, who was somehow mysteriously transported to Mars and became a great warrior and hero of sorts there. The story filled my dreams in what little troubled sleep I could get. 

That night, I lay awake, begging death to come take me and end my suffering. The morphine no longer eased the pain very much at all. 

I suddenly heard a voice. "Enough!" The pain vanished completely and I felt nothing, literally nothing. Is this death? I wondered. I opened my eyes to find that I had no eyes to see with. How could I see? There were two men talking to one another there. I could hear them, but how? I had no ears. My body, everything was gone. Only my consciousness remained. But these were not men, not human anyway. They looked like small grey aliens from movies and TV I had seen. These two, unlike the movies, were dressed in jump suits that were as black as night.

"The sickness has been eliminated." The first said. "And the body is being regenerated to its prime and modified."

I thought he was speaking to me, but learned otherwise when the second said, "Yes, but this will take time...We waited too long."

"No." The first said, "We still have time."

"What of the data download and the transportation difficulties?"

"It cannot be helped. His species will always have that particular problem. He will remember all, eventually."

Then it seemed as though some one turned the lights off. Nothing but, blackness everywhere. At that point, consciousness left me....

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"My Lord, I am for thee." Said a sweet sounding, lilting feminine voice. 

"Hmmm?" I muttered.

Then I came to. Where the hell was I? Who was I? I had little memory of anything. I was confused like I never had been in my life. Had I blacked out? Was I dead? It seemed to me as if centuries had passed. I wasn't even lying down. I was standing...on my own. I could remember that I had been ill, very ill and almost nothing else. Most important, there was no pain. I felt better than I ever had in my life. I looked around myself and was mildly shocked. I appeared to be in what looked like a medieval castle, yet with glass windows and modern lighting. I was mildly amused at the way I was dressed. I was in tight, black leather pants, knee high boots made of leather with metal plating and a loose fitting tunic of what looked like black cotton. Inscribed on the tunic, was a golden shield with a winged dragon done also in deepest black. I turned my head in the direction of the voice I heard and stared....

She stood there slightly bowing gracefully to me; her arms held away from her thin, lithe body, hands were palms up. Fear and anticipation covered her face. She was wearing a short diaphanous silver dress-like garment with but one strap over her left shoulder, which revealed much more than it covered. Easily she was one of the loveliest creatures I had ever seen, yet I instinctively knew she wasn't human. I wasn't sure exactly how I knew that, but I was certain. Her skin was the blackest black I could ever imagine. So dark it seemed to absorb all light around it. Her hair, in contrast was as white as snow. Long and silky in soft curls that hung nearly to her hips. Even the tiny bit of fine hair along her forearms was purest white. She waited expectantly.

"And you are?" I asked not sure what else to say.

"I am Qij-jah, the slave girl. My Lord...I am for thee." She said to me in her soft smooth voice kneeling down before me. She looked at the floor.

"Explain." I snapped. I tend to be a little cross when confronted with very confusing situations.

"I was selected for thee because of mine intelligence, my Lord. He Who Leads told me thou art from far away...that our ways are not thy ways. I am to assist thee in any way needed. To help thee adjust to thine new life here amongst us. Henceforth, thou art to be my master if thou art pleased with me. I am thine to do with as thee pleases...or not." The last two words were spoken fearfully.

"Then look at me. Where I come from, it is customary to look at someone when you are speaking to them." I ordered her.

She looked up at me and again I was struck by her loveliness. I was entranced by the beauty of her eyes. They were as deep black as her skin was, but with tiny gold flecks in them. Like the rest of her hair, her eyebrows and lashes were also purest white. In her black/gold eyes, I swore I could see her emotions. At the moment, I could actually feel her need to be any service to me. It seemed to me to be a sort of telepathy.... Interesting. I thought. Although, I knew she was not actually human, she was by far the most attractive woman I could ever recall seeing. Her facial features were as soft and delicate as any I had ever seen. She was beautiful! "How much have you been told about me?" I asked her.

"Please, my Lord, before we go any further, I must need to ask thee if I am acceptable to thee."

"Acceptable?" I asked.

"To be thy slave, my Lord. If not, I can have another girl sent. But, I am trained to be for thee...I beg thee to accept me." Something in her voice and her eyes desperately pleaded with me to accept her. Something in the back of my mind rebelled against my common sense and told me to accept her offer to be a slave to me. Inexplicably, her eyes changed color. They became a very light grey, bordering on white. To the point, it was difficult to distinguish the irises from the rest of her eyes except for the pupils.

"You will suffice...for now." I said trying to sound indifferent. The truth was I want to get to know her a lot better in more ways than one. I mentally cursed at myself. Here I was lost and confused, yet this lovely creature had unknowingly brought out some of my baser carnal instincts.

She smiled at me broadly. "Yes, Master!" She said cheerfully.

Master?" I asked.

"Yes, Master. Now that thou hast accepted me, I may call thee that." She seemed to be almost bubbling with excitement.

"You can call me that? You may it sound like it's some kind of special privilege." I chuckled.

"Oh yes, Master! Thou hast no idea. Remember, Master...our ways are not thine. I promise to explain everything to thee. Here, it is every slave girl's fondest wish to be able to call her man Master. Especially the Qoo-jan. That is the way of the females of my kind." She spoke rapidly, yet clearly.

"The Qoo-jan?" I queried.

"I am of the Qoo-jan...mine race or species." She explained. "Like you, we are not originally from here either. We were brought to this place many thousands of years ago to serve to the Terranians by the Grey Ones."

I remarked. "Apparently, there is a great deal I need to learn here."

That's when I noticed that I was not speaking English. It sounded like no other language I'd ever heard before, yet I understood it fully, even to its finest nuances and inflections and spoke it as if it were my native tongue. When and how did I learn this language? I was completely overwhelmed, yet managed to remain outwardly calm.

"Yes, Master." Qij-jah said. She stood and looked into my eyes. "May I approach thee?"

I nodded, but said nothing.

She moved closer. As she got closer, I took a really good look at her. Her eyes were slanted inward and had a strong Asian look about them. Her ears, now that I could see them clearly, were pointed much as one would imagine an elf's. She was much shorter than I first thought, barely coming up to my shoulders. Then, gently, she put her hands on my shoulders and pulled down ever so softly. I bent slightly, following her lead. She rose up on her toes and touched her forehead to mine. 

What happened then was staggering. I could feel what she felt. Her emotions struck me almost like a physical blow, but were not all that unpleasant. I could actually feel her happiness, her joy at being accepted by me. For a moment, her joy became mine. For reasons I did not yet understand, her eyes changed color again. They slowly turned golden brown...and then the color gold bullion...bright and shiny, as if they were giving off light of their own. The joy and happiness I had felt emanating from her became even more powerful and then seemed to mix with yet another emotion, but before I could identify it, she broke the physical contact. She then grinned sheepishly and stepped back.

"Ahem!" a voice interrupted.

I turned and looked, then nearly burst out laughing. There before me was what I could only describe as a wizard. The exact image in my mind of Merlin when, as a youngster, I'd read about King Arthur's court. Complete with long flowing black robe and a tall white staff.

M'lord Dee-Ess...." He sniffled in a voice that clearly indicated he thought himself superior to me. He glanced at Qij-jah and said. "I can see that he has accepted you, girl. Go now and make yourself ready, then fetch the bracelet."

"At once, my Lord." She smiled joyously at me, then turned and fled quickly.

He turned back to me, "I am the Arch-Mage of Terrania, Gilliam. Like the girl, I am here to assist you in your transition." He gave me a slight bow which he clearly disliked doing.

"I guess my first question should be, is where am I?" 

"Why Terrania, of course." He said as though this were common knowledge. Seeing that I did not understand, he rolled his eyes theatrically and said, "Come." He indicated a balcony near by and we both walked out onto it.

I was again stunned. I muttered to myself, "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." This was very clearly not Earth! The night sky was black with a noticeable purple hue. The stars appeared to be brighter and clearer than I was accustomed to. The moon, I saw was very much like the one I remembered, except that it wasn't alone. To my right was another, much larger moon. This one however looked like it had an atmosphere...land masses, oceans... even forests. 

As if reading my mind, Gilliam said, "That is Qoo-jah. The home world of the Qoo-jan. Then he pointed to my left to a dim yellow star, "That star is the one you call Sol. That is where you came here from." The night sky here was so breath-takingly beautiful that Earth's was dull in comparison. 

"But, why...." I stammered.

"All will be explained at the right time. I will tell you this much, Qij-jah and myself are the only ones who know of your true origin. And for the time being, that must not change." Gilliam's voice was ominously serious. "By accepting her, it might surprise you to know, you have unwittingly spared Qij-jah's life. And, by doing so, you have gained a slave of unquestioning loyalty. Had you rejected her, she would have been put to death. There is much more to her than you know. You've spent time with her...have you not yet actually felt her heart?"

"Yes, I felt something, but I thought that was...." 

"No! What you felt were her true feelings. It is how the Qoo-jan are. They cannot hide what they feel, especially when they become a bound slave. If ever there is any deceit in her heart, you will know it almost before she does. I think that is very unlikely though as she is devoted to you already." He smiled. "She has been training since her childhood to serve you. More than twenty cycles." 

I was about to ask what a cycle was when the answer popped into my mind like a long lost memory. A cycle was a Terranian year. Although, at something over 700 days was a much longer year than on Earth. Even the days, called cyclics here were also nearly twice as long as those I had known before on Earth. 

He led me back inside to a table with several chairs around it and indicated that I should sit. I did so and he sat across from me. "While Qij-jah is preparing, I should further explain a few things to you."

"First..." He continued "...She is yours...completely. More so than you can possibly comprehend right now. She shall be your servant, your valet, your teacher, even your concubine if and whenever you wish it. Once bound, serving and pleasing you will be her whole life. She will even give up her life for you if it ever becomes necessary."

This is a bit much to take in all at once. A dozen questions began to form in my mind, but Gilliam went on before I could ask even one.

"Then there are the emotional eye pigmentation changes." He said.

"Huh?" 

He waved me silent like a recalcitrant schoolchild. "It is very much similar to us blushing, but with the eyes. If the eyes turn grey or white, she is frightened or it could mean sadness. Red indicates anger, golden brown means happiness and gold shows she's aroused...ready for copulation...you know, for mating or any sexual use you may desire. As I told you before, emotionally speaking, she can hide nothing from you.

I wasn't too sure I liked this idea of having a slave. I had been brought up thinking it wrong. And I liked this fellow's casual attitude about it even less. "She's trained all that time to be a slave girl, a servant and a sex toy to a man?" I asked sarcastically.

Another theatrical roll of the eyes. "No, she has been trained to be yours...specifically. We've known for some time that you would be coming. I've known for more than 300 cycles!"

I did some quick math in my head. It came to more than a thousand years where I came from. How old is this guy? What was life expectancy on this world? 

"I wasn't even born on my home world then!" I snapped at him. Now, why did I say that? Why did I refer to Earth as my home world? And, why did it seem perfectly natural for me to do so?

"Nonetheless." He said haughtily. This fellow was really starting to get on my nerves. "Qaj-jah!" He yelled over his shoulder.

In a moment, a door opened and another Qoo-jan slave girl entered. She walked so smoothly, it was as if she were gliding across the floor. She could easily be a twin to Qij-jah. She might be a tiny bit taller, bit I couldn't be sure. I stared at her, briefly confused...again. She was quite lovely and wore next to nothing. A pair of soft leather sandals with straps that wrapped around her calves stopping just below the knees. A tiny purple wrap around skirt that left almost nothing to the imagination. A strong breeze might reveal whatever she did or did not wear beneath it. Beyond that and a little jewelry, she wore nothing. Her breasts were fully exposed and very lovely to look at. I would guess they were about a 36C by Earth reckoning...pert with nipples that were lighter than the rest of her skin. A dark golden brown.

She bowed gracefully to Gilliam. "Yes, Master?" Then she turned to look at me.

She froze. Her eyes flashed a grayish white. "Master, it is him! It really is him!" The poor girl was terrified. I could feel it. I was beginning to have second thoughts about Qij-jah. This ability to actually feeling other's emotions was turning into a huge pain in the ass. 

Right then, another seemingly lost memory popped into my head. I would eventually get used to this thing and even gain some measure of control over it.

Meanwhile, Qaj-jah dropped to her knees on the marble floor. She pressed her head to the floor and stretched her arms toward me. Almost inaudibly, she stammered, "M-M-My Lord, forgive me." By this time, her eyes were nearly as white as her hair. 

I look down at her and after a moment, commanded her. "Get on your feet, immediately."

She jumped to feet and stood close to Gilliam still frightened. She started to speak, but I silenced her with a gesture.

"You will never prostrate yourself before me like that again. A simple bow as to your master will suffice. Is that understood?

She nodded, but said nothing. 

"This is my home now, is it not?" I looked at Gilliam...He nodded. I spoke calmly. "In my home, we do things my way, all right?"

Gilliam and Qaj-jah nodded as the natural deep black pigmentation slowly returned to her eyes.

A transformation came over Gilliam. Suddenly he seemed become tender and caring. He turned to Qaj-jah and said. "You are here to assist in a bonding ceremony."

"He has accepted the one selected for him?" She asked, smiling.

"Yes. Qij-jah." He informed her, smiling.

"Qij-jah? My Qij-jah?" She asked incredulously. She is to be bonded to The One?"

"Yes, she is to be bonded to him." He nodded toward me. Then, he noticed my apparent confusion. "They are siblings." He told me. 

Still baffled, I asked, "The One?"

In English, he said "Later." Giving me a warning look.

Further discussion would have to wait as Qij-jah apparently picked that moment to return. She reentered carrying a small ornately decorated wooden box. She was now appeared to be dressed identically as Qaj-jah save that the short skirt she wore was bright red and not purple. Her bare breasts were perhaps just a wee bit smaller than her sister's was, but prettier I thought. 


On Another World Ch. 01



The two saw one another, hesitated then smiled hugely. Qij-jah set the box on the table and they fairly ran to each other. They stopped mere inches apart, placed their hands on one another's shoulders and touched foreheads. Their eyes became a light golden brown as tears ran down both their cheeks 

I looked at Gilliam and in mild sarcasm, I said, "Let me guess, happy, right?"

"Well, they've not seen one another in a very long time, Qoo-jan siblings are always very close, especially these two. They've been separated since just before Qij-jah started her training."

After a short time, the girls kissed and embraced one another. "Sweet sister, Qaj-jah...It is oh, so good to see thee once again." Qij-jah said. "I have missed thee so much."

"I too have missed thee and I am so happy and proud to be with thee again. Especially on the night of thy binding." Qaj-jah told her sibling.

"Yes, he hast accepted me." Qij-jah was practically bubbling with happiness and excitement. She looked at me smiling brightly. Then the girls walked to the table, Qaj-jah picked up the box and moved across the room to a smaller narrow low table that I had not noticed before. The low table was situated in front of an extremely large fireplace with a small fire burning. There were two large cushions next to the table.

Qij-jah knelt on one of the cushions, looked at me then nodded her head at the other cushion. I knew without being told what to do next. I walked to the low table and knelt on the second cushion facing her. Our knees were very close, but not quite touching.

Qaj-jah opened the ornate box and swung the lid away showing what was inside. It was a slave bracelet. I saw that Qaj-jah was wearing one almost identical to it. The bracelet looked heavy and had small chain that stared at one side of it, through a tiny loop in the ring and back to the other side of the bracelet. Yet, it also had a very feminine look to it.

Another cushion was brought by Qaj-jah, which was placed beside and between Qij-jah and me. Gilliam knelt on that one. He took the slave bracelet from the box. Still holding it, he offered the ring part of it to me. Next, he opened the bracelet. Then, I heard a slight 'snick' and felt a light movement within the ring. I look at it and saw four tiny sharp blades on the inside surface of it. I knew that by putting the ring on Qij-jah's finger I would be cutting her. I was briefly worried; I had no wish to hurt this girl. Then, common sense told me this was part of the ceremony, similar to the blood ceremonies conducted by some of my home world's cultures. 

Gilliam leaned slightly toward me and whispered, "Repeat after me."

I gave him a quick nod.

"I, Sir Dee-Ess, accept thee Qij-jah as my bound slave with all privileges and responsibilities that come with this binding in accordance with Terranian laws." He whispered again.

I repeated the words exactly as he said them.

Qij-jah held out her right hand to me, the middle finger a little elevated above the others and said, "And I Qij-jah gladly and willingly accept this symbol of our binding. Mine body, mine spirit and soul are thine forevermore until life leaves my body." Her lips trembled slightly as she spoke.

Gilliam said to me, "Now, push the ring on to her finger as far as it will go, then put the bracelet on her wrist and close it...you must do this quickly." 

With no hesitation, I shoved ring on. I could feel the small blades tearing into her flesh. Red blood welled up instantly. To her credit, she did not cry out, enduring her pain silently. A single tear ran slowly down her cheek. I recalled thinking; at least the color of her blood was normal. Then as quickly as I could, I slipped the bracelet over her wrist and closed it. Two things happened. The seam on the bracelet where it closed vanished as if it never existed. I heard another 'snick' and correctly assumed the blades in the ring retracted. The bleeding eased. 

Without warning, Gilliam reached over and grasped my left hand and with a small needle like dagger sliced open the middle finger, then pushed her right hand into my left. I watched as her blood and mine swirled together and mixed as if it had a mind of its own. After a few seconds, it suddenly dried instantly, become a powder and floated away on an unseen air current into the nearby fire. I looked and my finger was healed leaving only a slight scar.

Next, Qij-jah took my right hand with her left and leaned forward touching her forehead to mine as she did earlier. Once again, my mind was flooded with her emotions. The same joy and happiness I felt before, only stronger. Other emotions came through as well. Just a touch of fear and apprehension...pleasure, and then all feelings were overpowered by love. I realized that Qij-jah loved me...deeply. More than that, she was deeply in love with me. I wondered about this as we had met scarcely an hour ago. Lust and sexual need was there too. She pulled back a little, and then leaned in closer. Our lips met.

It was incredible! Her kiss was sweeter, more intimate and by far more overwhelming than any I experienced in my more than 50 years on Earth. I felt a warmth stirring in my groin and only common sense prevented me from taking her right then and there. Her face flushed a bright gold. My sudden need to ravage her body almost took over, but then I was saved by the proverbial bell....

"Ahem." Gilliam interrupted.

The kiss broken, I looked at him, "Yes?"

He looked at the girls. "Qaj-jah, take her to her Lord's sleeping chamber and prepare her." He commanded.

"Yes Master." Qaj-jah swiftly moved swiftly to Qij-jah's side, assisted her to her feet and led her away. Qij-jah glanced over her shoulder as she left. I could see longing in her eyes and could still feel her need until the door closed behind them.

Gilliam gave me a friendly smile, "Now all that is left is for you to consummate the binding. I would wait a few days though. It is yet another oddity of their species that the longer you wait after the ceremony, the stronger her bond to you will be. She does not yet know that though. Not more than a dozen cyclics though, as then the bond could be damaged. Remember that the binding is only consummated by normal intercourse. You may of course use her any other way until then." He smiled

"Gilliam...." I asked him, "...What was with the attitude when you first came in here. You were haughty and impatient. Among other things. And now...."

He frowned slightly and sighed. "I have had what you would call a bad day. Then you arrived here more than two cyclos (Terranian months) later than expected. But, you are here now. And, you may or may not have noticed that Qaj-jah has a calming effect on me. You will experience the same with her sister, believe me." You and I can count ourselves lucky. Siblings among the Qoo-jan are very rare indeed."

"What's this crap about me being 'The One'?" I asked him.

"Tomorrow...That's when your indoctrination recommences. I will start to answer your questions then." He got to his feet just as Qaj-jah returned. 

She bowed to me, "Qij-jah awaits her master, my Lord." She said smiling softly. Then Gilliam and her departed my quarters.

I remained there on the cushion for a while thinking. It seemed that I was starting to remember some things. And much of what I began to remember made little or no sense to me.

I knew this.... I was on Terrania, the fifth planet of ten circling a blue-white star. The first of these was itself a star, a white dwarf. The main star was known on Earth, the planet of my origin as Sirius. Though why none of the bodies orbiting it save the white dwarf was known, I did not know. Or maybe I just did not remember yet. I was assuming, of course, that all the knowledge I would ever need had already been given to me, but much of it was some how temporarily lost. 

Terrania was still in its medieval stage of development and had been for several thousand years. The culture not become stagnant, progress had simply slowed to a crawl. The inhabitants seemed to be quite happy with things the way they were. I had been brought here for a mission although what it was, I didn't remember or was not yet informed.

I was, apparently of the Warrior Class in what seemed to be a class or cast system. I assumed that some one or some thing thought that my talents in my previous existence might be useful. All I knew for sure is that I was completely pain free and felt like I was in the best shape ever.

Then there was another issue that was of some importance to me. What was I going to do with Qij-jah? It was clear that slavery was quite normal here, but I had no wish to participate. I only accepted in the beginning to appease her apparent desperation and was, to a point, glad I did after learning they she would have been killed had I rejected her. I wanted to know more about that as well. I could not begin to understand why a creature of such incredible beauty should ever be murdered. In a very short time, I had already become rather fond of her. Speaking of which, I got up and walked to my bedchamber.

I went in and was pleasantly surprised. Unlike the rest of my quarters, which were rather Spartan, the bedchamber was warmly decorated. There were some beautifully colored tapestries hanging on three of the walls. On the fourth was a huge fireplace virtually identical to the one in the other room. In front of the fire on an ornately decorated katana kake, a stand for holding weapons was the daisho, the two main swords used by the Samurai Warriors in Japan so many years ago on Earth. In the center of the chamber was what had to be the largest bed I had ever seen. I guessed it was nearly twenty feet long and nearly as wide. In the center of the bed, kneeling was a completely naked Qij-jah, except for her slave bracelet. She was staggeringly beautiful. Her firm round bottom was resting on her heels, her knees spread wide. I could see a small tuft of silky white hair just above the slit of her nether region. Her breasts, while not really very large, were in my mind, the perfect size...the perfect handful I had always joked during my previous life. 

Her feelings were seeping through into my mind. The bonding had not actually made them stronger, but clearer. I could easily identify everything she felt. At the moment, I felt the happiness she did. Pure genuine happiness. Not at having her life spared, but just being alone with me. I could also feel anticipation and a very strong sexual need building in her. Even in my hormone enraged youth, I never felt such a need. Her level of arousal was nearly beyond my comprehension. 

As I approached the bed, she crawled to the edge. My shaft was rapidly growing and hardening...her need becoming my own. At that moment, I want nothing more than to take and ravage her. 

"Master?" She cooed at me, smiling. Her face filled with anticipation and hope and her eyes had turned a golden color. She rose up on her knees, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. 

My mind was totally blown away! The kiss we had shared earlier was nothing compared to this one. It threatened to take my breath away. She momentarily broke the kiss. "Oh Master, how I love thee." She whispered, then resumed the kiss. Among the many emotions, I felt emanating from her, love was certainly there, so I had no reason to doubt her. 

She reached around and untied a kind of string at the back of my tunic. It loosened and she gracefully pulled it up and over my head, removing it from me. And, I received my umpteenth surprise of the evening. 

My body was bronzed as if I had spent years in the sun. And far more muscled than I could ever remember. It was not overly bulky like the body builders of my memory, but very powerful looking. There was a tattoo on my chest over my heart that wasn't there before. It was the two Japanese swords, the daisho crossed in intricate detail in red. By far, the most meticulous design I'd ever seen. 

Qij-jah moved closer to me, caressing my chest and rubbing her pelvis against me. With her free hand, she reached down and began to knead my rock hard cock through my trousers. In an excited, trembling voice, I heard her whisper, "Oh Master!"

Images started to flash in my mind...images of Qij-jah and me, both naked and making love. There were images of her on her back with me thrusting my cock savagely into her...her clutching at my body and mewling with pleasure. It was as if I were seeing these images with my eyes. They seemed so real it was a bit spooky. The odd part was that the images seemed to be of us from her perspective, as thought looking trough her eyes. I shook my head to clear it. She must have noticed my brief confusion.

"Master? Thou canst see it." She asked incredulously happy. 

"See what? The images of us?" I asked her.

Clearly stunned, she asked, "Thou canst really see them, Master?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I can see them, but damned if I can understand it."

She threw her arms around my neck again and hugged me tightly. "Oh Master, we are blessed be the Deities! I can see it too."

Then that memory came to me. Apparently, it is referred to as the Vision. To a limited degree, aside from feeling her emotions, I could 'see' her desires. I could actually see through her 'mind's eye.' This was very rare on Terrania. Only one in several thousand men seemed to have this gift with their chosen woman.... But, why her and I? And she could see it too? This is even rarer. Something on the order of a millions to one. All of this was confusing. I started to feel like I was like living in a live sci-fi movie.

"I don't...." I started to say.

A light rustling noise interrupted us. There immerging from behind a curtain by the balcony, was a man. He was wearing black boots and tight black pants of some unknown material. He was shirtless. On his chest, was a tattoo of crossed daggers. He smiled evilly at us.

Qij-jah jumped to her feet still on the bed shielding my body with her own. She hissed at him like a great cat. Her month wide open, I noticed something different about her blinding white teeth. Her canines were a good half inch longer than the others giving her a very vampire-like appearance. Reaching back, she put a hand on my shoulder so she could know my exact location. She kept herself between the stranger and me.

This was an assassin! Although I had no idea how I knew that, I just did. And here, I had been led to believe that my arrival on Terrania was a closely guarded secret. Perhaps not.

He chuckled grimly and produced a long throwing dagger in his right hand. He then shook his head and in sarcastically sad voice said, "What a terrible waste of a good female." He raised the dagger to throw it. She was the target, not me! I grabbed her by the arm and jerked. 

Being new here on Terrania, in an apparently new body, it seemed I severely underestimated my speed and strength. Because, an instant later, Qij-jah hit the floor a good ten feet behind me collapsing, and slid, hitting a heavy chair headfirst and was still. The dagger missed both us by no more than an inch.

The assassin started to come around the bed, apparently intent on completing his mission. He had all but ignored me til now. I hit him.

The blow took him by surprise. He went down in a heap, but quickly scrambled back to his feet. "Do not interfere warrior." He said to me. "I have no quarrel with you."

"If you intend to harm Qij-jah, we have a quarrel." I told him.

"She is nothing more than a slave."

"Perhaps, but she is my slave." I hit him again, harder.

The punch staggered him for a moment, just a brief moment. With surprising nimbleness, he leapt and tried to kick me in the head.

I saw it coming and blocked it as though he was moving in slow motion. I gave him a straight punch to the center of his chest and knocked him back several feet, onto the balcony. A flash of concern crossed his face. He pulled out another dagger and made ready to throw it. 

With growing anger, I leaped at him, kicking him high on his chest, just below his throat. He stumbled backward in a vain attempted to regain his balance. Across the balcony he went. Then, his legs struck the railing. A flash of real fear covered his face, and then he went over. 

A loud piercing screw cut through the night air. I ran to the railing and watched him fall, end over end, arms and legs flailing. I can only guess that he ran out of air in his lungs while falling. There was a pause and a second scream started. Then it stopped abruptly and there was a red smear way down there near the bottom that marked the end of the assassin. Another apparent gift of this new life on a new world, I see it all clearly. It looked as if his body exploded. Bloody chucks and pieces all over. The assassin that had come there to murder Qij-jah...my Qij-jah! I turned and ran back inside.

Just as I got to Qij-jah's side, two guards burst into the room. They were dressed in tunics identical to mine though they also had on chain mail and open-faced helmets. They were armed with halberds. "M'lord?" they both said as one. 

I picked up Qij-jah and carried her to the bed. I began to realize my newfound strength. She weighed practically nothing to me, little more than a newborn. As I lay her down, Gilliam and Qaj-jah hurried into the room. They looked at me questioningly.

"Assassin!" I said. 

Qaj-jah shrieked and ran to her sister's side, weeping. 

"She's not seriously hurt, Qaj-jah." I told her. "Just a bump on the head from my overzealous attempt to protect her."

"Where is he?" Snapped Gilliam at the guards.

The guards, not having seen what happened, bowed low to Gilliam. "We do not know M'lord; we only just got here ourselves."

"Dead." I said, "I killed him."

With a look of confusion, Gilliam asked, "Where's the body?"

"Out there..." I pointed to the balcony, "I knocked him over the railing and he fell." Gilliam stalked off to look. 

I heard a soft noise behind me. I turned and found Qaj-jah bowing gracefully to me. "My Lord, mine sister will be fine with some rest. Thou art uninjured?" She continued after a nod from me, them frowned uncertainly at me, and then said. "She is here to serve and to protect thee my Lord, not thou her. Dost thou not know this?

"She was the assassin's target, not me. I could not, would not allow her to be killed."

"What?" She asked, baffled. Then asked, "Forgive me, My Lord. Thou art certain he is dead?" 

I gently took her by the arm and led her to the balcony railing. I pointed down. "That's what's left of him down there." 

A savage look crossed her face and she hissed much like Qij-jah had earlier. She turned to me, bowed more deeply and gracefully to me, "I am in thy debt, My Lord. I must thank thee for mine sister's life." She paused a moment. "I can fetch thee another girl to see to thy needs if thou would like, or if thou commands it, I will remain here with thee." She said suggestively. She bowed yet again, even lower. It took a moment for me to realize what she meant. She was actually offering to have sex with me? I was beginning to think many of the folks around here were nuts. 

"I think not." I snapped at her, barely keeping my temper in check.

Seeing her mistake, Qaj-jah fell again to her knees. "I beg your pardon, My Lord. I meant no offence. Our ways are not thine. I had thought thou hadst been told about our ways."

I thought a moment, and then said. "Qaj-jah, perhaps it is I who should ask your pardon. You could not have known of my ignorance of your customs. I offer my sincerest apologies."

"Nay, my Lord, thou mustn't." She remained on her knees but looked directly into my eyes. "Thou art a warrior; I am but a slave girl."

"Besides, are you not bound to Gilliam?" I asked her.

"Yes, My Lord, I am bound to He Who Leads, yet he is but a mage; thou art a warrior. By all laws and customs in Terrania, thou dost out-rank him. It is thy right." She smiled, "Also, my master has wives to see to his needs." She was, it seemed, beginning to get a bit flirtatious with me.




On Another World Ch. 01



Wives? I thought. Polygamy must also be the norm here as well. Many more questions raced through my mine...all would be answered beginning tomorrow. I decided to be patient. Then, it dawned on me that it was more than likely that Gilliam was close enough that he could very easily overhear our conversation though he gave no such indication. He showed no sign that he had or concern if he had. He approached me. "I will be doubling the guard for the foreseeable future." He turned to Qaj-jah, "You will remain here as an additional safeguard." With that, he turned and took Qaj-jah aside and spoke quietly and urgently to her, then stalked angrily out muttering about the failure of the guards.

A while later, I sat on the edge of the bed checking a still unconscious Qij-jah. Qaj-jah sat on a chair right next to the bed. "We Qoo-jan are tougher than thou knowest, my, Lord. She will be fine in a little bit. Said Qaj-jah. 

"I'm still a little worried. I've known her not much more than a couple of hours, yet I find myself very fond of her." I replied. 

"He Who Leads tells me that she has loved you very nearly since the start of her training."

"He Who Leads, that's Gilliam?" I asked.

"Yes, my Lord that is his title."

"How can she love a man she's never met?"

"Nonetheless, my Lord, she does...very truly and completely. Remember our customs and laws are not thy customs and laws."

We continued talking for a while, getting better acquainted. Mostly, I asked questions. I remembered Gilliam's warning about my origin being a closely guarded secret, so I kept most of my questions rather generic. I asked about Terrania and the populous. I learned a little more about Qij-jah and about some of her training. Qaj-jah told me that it was not uncommon for a Qoo-jan woman to fall totally in love with the individual she is being trained to serve long before she actually meets him. I learned than this was a male dominated world, although only one child of every ten to twelve on this world was born male. That might explain the polygamy. That was apparently true of all races and species here. 

I also learned that there had been war between two of the major nations on Terrania, one that bore the same name as the planet itself and Zoqeland, a large powerful nation almost exactly on the other side of this world. This had been going on for over 200 cycles, though there had been an unofficial lull for the past 25 cycles. She was about to tell me what started the war when Qij-jah moaned softly.

She stirred a little and opened her eyes a wee bit. She saw me and smiled. In a happy, groggy voice, she said, "Master?" She reached out and lovingly took my hand. Then she froze.

Her eyes popped wide open. With unbelievable quickness, she was on her knees next to me in a protective posture. She hissed just as she had before. She looked very fierce, her eyes flashing and grayish white, then red.

"The assassin is dead, sister. Your master killed him." Qaj-jah said to her. 

When Qij-jah realized there was no longer any danger and went to her knees before me on the bed, her head to the mattress, arms stretched out toward me. She looked up at me. Her eyes had become a grayish red now and she spoke, fear and anger in her voice. 

"Master, how am I to serve thee, to protect thee if thou dost cast me aside as thou did. I have been trained for this very nearly all of mine life. Thou, Master have caused me to fail in mine most sacred duty. Thou hast no idea how important thou art to all of us. If I am not permitted to fulfill mine obligation, thou must put me to death immediately!" The last part of her statement was almost an angry shout. She crawled on the bed to a small night table and jerked a drawer open. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and I felt unbelievable sadness and regret from her. She reached in and withdrew a short dagger, crawled back to me and thrust it into my hand, handle first, then knelt before me as she had when I first walked into here.

Qij-jah looked at Qaj-jah, "Forgive me sister." She looked at me, "Forgive me Master, but I do love thee." She was weeping harder, tears running down both of her cheeks. She pointed to her own neck just above the throat. "Start here, Master. Put the point here and push up quickly, it is the fastest and easiest way." She closed her eyes and began crying even harder. I had no doubt that she was ready to die.

That was when I lost my temper. I had been told by her sister, she would not hesitate to die for me, and I believed she would not. But I had no intention of killing her myself. I turned and threw the dagger in the direction of the fireplace. It hit the mantle with a muted thunking noise, more than half the blade buried in the wood. I grabbed her ponytail pulling her up and within an inch of me.

"Do not ever again presume to tell me what I should do." I told her, "That assassin came here for you, not me. And you Qij-jah are a living breathing creature. Your right to live is no less than mine is. Do you understand? You have failed in nothing. If I really thought you needed killing, I would have allowed the assassin to complete his mission." I snarled at her.

Her eyes went wide open again, "What?"

"It is true sister. The assassin was here for you, not your master." Qaj-jah informed her.

"For me?" She asked disbelievingly.

"Yes, your master saved your life." 

Qij-jah then smiled at me, her face softening. "Oh, Master." She put her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. "I do thank thee for mine life, Master. Please for give my outburst?" She kissed me. For a moment, it seemed as if there was just Qij-jah and me...and no one else, anywhere. I could feel her desire building rapidly. My own need was increasing even faster. I vaguely remembered Gilliam's suggestion that I should wait. I also remembered that due to my prior illness, it had been a very long time since I'd been with a woman. So, I decided to hell with waiting!

I deepened our kiss, caressing her sides and her back. I was only slightly aware that her sister was still there, but if Qij-jah didn't mind, I figured why should I. I cupped a breast with my right hand and licked her nipple. She shivered and began fumbling with my belt buckle. A moment later, she slipped and hand inside my unbuttoned trousers and grabbed my cock. She showed me that she too possessed unusual strength by suddenly pushing me onto my back.

In almost no time, at all she had me as naked as herself. She was kneeling next to me stroking my cock with both hands gazing lovingly at it. Again, I saw that whoever healed me and for lack of a better term remade me had also done some work there as well. I was longer and thicker than before. Not huge, but noticeably so. Next, she gently took my left hand into hers and guided between her legs to her pussy, "Touch me; Master...I have never been touched there by a man before." I felt a little fear from her, but her state of arousal easily overpowered that. I found it odd that she was so timid and so bold at the same time.

I looked at her, "You're a virgin?" I asked.

She shook her head, "Not as thou understandst, Master. Mine maiden shield was burst by artificial means when I came of age." She whispered softly.

With one hand holding mine against her sopping pussy and the other stroking my cock, she leaned over and kissed me again. Her kisses were becoming far more sensual. She wanted, needed for me to take and ravage her body. I could feel her need emanating from her. "I need thee, Master." She whimpered breathlessly between kisses. 

The images I had seen before came rushing back, even clearer than before. It was like watching us through her eyes. In the image, she was straddling me, my cock buried deep inside her. She was thrashing wildly, her small hands gripping my shoulders to maintain her balance. My little Qij-jah had all of me inside and seemed to be trying to get more. My hands were busy on her breasts, twisting and pulling on her nipples. The look on my face was wonder at her apparent joy. In the image, she was now looking at her sister. Qaj-jah was also completely nude, her legs spread obscenely with her fingers rapidly working her own pussy. I could see her lips moving, but was unable to hear her. I reckoned there was no audio to go with the vision I was seeing. Then, it disappeared.

Qij-jah was positioning herself over me, pointing my shaft right at her opening. I grasped her hips to slow her. If I was to be her first, I wanted to cause her as little discomfort as I could. I knew that avoiding all pain was impossible. I simply had no wish to really hurt her.

She smiled down at me. I could still feel her arousal and a little apprehension, "Please my Master. Let me do this at my own pace. Master, please trust me to know what I can or cannot take. I beg you, Master...Ple-e-e-a-a-a-se!" She weedled. I nodded and released her.

She then slowly lowered herself until the head of my cock pressed against the folds of her wetness. She paused for just a moment, and then dropped down impaling herself fully on to my throbbing member. She closed her eyes and bared her teeth. I thought that this must have been excruciating for her. For about ten seconds, she did not move at all. Then she began trembling...every inch of her shook. A strange sensation came over me. For a moment, I thought I was going to come, but it wasn't the same. Then I realized it wasn't me...it was her. Then she did come. Her cum flowed out of her like from an open faucet. Her hips started to thrust wildly and a soft keening noise came out of her.

"Master..." She said in a breathless whisper. "...I bless all the Deities for thee. Oh, how I love thee." 

With concern, I asked, "Did that not hurt you?"

"Only for a brief moment, sweet Master." She said, "I was told during my training how wonderful this would feel, but I...." She momentarily was unable to speak as she came again.

I heard a soft rustling noise to my left. I looked. Qaj-jah was now fully naked and had begun to pleasure herself, her eyes locked on us.

"Look Master, at mine lovely sister." Qij-jah said to me. "Is she not beautiful?"

Between having my cock inside one of the tightest pussies, I'd ever been in and the look on Qij-jah's face as she rode me and the look on Qaj-jah's face as she watched, I knew I would not last much longer

Qij-jah reached out, took her sister's hand, and held it tightly. Their breathing became coordinated. They looked at one another, then at me.

I couldn't take it any more, "I'm going to...."

With their breathing in sync, they both looked up, closed their eyes and hissed, together, then they came, together. At second later, I joined them.

As my cock slowly began to soften, Qij-jah climbed off me. "I am surely the happiest of my kind now, Master. I love thee and will serve thee all the rest of my days. I started to speak, but she gently put a finger to my lips to silence me. "Master, I knowest thou dost not love me...yet. Thou wilt come to love me as we spend more time together....I know this to be true."

I said. "You may be right, but already, I do care for you very deeply."

She smiled and said. "I know, Master. As part of the binding, I can feel what thou feelst, but not anywhere as near as strongly as thee can feel what I doth."

Qij-jah lowered herself, bent down and took my cock into her mouth. For just a second, I worried about her fangs, then without knowing exactly why, I decided to trust her. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Her tongue swirling around and her teeth gently, sensuously caressing my shaft, I became rigidly hard again in no time. After a few minutes, she let it slide soundlessly out of her mouth. "I love pleasuring thee, Master." She said smiling at me with her feline-asian looking eyes.

I got a sudden inspiration, and quickly pushed her onto her back and spread her legs obscenely. Be fore she could object or say anything at all; I lowered myself and began licking the wet folds of her sex. She had a sweet citrus like taste. Her breath exploded from her. Her hips and legs began to tremble. 

In a quivering voice, she whispered. "No Master, you mustn't." She was alternating between clutching my head closer and trying to push it away.

I paused long enough to say. "Mustn't what?" I then sucked her clit into my mouth and nibbled on it. 

"Master, it is I who am supposed to pleasure thee. I cannot do that while thou art doing this to me." She panted. Then after a night full of surprises, she did it again. In perfect English, she said. "I am going to come, Master." Her hips began to tremble. "Master!" She hissed harshly through clinched teeth. Cum exploded from her wet pussy. Her hips bucked involuntarily. She clutched at my hair. After a few moments, when her breathing became somewhat normal she smiled at me. "Master, thou art far too good to me." 

She and I shifted up toward the head of the gigantic bed to settle in for the evening. Qij-jah cuddled up close to me, and then looked at Qaj-jah for a brief moment. She pulled back the covers and nodded to her. Without a word, Qaj-jah climbed into bed with us and lay close to me, but was careful not to touch me. Her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and interest.

Qij-jah mumbled sleepily to me as her and I drifted off to sleep. "I am so pleased that I was chosen for thee, Master."

To be continued....

As always, your constructive comments are welcome.

DS

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Pronunciation Guide:

Qij-jah = Keej´ - jah

Qaj-jah = Kahj´ - jah

Qoo-jan = Koo´ - jahn

Dee-ess = DS (pronounced as the letters, separately)

Terrania = Tair - rain´ - nia (Based on Earth word Terra {Earth}) 

Zoqeland = Zoke - land (Zoke rhymes with Coke)

Gilliam = Gill´ - ee - am



On Another World Ch. 02



You will note that the forward or prologue for this chapter is a bit longer than most. The reason for is to explain more about the world of Terrania and its inhabitants, and hopefully not slow the story as much. Some explanations will still take place in the story itself. 

Terrania is a nation on a world of the same name. The country was situated on the largest and northern most of six continents. The planet itself is more than four times the size of Earth, but owing to its extremely porous core, it has a little less than half the gravity...perhaps that might help explain some of Dee-Ess, "our hero's" strength and abnormal abilities? Like Earth, it spins on a tilted axis around its sun albeit at a slightly greater angle of 33° 34'. There are thousands upon thousands of islands ranging in size from equal to Greenland, on Earth, down to some only a few feet across. The population is somewhat sparse compared to Earth at well under 2 billion. The city whose castle Dee-Ess is currently staying is named Tertapolis in the province of Eutopia.

On Qoo-jah and the Qoo-jans: Their world is nearly the same size as Earth, but has only half the gravity. They have very slightly wider than average feet, that have a very limited gripping ability...this is for climbing and other things that will come out in the story. While not fully prehensile, they have more ability than your average human does. Also, the Qoo-jan are exceptionally flexible. Qoo-jan slave girls do also have some limited fighting abilities...All the better to help protect their masters. The females can, also at will, release a venom when they bite, which temporarily incapacitates, but does not kill. Another thing...due to the shortage of males on Terrania, polygamy, lesbianism and bi-sexuality among females is somewhat more common than it would be on Earth and is never discouraged. Qoo-jan females are very exceptionally sexual creatures. As are almost all females on Terrania regardless of race or species.



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I woke up slowly. Then my eyes snapped open. No pain! I felt great...as good as I had...ever in my life. I looked around. I was in a huge bed. Probably the biggest I'd ever been in. Curled up against my body on either side were two of the loveliest creatures I've ever seen. They had deep black skin...as black as I ever seen in my life. Their long soft snow-white hair was an intriguing contrast. Both of them were naked, as was I. Memories of last night's events came flooding back. 

It wasn't a dream! It was real! I looked down at my own body. It was lean and quite muscular, not thin and emaciated as before. It was true. I had been some how transported to another world in a new body. In many ways, it was like the book written by Edgar Rice Burroughs that I had recently read. A retired Confederate cavalry officer transported to Mars, which was called Barsoom in the book. I found it rather amusing that the book had been written in 1912 and here I lay comfortably in a bed on another world almost exactly a hundred years later. 

Part of me still believed it was just a morphine-induced dream and I was actually dying of cancer on a planet light years away. But no, I was here on Terrania and seemingly in the prime of my youth.

The girls were both slowly starting to awaken. They both snuggled up tighter to my body. They looked like mirror images of one another as both lowered a hand down my chest, over my stomach then began to fondle my semi-erect cock. To my right, Qij-jah opened her eyes and smiled brightly at me. Her eyes were a light golden brown, changing slowly to gold. To my left, Qaj-jah started to smile, then froze. An instant later, she was on her hands and knees before me, her chin only a couple of inches off the bed.

"F-F-Forgive me, my Lord. I-I-I...." She hesitated. "...I-I-I was j-j-just...." She simply did not know what to say to me. She tried three more times to address me, but unable to say much of anything. Her eyes were a very light shade of grey. She was frightened 

I smiled kindly at her. "Don't worry about it, Qaj-jah. Where I come from, people are usually not held responsible for their actions while sleeping or for the first few moments upon waking."

Relief flooded across her face. Her eyes slowly returned to their normal black/gold color. She took a deep breath. "Nonetheless, my Lord, I beg thy forgiveness. 

At that moment, Qij-jah released her grip on my manhood, bounded out of bed, pulling Qaj-jah with her. "Come sweet sister, it is time to start my Master's breakfast."

They both picked up and donned their very short wrap-around skirts and gracefully, in step, loped out of the room.

I got out of bed and went into what I guessed was the bathroom. I guessed right, though it was not quite, what I expected. Certainly larger than any I'd seen before. I saw must pass for a toilet here. It bore a slight resemblance to a low padded chair, though it was made of polished stone. It sat back in what I could only describe as an alcove. I went to it to empty my bladder and found that instead of a bowl, there was only a hole that seemed to go down forever. I learned later that it led to a series of caves beneath the castle and city, where waste was collected and converted into fertilizer for the farms outside the castle. 

I finished my business and as I turned to look for a place to wash up. I saw a large mirror on the far wall and stared. In my prior life on Earth, in my prime, I was what was sometimes referred to as a lean mean fighting machine. That was now a joke compared to how I looked now. My skin was tanned to a deep bronze. I was heavily muscled. Not quite, like the 'full blown' body builders a la Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime. Not bulky, but somewhat trim without being too thin. I flexed. Impressive would not begin to cover what I saw in the mirror. I had the stereotypical six-pack abs. All over my body, the sharp definition of my musculature was almost cartoonish in nature. My hair was lighter...a golden dishwater blonde. It had all been combed straight back and hung down just below my shoulder blades. Although the prior evening's activities left it, looking a bit disheveled. There was no gray...none! It was thick, full and lustrous. The mustache I wore was long. It went across my lip, turning down at the corners of my mouth and stopped just below the jaw line. It was very neatly trimmed. I looked like I was under 20 years old again, I looked great!

I shrugged and turned away from the mirror. I liked what I had seen. I might have liked to look some more, but I apparently had a lot of time in what I guessed was a very long life now to check out my new body. I washed my hands and turned to leave.

Before I got to the exit, Qaj-jah entered. "Come, my Lord, I am to bathe thee." She pulled her tiny wrap-around skirt from her body, tossed it aside, and led me to the bathing area.

What I saw there was very reminiscent of what I might have found in Japan on Earth. There was an enormous tub fill with steamy hot water. Next to that was a grated floor with a short stool to sit upon while being bathed. There was also a small basket containing soaps, brushes and several pieces of cloth. Qaj-jah had me sit on the stool. Then she took a larger dipper from a peg on the wall. She dipped into the tub and poured the water over my shoulders. It was very hot. Not enough to burn me, but very near the limit that I could tolerate. After the first few scoops of the water, I got used to the heat and it began to feel quite nice. Within moments, I found myself completely drenched. 

Qaj-jah reached into the basket taking out some soap and one of the brushes. She soaped up the brush thoroughly and started on my shoulders. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the bristles on the brush were very soft and felt quite nice.

"My Lord...." Qaj-jah began. "There is much concern for thy safety after the events of last night...He Who Leads, spoke briefly to mine sister and myself. The castle guard has been doubled as well as thy personal guard." She paused, and then went on. "And...If thou wilt accept me, I too, have been assigned to thee for the duration."

"Assigned to me?" I asked her.

"Yes, my Lord. I too, would be your slave." She smiled sweetly.

"The same as Qij-jah?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Why?"

"My Lord?" She asked, perplexed.

"Why would I want or need another slave. Perhaps you were not informed that in my culture, slavery is against our laws?"

"Yes, my Lord, I know. But thou art not there anymore. Thou art here in Terrania. Forgive me, my Lord...thou shouldst adapt and change to our ways on some things."

I some how knew she had only my safety and best interests at heart. Based on what I had learned, she would most likely be as faithful and loyal as Qij-jah. Plus, after the way things went with sister, I was also worried she might be killed if I rejected her. I sighed. "Very well, In that case, I suppose you may consider yourself accepted."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." She smiled softly at me.

She continued with my bath. I let my mind wander. Much of the 'programming' that I received before I was brought here was coming back to me. I had been told it would eventually all come back. What would I do? Why was I here? That old/new memory had not come back to me yet. 

In the meantime, Qaj-jah had completely soaped up her body and began rubbing herself sensuously against me. There could no doubt in anyone's mind she was extremely aroused. Her eyes looked like gold coins except for the pupils. I could feel her arousal...just as I felt her sister's the night before. It didn't take long for me to become excited; due to this...emotional telepathy was the only thing I could think to call it. My 'little warrior' was already at rigid attention.

Qaj-jah slid smoothly, gracefully onto my lap. "Master...." She breathed seductively to me. Her left hand encircled and pulled lightly on my cock. Next, she brought her legs up and spread them impossibly wide. It hurt me just to watch her do it. She actually griped my hips on either side with her feet. And then she started to gradually lower herself, her hand guiding my iron hard shaft toward her dripping wet pussy. I brought my hands up to her hips. She then tenderly placed her other hand on my cheek, smiled softly, shook her head slowly, and said. "Let me do it, Master."

Just then, the head of my cock came in contact with the outer folds of her wetness. She sucked in her breath! She whispered, panting. "Oh, yes Master!" The emotions I felt from her were now a confused jumble. She continued on down, her eyes never left mine. Next, the entire head was inside her. She began to babble in a language that I was unfamiliar with. I swore I could felt every emotion she had ever felt in her life, although, lust and desire was starting to overpower the rest. I myself felt a little guilt, though I somehow knew that Qij-jah wouldn't mind. In fact, if anything, she would probably encourage it...yet, I still felt as though I was cheating on her. 

Then I was half way in. Qaj-jah's ears flattened against the side of her head. Her lips curled back, exposing her fierce looking fangs. The fierceness did not reach her eyes. All I could see there was lust, adoration...and perhaps love? She hissed. And then she came.

Her essence gushed out of her, soaking us both from the waist down. It seemed to me like nearly half a gallon of cum came pouring out of her, though logically I knew it couldn't be anywhere near that much. Her feet still clutched my hips; her arms went around my shoulders. Her legs failed and then she was fully impaled on my shaft. "Master! Master! By Kriegor's love, I do thank thee!" Kriegor, I was to learn later, is the Qoo-jan goddess of love and protection.

At just that moment from behind me, another pair of slender black arms encircled both Qaj-jah and me. Soft lips nibbled at my left ear. Qij-jah had joined us. "Master...?" She returned to nibbling on my ear. Out of the corner of my vision, I saw her look meaningfully at her sister and raise her eyebrows.

Qaj-jah nodded slightly and then turned her attention back to me. With her feet, she slid her hold on me up to my waist. And while it looked terribly uncomfortable, she savagely pounded her pelvis against mine. She closed her eyes and kissed me. Though I was prepared, the kiss was incredibly intense. She interlaced her fingers behind my neck and held on as if for her very life. 

Qij-jah kissed her sister's ear and continued by nibbling as she had on mine. I saw one of hands gripping Qaj-jah's shoulder. Just like last night, their breathing became synced. Their hearts quite literally beat as one. Qij-jah could feel everything her sister could, with equal intensity. They were going to come. I could feel it. They both started to tremble. Every muscle in both their bodies seized up as if an electrical current ran though them. They came...Now; to say they came explosively would be something of an understatement. Cum flowed freely from them both.

Then...we were back in my bed. How we got there, I do not know. Qij-jah was flat on her back. I was pounding my cock into her. Qaj-jah was kneeling over her sister's head and her hands on my chest for balance as she was already very close to coming again. Qij-jah was tenderly and lovingly sucking on her pussy. I too, was within seconds of coming. Wait a minute! This wasn't right! Was this the Vision? What did actually surprise me was that I was seeing all this through Qaj-jah's eyes. Qaj-jah's?

I shook my head and opened my eyes. We were all still in the bathroom. We had never left...I was right, the Vision, again. I looked down to see that Qij-jah was on her knees before me, eagerly and greedily sucking my cock. Qaj-jah knelt next to her, kissing and caressing both of us. I was coming and I was coming now! My cum hit the back of her throat and she swallowed it all easily. I nearly collapsed. The great sex, along with the emotional telepathy was going to be very draining on me. Then another side affect of the emotional telepathy became apparent. Even before my breathing began to return to normal and my cock became flaccid, it started growing and stiffening again. I looked at the girls and shook my head. As much as I could have enjoyed spending the day with these lovely creatures, there were more important things to do.

Both of the girls bathed me all over again. Qij-jah then shaved me. As smooth and close a shave as I ever received. Afterward, we returned to my sleeping chamber, where I found a clean set of clothing to wear.

Qaj-jah donned her tiny purple skirt and sandals, then excused her while Qij-jah insisted on helping me dress. Today's outfit for me was a little different from yesterdays. It started with a pair of what I only describe as boxer-briefs, which came down nearly to my knees, and a very long, long-sleeved t-shirt-like garment. Next, came a hauberk, long sleeved, of very fine chain mail. This part of my new ensemble was most surprising to me. It was incredibly light and flexible. It was like wearing a thick sweatshirt. It hung down to mid-thigh. Then there was a pair of trousers made of tough yet soft and flexible leather like material. Qij-jah informed me the armor-like material would provide protection in battle. Over all of this, came a long sleeveless tunic with what I guessed was my coat of arms...the great winged dragon in black on a gold shield. Next came socks and comfortable leather-like boots and greaves. And finally, there was a leather harness to enable me to wear my katana and wakizashi...often referred to as the daito and shoto, on my back. I could quickly and easily draw either or both by simply reaching over my shoulders. Lastly, she handed me a pair of bracers unlike any I'd seen on movies and TV shows from my past. They fit snugly on my forearms and had what I can only describe as shields attached to them. They were only about four inches wide, starting at my wrists and ending an inch or so beyond my elbows. When I was fully dressed, equipped and armed, Qij-jah put on her red skirt and sandals; we went to the main chamber of my quarters.

Gilliam and Qaj-jah were waiting. Gilliam, like me, was dressed for combat. Everything he wore, including his chain mail, which was darkest black. His coat of arms had a white wizard's staff about 30º off vertical with its head or top piece in flames. He bowed slightly to me, apparently meaning it this time. "Good day to you M'lord." He said

"And to you, Gilliam." I said, returning his bow.

Qaj-jah was by his side. This morning, she was wearing her small wrap-a-round skirt...but this one was red, like Qij-jah's. She moved to my side almost immediately. "Master." She said to me softly by way of a greeting. She was no longer wearing her slave bracelet.

"The bonding ceremony for her will take place after we've eaten." Gilliam told me, nodding toward Qaj-jah. "It is my hope, that she will be happier with you than she was with me."

We sat down to breakfast. It looked no different from breakfast on Earth...eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. Gilliam started to speak again. "Last evening, you asked why you are referred to as 'The One' along with other questions. The answer to your first is, and this will seem unbelievable and cliché to you, but you are here to save Terrania. You are here to save our world!"

I looked at him dumbstruck. "I am not in a bad mood, but I'm not in the mood for jokes either." I said to him. Jeez, I thought. This is something out of a storybook. 

"Nonetheless. While I understand your skepticism...it is true."

"Why me?" I asked, still not believing any of this.

"I cannot begin to understand the reasoning of the Olygard; you may have heard them referred to as the Grey Ones. They have thus far never explained any of their actions." Gilliam informed me. 

The Grey Ones? These must be the aliens I saw shortly after 'dying' on Earth. I thought. "Then I want to talk to them."

Gilliam shook his head. "They've not spoken to anyone in over a thousand cycles. It is no longer their way"

"Oh, great!" I muttered.

During the rest of breakfast, Gilliam continued to fill me in on Terranian current events. It seemed that Zoqeland was considering resuming its offensive in the war. Gilliam informed me that Zoqeland was bent on world domination...and that part of my purpose here was to prevent that from happening. I thought. How in the hell am I supposed to do that? I've been given an impossible mission and no idea as to how I should accomplish it. This was a lot of weight placed on my shoulders. 

Gilliam also went on to say that, I was the commander of an army well over 70,000 strong divided into five divisions...and a navy consisting nearly 20,000 with over 400 ships. This just keeps getting better and better. I moaned silently to myself. Then I thought. Well, the Olygard chose me for a reason. They seemed to be sure I could do it.... Damn it! I was determined to succeed. I also decided that I would do anything asked of me...within reason, of course.

The rest of our morning meal passed without any further startling revelations. And then preparations got underway for my second bonding ceremony in two days. The ceremony was done in a moment and exactly as the previous one albeit without prompting from Gilliam. Beforehand, I had asked him about the bond that he and Qaj-jah had shared.

"Already taken care of...." He said, "...A spell, a lengthy and time consuming one, but easy. I had an apprentice take care of that before breakfast. Then she was given a drug added into a tea, which erased any connection remaining to me. She, like her sister is yours...fully." 

"A spell? As in magic?" I asked.

A nod. "Yes, unlike your world, it is real here. Even the Olygard cannot explain it."




On Another World Ch. 02



I was not sure, if this was getting stranger or if I might need getting used to it. Either way, I knew that it would take quite some time for me to become fully acclimated to my new life. One way or the other I would adjust. 

Shortly after the bonding ceremony, Qij-jah and Qaj-jah faced one another and as they had on the previous day, touched their foreheads together.

Gilliam looked at me and said. "They are communicating so that Qaj-jah will be fully informed of your origins and mission. Also, she will now know your native tongue. She will need to know all of this...and more. Qoo-jans can communicate telepathically in this fashion. If you'll remember, they did this yesterday and a in a remarkably short time, were able to catch up on all the cycles they had been separated."

Qaj-jah jerked her head back from her sister and looked at me for a long moment in disbelief and awe. Then, resumed as she was before. After a few moments more, they both approached me and bowed gracefully. 

Master, mine sister and I must leave you briefly and prepare ourselves. There is much to do today. We will return before you know it." They turned and left quickly to my bedchamber.

While I waited for them to return, Gilliam told me more about my status and position. My personal guard came to just under a hundred men. That included a doubling that he had insisted on. There was another battalion made up of just over 1,000 men camped outside the city. This was my personal entourage while traveling. Gilliam also told me that I wasn't the only one going to the practice field for training and evaluation, as the girls would also be participating.

"The girls? " I asked. 

"Of course" Said Gilliam. "Remember, their primary mission is your protection. They have skills and have been trained. I think you will find yourself pleasantly surprised."

It was very nearly time to go. Qij-jah and Qaj-jah, who I began to mentally referred to as the 'Q-girls' joined me at the door. We were going to the training field, so they were dressed more conservatively albeit only slightly so. They were also dressed identically. The garments looked like they were made from long; rather narrow strips of a supple leather-like material just under a foot wide. There was a hole for their head and it was draped over their bodies hanging, front and back down only a few inches below their 'private areas'. Save for the belt-like sash, their sides were bare from shoulder to knee. Their footwear was also soft and supple so as to not hinder the gripping ability of their feet. They resembled moccasins and came up to within an inch or so of their knees. The outfits were a light tan in color, trimmed in bright red. There was a small emblem over the heart that matched the one on my tunic. Like many of the BDSM cultures on Earth, under-garments of any kind are apparently strictly forbidden. 

I later learned that the outfits they wore had less to do with modesty than they did protection. The leather-like material was as resistant to cutting as my trousers, thus enabling the 'Q-girls' to better fulfill their duties... as least as far as protecting my life goes.

We departed my quarters to head to training field. When we stepped out onto the street, I was more than a little intrigued. What I saw was an odd mixture of things. The architecture appeared to be pure medieval, yet there were modern looking streets and sidewalks. Everything I saw seemed to be incredibly clean and well maintained. 

Then our mounts were brought forward and such creatures, I had never in my wildest dreams imagined. I quickly assumed they were the Terranian equivalent of horses. Picture if you will, a much smaller four-legged mammalian T-Rex, with an even smaller head and a longer neck, and a still smaller mouth. They are called kyliahs. With thick legs and large clawed feet, they were quite formidable. The one I was to ride stood about over six feet at the shoulder. It had a saddle very much like a horse's which actually looked to be very comfortable. My kyliah was a war mount and was clearly larger than the others were. It was a deep reddish brown in color and its eyes were large, dark and intelligent looking.

I was about to grab the pommel and throw myself onto the animal when Gilliam put a hand on my arm, gave me a warning look and shook his head. I understood immediately that I might have drawn unwanted attention to myself had I done as I planning. It seems while many on this world are able to do so, it is just not done except on the battlefield or in extreme emergencies.

A young male Qoo-jan slave brought what looked similar to a decorative foot-ladder and set it next to the kyliah I was to ride. I quickly scaled it and settled on my beast. Then the boy, who looked no older than fifteen or sixteen started to move the stepladder to Gilliam's kyliah. But...apparently not fast enough to suit a small intense man, whom I correctly assumed was the stable master. He began to savagely beat the boy with what looked like a crop. 

Almost faster than anyone could see, myself included, I pulled my katana with my left hand and hit the small man's wrist with the flat of the blade, breaking it with an audible snap. The crop fell to the ground. I looked calmly at the stable master. Then spoke softly. "You are to never beat a slave in my presence...or ever again ...period. Am I understood?" 

The little man looked up at me with fear and anger, "Aye, M'lord, It shall be as you say." 

I could not doubt that I had made myself a new enemy that day. This little fellow would bear watching. 

"Now, go and have your wrist seen to."

"Aye, M'lord." He said sullenly and left.

I turned and watched as the 'Q-girls' quickly and with the help of their partially prehensile feet mounted their rides and smiled at me. 

I took the reins and thought about how to get to the practice field. My beast turned and began to amble that way. Again, I had no clue as to how I knew where I was going, but it was getting to the point where very little was surprising me anymore. My kyliah was led as much by telepathy as anything else. These creatures were exceptionally intelligent and could take a rider anywhere as long as they knew the destination with very little, if any guidance. 

As we rode through the city, I looked about taking in everything. All of those on the street were dressed in medieval-like clothing, but not quite that. It was an odd mixture of medieval and something like that looked like it came from the 1940's back on Earth...almost. Well, medieval from the waist up and some a bit different below. Also, their clothing was in brighter colors than I would have imagined. The skirts worn by nearly every woman in sight went down to about mid-calf, but were slit up the side nearly to the hip. The necklines on their tops plunged lower than one would expect. There was a great deal of cleavage and leg to be seen. The dresses looked to be cut to show more of the feminine form...to accent the female body. There were very few men to be seen anywhere. This was mostly due to the ten to one female/male ratio on this world. 

For the first time ever I began to understand how some women on Earth disliked being ogled or stared at by the men there. I was certainly being 'checked out' by the women here. Being typically male however, I didn't mind a bit. Most, if not all of the women were quite lovely to look upon. There was one in particular; standing on a low balcony over the street, we were going down. She was in her own way, every bit as beautiful as Qij-jah and her sister. She, like me was white, but nicely tanned. Lustrous yellow-blonde hair hung to her mid-back and she had the bluest eyes I could ever remember seeing. She was as slim and graceful as a Qoo-jan slave girl. Though from her position on the balcony, it was difficult to estimate her height, I could still tell she was considerably shorter than I was. She smiled shyly at me and curtsied gracefully, saying in a very soft, but audible voice. "M'lord." I nodded to her, but said nothing. I could hear the 'Q-girls' giggling behind me, but chose to ignore it.

The rest of our short journey passed without any noteworthy events occurring. We arrived at the practice field. I threw my leg over the saddle and slid off my mount, landing on the ground as if I weighed almost nothing. This was just a little unexpected, being partially armored as I was. I figured that what I was wearing was incredibly light or I now possessed super-human strength...or a combination of both.

A large warrior approached me. His entire outfit, including his chain mail was white. He bowed slightly and said. "Good day to you M'lord Dee-Ess. I am Falko, the city's master swordsman." Then he handed me an ornately decorated open-faced helmet. I put it on my head. It was tight, but not uncomfortably so. "Now draw your weapon and stand ready." Falko ordered, obviously used to being in command.

I reached over my shoulder and drew both of the swords at the same time. The katana in my left and the shorter wakizashi in my right. Unlike what many are used to in the movies and such, I did not hold my katana in the two handed fashion usually depicted. I preferred to use both in a style called Niten Ichi Ryu, which if memory serves in Japanese, means Two Swords, One Heaven School. I stood ready as Falko drew his sword. It was huge! It reminded me of I sword I saw a movie with the California governor. The movie was entitled "Conan, the Destroyer." He also held a large roughly diamond shaped shield.

Falko swung his sword with a speed that belied his size. As fast as he was, he still appeared to be moving almost in slow motion to me. I easily blocked the swing with my katana and moved in close attacking him with my wakizashi. He moved back quickly, causing me to miss him. He attacked again, and I parried him with an ease that was still surprising to me. All who watched could see that we were evenly matched. After a while, I began to test my limits, yet he was just able to counter my best moves. Try as he may, he was not quite able to get past my guard. I had no doubt that on Earth he would have been invincible. Falko and I fought over the better part of an hour, neither of us able to gain an advantage. Finally, near exhaustion I heard a 'zing' as by blade grazed across his chain mail at his shoulder.

"Hold!" Falko said. We both stopped, breathing heavily. "Never in all the cycles I have lived have I fought a warrior with skills such as yours." It seemed as if I had passed whatever test they had set for me. He looked at Gilliam and said, "M'lord, he is more than adequate for what needs to be done."

I looked at Gilliam and raised my eyebrows questioningly. I sheathed my swords and removed my helmet.

Gilliam smiled broadly at me and said, "Aye, you will do M'lord." He turned to the 'Q-girls' and told them to draw their weapons from the armory and began practicing.

After a short time, they returned, each carrying a pair of what appeared like kattari, short swords of Indian origin back on Earth. A kattari is a short sword with a wide, thin triangular blade approximately four inches wide at the base and going to a point making the blade 12 to 14 inches long. They were held by an 'H' shaped handle. Like me, they had bracers with narrow, built in shields. They were accompanied by two other Qoo-jan slave girls, dressed the same as the 'Q-girls', though their outfits were off white in color with no adornment. They squared off and began to spar. Once again, I was surprised and more than a little impressed with the skills they demonstrated. They moved so quickly, it was difficult to follow their actions. Their blades flashed in the sunlight. They practiced throughout the rest of the morning, taking only short breaks to rest. Based on what I had seen, they would easily be able to fulfill their obligations, as far as my protection went.

Finally, when the sun had reached its zenith, Gilliam suggested that we return to the castle and have lunch.

Qij-jah smiled sweetly at me saying, "Master, the Grey Ones chose wisely selecting you. I am honored to be thine as I am sure my sister is." 

Qaj-jah enthusiastically smiled and nodded her agreement. "We have been blessed by Kriegor and all the other deities."

In a moment, we were gathered in a group hug, the girls kissing me and rubbing their bodies against me in a suggestive manner. Although I had my misgivings about slavery, they both seemed to be quite a bit more than happy with their situation. I learned later, that the Qoo-jan had been slaves throughout their known history. As far as anyone knew, they had never been a free people. Many millennia ago, they had been slaves to a terribly cruel race of people called the Tholarites. The Olygard had defeated them in a war more than 5,000 years ago and turned the Qoo-jan over to the Terranians. They even went as far as moving their entire planet half way across the galaxy. Qoo-jah, their world was now a moon over Terrania.

We mounted our kyliahs, and all rode back to the castle.

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Later that evening.... 

After an early dinner, the 'Q-girls' excuse themselves to go change back into their more revealing outfits. I stopped them, telling them that I preferred what they were wearing now.

"But Master, we like the others better. We wish for our master to see as much of us as possible. Have we somehow displeased thee, Master?" I have no doubt that they would have preferred total nudity if I were to allow it.

"No...." I told them. "I'm thinking only of your safety. Has there not already been one attempt on Qij-jah's life? I understand that I may be important to you, but you are equally important to me. More important than you can know."

"Yes Master, it shall be as thou sayest Master." They both said.

Then they took me into the bathroom, bathed and shaved me, then Qij-jah escorted me, naked, back into my bedchamber. Qaj-jah had vanished with no comment from either of them.

After stripping off all of her clothing, Qij-jah kissed me softly yet urgently. It was clear to me what she wanted. Between the look in her eyes, they had turned bright gold and the emotional telepathy, I felt her need. "Master, I do not mind sharing thee with my sister; in fact, I very much enjoy it. There are times though when it is very nice to have thee to myself." 

"Speaking of which, where is your sister?"

"On a mission of great import, Master."

"A mission? Who sent her and why was I not informed?

"I did...I.... Oh, forgive me, Master. It was not my intent to overstep my bounds. I did it for thee, Master. My sister is still within the castle and is not in any danger. Qaj-jah only went to see if she is availa...." Qij-jah suddenly stopped, seeming to know that she said more than she had meant to.

"She? Who? What the hell is going on here?" I said, none too pleased. 

"Please trust me, Master. All will be revealed at the right time." She gave me her saddest forlorn look.

When it comes to women, I've always had a soft spot for a good pout and the 'sad puppy dog eyes' look, so I gave in and hugged her.

"She kissed me and said. "Tomorrow night, mine sister and I will pleasure thee in ways thou has never imagined...I promise."

"I'm still not quite used to all of this, Qij-jah." I told her, "Where I came from, for a man to have more than one woman is very rare, but it does occur."

"Ah, but Master...thou art no longer there. Our ways should now be thy ways." She looked at me expectantly.

I nodded reluctantly and shrugged, "I suppose you are right. I shall adapt for the time being. But...I will eventually want to end slavery on this world."

"Yes, Master." She kissed me again and pulled back the covers, finding that my cock was rigid and ready for action. She then grasped it firmly in her small hand, bent down and licked the head sensuously, her eyes never leaving mine. I found it a little strange that she was so very good at pleasuring me when just a few days ago, she was all but a virgin.

She took my cock into her mouth and a second later, she had taken me fully, her nose pressing against my stomach. For one with so little experience, she could sure give great head. She sucked me lovingly while caressing my balls softly. I very nearly came. She then mounted me taking my shaft into her fully. "Master, I adore thee more than thou canst know." The wet, velvet-like feeling of her sheath around my cock almost drove me crazy. She was as aroused as she had ever been. I knew this because of the emotional telepathy we shared. And as I expected, her arousal became mine as well. We thrashed on the bed, so close to coming. I could feel her entire body quivering.

"Oh...! MY MASTER!" She screamed to me while coming. Her cum literally gushed out of her. As I also came, I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping and milking my seed into her.

She collapsed on me and we dozed for a bit. It was much later when we were awoken as Qaj-jah slowly crawled into bed with us. She kissed us both, then snuggled up to me as we all drifted off to sleep. 

The following morning started off pretty much as I expected it to. I went into the bathroom followed by the girls. What came then was a rousing albeit exhausting love making session. Then they gave me a bath, shaved me and prepared me to meet the day. This morning they both insisted on helping me dress. Today's outfit was like the one upon my apparent arrival here on Terrania. Later, we sat down to breakfast.

"Master...." Qaj-jah said. "...Please tell us of thy life before thou came to be here. We wish to know more about thee."

"Yes Master, please tell us." Said Qij-jah.

Over the next couple of hours, I gave them the 'Reader's Digest' condensed history of David R. Davidson. I glossed over my childhood and early years, telling them mostly of my time with the United States Marine Corps. I even told them of some of the classified missions I had performed. It was not as if they could tell anyone that mattered that I leaked top-secret information. Their eyes shone with pride at my many accomplishments. Next, I briefly told them of my illness. On both of them, their eyes turned grey and I saw tears run down their cheeks as I talked about my suffering. Then, I told them about my apparent 'death' and coming to on a new world...here. I said that I had no idea how long I was 'dead' or how I got here. "The next thing I knew I was standing right there...." I pointed.

"Master, I cannot say how long you were there either. You were already there when I came to you that day." Qij-jah said.

We finished our breakfast, and then I told Qij-jah that I wanted to talk to Gilliam. "At once, Master." She said. She did her little bow/curtsy thing and turned to leave. She pause long enough to give me a sultry kiss, then departed.

A short time later, she returned. "If thou wilt follow me, I will take thee to He Who Leads. I got to my feet and allowed Qij-jah to lead me to Gilliam's quarters. With me being senior to him in this world's political structure, normally would have been brought to me. But, his title being He Who Leads made him the Terranian equivalent of the Mayor of Tertapolis gave him a measure of status. I sat with him at his table, and then asked. "Who is second in command of the army I lead. Contact him and have him send me his best 100 warriors as quickly as possible."

"You are in command M'lord, but he will want to know why." Said Gilliam.

"I have something special planned for them. On Earth, I was a member of a very elite combat force. Their primary mission was reconnaissance and guerrilla warfare. I wish to have such a force within my army. Also, I want to see his adjutant. Before I arrive there, I want to have an understanding of how the Army is set up. I may wish to reorganize it to make it more efficient." I waited a brief moment to let that all soak in, as it were. By the way, what is the name of my second in command?"




On Another World Ch. 02



"First General Guerrae, M'lord Dee-Ess. He is a warrior and a leader, almost without equal.

"How may I ask will you get this information to him?"

By special courier. He will receive the message in about three days.

I shrugged. "That is a bit faster than I expected. Also, tell him to set up a strong defensive perimeter. That will be all for now. My thanks to you, Gilliam."

"It is my pleasure, M'lord."

I changed into my combat gear and returned to the practice field. I sparred with Falko until nearly sunset. I then returned to my quarters to find the 'Q-girls' waiting for me.

After a bath and still another marathon lovemaking session that left us all nearly exhausted, the three of us lay back to recuperate. It was everything Qij-jah had promised...and more. I said, "I noticed that they do not seem to have anything like condom here. No one seems to practice safe sex on this world. Is that not unsafe? Can either of you explain that to me?"

"Please, Master. Do not concern thyself with things that are just not of any importance." Qij-jah told me.

"And what happens should one of you turn up pregnant?"

"Master...." Qaj-jah said to me in English this time, "Terranians and Qoo-jans cannot procreate." She paused a moment, seemingly confused, then she said to me. "We are, ge...gen...genetically in....incompatible." She stumbled over the words. Her mastery of my language was good, but far from perfect. "As for the other.... The sicknesses spread by...intimacy do not exist here. The Grey Ones illuminated those many hundreds of cycles ago." 

"If we are genetically incompatible, how am I to have children...a son to carry on my line? A family?"

"With thy wives, of course, Master." She giggled.

"Wives?" I looked at them both dumbfounded.

"Do not worry, Master. We will insist thee in finding suitable females for thy future mates." Qij-jah said, and then leaned over to kiss me softly on the cheek. 

Qaj-jah giggled and said, "We already have one candidate in mind for thy first wife, Master."

I opened my mouth to speak, but shook my head and said nothing. There was still much I needed to learn. Having multiple women in one's life was a fantasy of many men in my previous life. Here, not only did I have that, but also they seemed quite happy and willing to share me with still more women. Again, I simply decided to go with the flow.

Qaj-jah looked at me questioningly. "Art thou not at least a little curious, Master?"

"Actually, I'm more than happy with the two of you for right now."

And we with thee, Master." Qij-jah said, "But, thou simply must have wives. Thou must mate, have sons...and daughters." She smiled sweetly at me.

Qoo-jah women apparently loved children and I guessed that the 'Q-girls' would automatically become nannies to my offspring if and when I had any.

Many more memories...or to be more accurate, a lot more of the programming I underwent was coming back to me. While I knew this would be a great help to me, I did not want to lose my own past...or since of whom I was...originally. I might be Terranian now, but I as far as I was concerned, I was still a United States Marine! Force Recon to boot! My thinking was becoming at least a little more in tune with my new world. Owning slaves did not bother me quite as much. That was most likely because I did not treat them as slaves or really think of them that way. Hardly an hour ever passed without them showing me how much they loved me very much in word or deed. I too, was coming to love them as well. There was absolutely nothing either would not do to please me. And...there was nothing I wouldn't do for them as well.

I shook myself out of my musings and found the girls starring at me expectantly.

"Well...?" They asked in unison.

I sighed, smiled and nodded to them. "Very well, you may begin gossiping."

They giggled. There is no word for gossip in Terranian, so I said the last word in English. Having been educated in that language, they knew its meaning and found it amusing.

Qaj-jah spoke first. She was actually my second slave, but they were siblings and she was the eldest of the two.

"Her name is Verella, Master. And she is the youngest niece of the provincial governor. Her parents were both warriors and died in the war. She is an orphan."

"The provincial governor?"

"Yes, Master. He is Granahkt the Wise. He is also a warrior, like thyself." Qij-jah said.

Qaj-jah continued. "She was to be betrothed to one of the princes of Terrania, but he has turned out to be one of the soft ones."

"Soft ones?" I asked.

"Yes, Master. In thy tongue, he is gay."

"Hmmm. On a world where there are nearly ten women for every man that seems rather silly to me, but..." I shrugged. "...to each, their own."

She went on...Qij-jah seemed content to let her sister do all the talking. "Verella is as lovely a female as there is on this world, my Master. Thou wilt meet her three days hence."

"But what of my mission? Should that not take priority?"

"Thou hast more than enough time for that, Master. He Who Leads has said, according to his intelligence, there is much more time than we thought a few days ago."

"Why her?" I asked. 

Qaj-jah hesitated a moment as if not sure what to say. She switched again to English. "She would be a near perfect match for thee in a political sense. Granted Master, thou may be 'The One' but to be related by marriage to one such as Granahkt can only help thee. Qij-jah and I have selected her to be thy first wife with a purpose. Please Master; do not concern thyself about us. We will not... cannot be jealous. It is not our way. Besides, such a union will grant thee nearly immeasurable political power."

Politics! I groaned inwardly. Not here too! I thought for a bit, then slowly nodded and said. "Very well then, set up the meeting and one or both of you explain the customs on this? There are a few things; the Grey Ones seem to have forgotten about." 

Those words had no sooner left my mouth than the room plunged into the deepest black darkness I had ever witnessed. Then after a few seconds, an incredibly bright light came from the ceiling in the center of the room. The 'Q-girls' went to their knees, with their foreheads pressed firmly to the floor.

Then, the lighting returned to normal and everything was as it was before...except....

In the middle of the room stood a short gray figure. I recognized what he was immediately. He was an Olygard.

I estimated he was about 4 feet tall, maybe less. His skin was grey. His eyes were huge for his head and black...completely. The eyeballs, irises, pupils, all of them! He wore what looked like a cross between a jump suit and a space suit in black. He waved a hand toward the girls and spoke to me in Terranian. "They will sleep for now."

"First, I suppose I should thank you for curing me and saving my life, but first I need to ask you a question. Why...? Why me?" 

"We determined that you fighting skills and other abilities would be of help...of course we also enhanced you and your body as you well know by now." 

"Again, why me? On a world of billions, surely I cannot be the best...." I searched for the right word to use, "...warrior for this mission"

"You were not chosen based solely on that. You were chosen for many reasons...mostly important was your ability to adapt to new situations." 

"We have not addressed anyone on this world for a very long time. However, your situation warrants it. Terrania is in dire need of saving."

"I got that part. I'm here to save the world." I said, bringing my hands up to add 'air quotes' to the last part of my statement. My sarcasm was not lost on him.

"You were brought here completely in human form. In the past, others were relocated to here and other worlds converted to their new life form totally. Here, they become fully Terranian. With you, there was not time for the full conversion." He paused, "You are not the first...."

"There are other humans here from Earth?"

"Only one...."

"Only one? But, didn't you say...."

He cut me off. "Only one in full human form. There are a few others, but they are completely Terranian. Their memories were wiped clean first."

"So...what is the difference the humans of Earth and Terrania? They are both basically human, are they not?" I asked next.

"In appearance, yes. Only medical experts could be able to discern any of the differences. There is far less than one tenth of one percent difference between you and them."

I thought about that for a while in silence. We stood and starred at each other for a very long time.

Then finally, just to break the silence, I looked at him and asked. "What is your name if I may ask?"

"It is not pronounceable to your kind. But...you may call me Thor if you like."

I laughed. "You do kind of resemble that character from that old television show." I was referring to the Asgard character, Thor from 'Stargate – SG1', which was a popular sci-fi TV show a few years back. "Well...at least you are clothed." I chuckled. 

He appeared to sigh. "The other...The one who is also from your world, like you was modified and brought here. It seems in hindsight that was a mistake on their part. He has become a power-hungry tyrant. And with the help of a few of our own, wants to rule this entire planet. He was brought from your Earth after being in stasis for nearly 800 of your years. Very little information remains on him. I can tell you this. He was a leading general for a ruthless leader on Earth long ago named Genghis Kahn."

"A Mongol...." I said. I was impressed, a little. In the history of my world, Mongols had a fierce reputation. But I had been Force Recon. We were tough too. The only advantage he might have was the total lack of regard for human life. Most especially among those, he would consider his enemies.

Then the proverbial light bulb came on then. "We...? Them...? What's going on here?"

Thor nodded. "We chose wisely. It seems that you are beginning to understand."

"It's beginning to sound to me like your race is having us 'lesser beings' fighting your wars for you." I said sarcastically to Thor, using air quotes with the words 'lesser beings' with my hands. "If so, you will most certainly go down in my esteem."

"No, Dee-Ess. We have not been at war for well more than five millennia. Our two factions may disagree, but we are too few to go to war. It would be the end of us. The other faction does quite often freely interfere with the lesser beings as you put it. We do not. However, in this case, we had to make an exception. Kahn, the one you oppose on this world was created, in your words to conquer Terrania. Our faction cannot, will not interfere directly with this world. Yet, we cannot allow Kahn to succeed. You were dying on Earth anyway. Would you not rather live a long, full rich life year, than be as you were before.

I nodded, knowing the wisdom in his words. "I cannot argue with you on that count. Again, I like I should thank you for my life, or, should I say, my new life?"

Thor nodded and remained still for a long moment, and then said, "Rest assured, you will earn it. Know this though, although we have made you into a very powerful being on this world, you are not immortal. Also, you are not indestructible. You can be killed, though not very easily.

Thor looked at the girls kneeling on the floor. "I see that you have both of the sisters now. The elder was our first choice however; she was not available when this project was started. So, we chose the younger. May I ask how this occurred? Contrary to what the people on this world think, we are not omnificent."

I explained about the assassination attempt on Qij-jah and Gilliam's insistence on doubling my guard and then assigning her sister, Qaj-jah to also become my slave. I also told of him my misgivings on slavery. "This was abolished, nearly 150 years ago on Earth." Then I asked, "Would you happen to know why the attempt was made on her life?"

Again, he nodded. "Kahn knows that someone will be coming here to try and stop him. He does not know who or when. He may have found out that Qij-jah had been selected to serve and protect him." He looked at me again. "Perhaps he thought, by eliminating her, he could make your job much more difficult. If not impossible."

Next, I asked the next obvious question. "How long will it take for him to know that I am here and attempt to kill me?"

"At least one cyclo, maybe two. But, you should know that he does learn of your arrival, he will try to stop you in any way he can." He looked at the 'Q-girls' and said, "Take care of them. They are more important to you than you know." He raised his hand; the room was again filled with blinding light. When the lighting returned to normal, he was gone and the girls were awakening.

"Master?" They both asked in unison.

I went to them, and got down on one knee. "Do not worry. It is nothing for you to concern yourselves with." They were both very clearly worried about me. In the short time I had been here, I had come to trust them completely. I decided to tell them the truth. "I was just visited by one of the Grey Ones. He somehow put both of you to sleep. He told me more about my mission here. Have either of you, heard of a man named Kahn?"

They both looked up at me fearfully. Whether they feared Kahn more or the Olygard, I do not know. Qij-jah nodded to her sister, then Qaj-jah spoke. "Yes Master, we have. He is an evil man...a dangerous man." She said. Although Qij-jah was my first slave chronologically, they had apparently decided that since Qaj-jah was the elder of the two siblings, that she would be considered 'first girl' in my home.

"I am relatively sure that it was he who sent the assassin after you, Qij-jah. We must all be on our guard. He will soon learn that the assassination failed and that I have finally arrived."

They both leapt to their feet, rushed to me and then hugged me tightly. "Do not worry, Master. We shall protect thee." Worry filled their now grey-white eyes.

"And who is going to protect the two of you?" I asked, annoyed.

"That matters not, Master." Qaj-jah said. "It is you who are most important. We are but just slaves."

I lost my temper. My anger caused me to slip into English. "You will not ever say that to me again, Qaj-jah! Do you understand?" I said loudly without shouting. "The Grey One that was just here told me that both of you are of much greater importance than either of you know." 

Yes, Master. It shall be as thou sayest." They said as one.

"Now...." I said. "...where were we?"

Qaj-jah said. "You had asked about the customs for your courtship of Verella, Master."

"Continue...."

"I shall take care of most of it, Master. But, before the betrothal can be official, you must take her to your bed and you must share the pleasures with her."

"Have sex with her before we officially engaged?"

"Yes Master, it is the custom."

"Why?"

"As your wife, she will be required to keep you happy in bed, as well as out of it. She must be pleasing to you in every conceivable way. The laws and customs of Terrania demand it."

My curiosity got the better of me. "What happens should I reject her? That is not likely, but I'd like to know."

"She would become outcast and would most likely become a slave girl, the same way as Qij-jah and I are. That almost never happens, Master. Last time was over a hundred cycles ago."

"After the betrothal does become official, you must meet with Granahkt to arrange to receive her dowry. I will see to the rest of it, my Master."

"Very well, you may proceed." I said to both of them. Then, I asked. "Is there anything like a library on this world? I wish to do some research on the customs here."

"Yes, Master." Qaj-jah said. She nodded to Qij-jah, who turned and left. There was no doubt in my mind now that Qaj-jah was the 'first girl' in my home now. That was one of the things I wanted to research.

A short time later, Qij-jah returned carrying three large books. I had actually expected her to come back with an armful of scrolls. I very quietly breathed a sigh of relief. There was a brief moment when I wondered if I could read Terranian but then, I figured that the Olygard would not 'program' me to speak a new language without giving me the ability to read it. Qij-jah set the books on a small table next to where I was sitting. I picked up the first, then opened it and began to read.

It was illustrated with near photo quality pictures. Most of the first few chapters were a condensed history of Terrania. It went into a brief explanation to the reason for the 10 – 1 female to male ratio. There was something lacking in the male sperm...it was all rather medically technical and I understood little of it. I also learned that the birth rate was somewhat less than on Earth. An average Terranian male with three wives (the norm) could expect to have two and maybe on rare occasions, three offspring in his lifetime. I learned that over the last millennia or so, there had been basically zero population growth on Terrania. 

Then I got to the part about the mating and marriage customs and found that Qaj-jah had been absolutely correct in everything she had told me. Based on what I was reading, with Granahkt being a provincial governor, I could expect a sizable dowry for Verella. I read further and found that my station on Terrania made me a rather wealthy individual. Then came to what I thought of as the good stuff.

Slavery on Terrania is not the same as on Earth. I found that the 'Q-girls' were actually paid a modest wage from my apparent vast holdings. I also learned that they could ask for and receive their freedom, though no one could ever remember the last time that occurred. The Qoo-jan, it seemed were quite happy to remain slaves. This, I simply could not understand. 

I continued to read. As Qaj-jah had told me, Terranians and Qoo-jans were genetically incompatible to create children. Though, as in many cultures, there were such occurrences in rumor and myth. However, there was no documented case.

As I read, I become more knowledgeable of my unique position here. Much, if not all of my 'programming' by the Olygard or lost memories as I referred to them came flooding back. I now fully understood my mission here and ideas of how to accomplish it were already racing through my mind.

I asked Qaj-jah for some paper and something to write with, which she obtained quickly. I thanked her and started taking notes. I began planning.



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To be continued....

As always, constructive criticism and comments are welcome.

Chapter Three has already been started, but given my writing style, it may take a while to finish.

DS 



On Another World Ch. 03



Here readers, is another chapter of the "On Another World" saga. Again, you will read a great deal of background information at the beginning. And again, I apologize for that, but it should make the rest of the chapter read a little more smoothly. I ask you to be patient. I am by no means a professional writer...I just love writing.

More on the Qoo-jans: All Qoo-jan names are two syllables of three...and on rare occasions, four letters and are hyphenated. The letters just before and after the hyphen are nearly always the same. Male name always end in 'oh', while female names end with 'ah'. The only exceptions to these rules lie within the names of their world and their race. No one knows why this is.

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I closed the book I had been reading. I had spent most of the past of the past three days studying the history, laws and customs of Terrania, my new world. I had learned a great deal in a short time. I was living in a city named Tertapolis, which is in the province of Eutopia and is the provincial capital. This was located in the country whose name was the same as the planet itself. This took up nearly the entire southern half of Terrania's largest and northern most continent, which covers nearly forty million square miles by Earth measurement. This makes it larger than Europe, Africa and Asia combined. Again, though I have no idea why, the continent bears the same name as the planet. It is connected to its neighbor at its southeastern most tip by a very long narrow isthmus. Picture if you will, the Central American isthmus, though many times longer, yet no wider than Panama. Its entire length runs almost due east/west. There it is attached to Terrania's neighbor, Mitgartten, which is not much larger than Australia.

Time here was nothing like on earth. A Terranian year, called a cycle here, was well over twice as long as one on Earth. The days were also nearly twice as long, being over 40 hours by Earth reckoning. There are only ten months in a Terranian cycle. Yet there are ten, eight-day weeks per month. Twenty Terranian hours per Terranian day. Unlike Earth, leap years are only needed once every 10,000 cycles...Terranian years.

Terrania, the world, is very sparsely populated compared to Earth, being four times its size with only slightly more than one-quarter the people. From what I had read, I estimated Terrania's entire world population at near 1.75 billion. This was compared to Earth's 6.68 billion, though it was a complete mystery as to how, exactly how I knew or remembered that.

Yet another mystery was solved. This one about the 'Q-girls'. Since true siblings were rare here, greater emphasis is place on that relationship. Qaj-jah, being the elder, by custom became first girl in my household. Even though Qij-jah was specifically trained to serve me, starting at a very young age and that she was bound to me first. In the short time I had been on Terrania, Qij-jah was, in fact my actual favorite of the two, but I decided to live by local custom.

Later, this evening, I was to meet Verella for the first time. Verella was to become my first wife. Along with polygamy, arranged marriages were the norm here. It was my understanding that Qaj-jah had met with Verella's uncle to make all the proper arrangements. By Terranian reckoning, my title was Lord...My military rank was Grand General, which was roughly the equivalent of a Field Marshall on Earth. Simply, I was in charge of all the nation's military forces. Qaj-jah had told me that being related to a man like Granahkt, even if only by marriage, would give a measure of power, politically speaking. I had no doubt that he too, had something to gain from such a union. And, as much as I hated politics of any kind, I knew I would need all the help I could get to accomplish the task assigned to me by the Olygard. I quietly decided that if this young woman and I could get along well enough; I would consent to marry her.

Qaj-jah entered the room. "Is there anything that I may get for thee, my Master?" She asked pleasantly.

"Just answer a question for me, girl."

""Yes, Master?"

"Just how many wives am I expected to have?" I asked her. This information was not fully explained in my recent reading.

"For a man of thy rank and station, the norm would be five. There is no law limiting how many thou may have. But, by custom...only five, Master. The average on this world is normally three or four, but thou art of high in rank and position."

"So, nearly half the women this world will never marry?"

"Yes, Master. That is why Sappho love is permitted and somewhat encouraged here. You know...women with other women. I think the term is lesbian in thy tongue, Master. The females of this world enjoy intimacy...sex, a great deal more than the females of the world thou camest from. It is not their fault that there simply are not enough males to go around."

"I'm not blaming anyone. But five wives?" I shook my head slowly. There was no way that I really wanted to have five wives.

"What troubles thee, Master?" Qaj-jah asked me, suddenly very concerned.

I started to answer, but ended up saying nothing. I simply did not know how I could express my misgivings about my current situation to her.

She slowly approached me and slid onto my lap with a grace and smoothness that still was surprising to me. Then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me softly on my forehead. "Master, this girl begs to speak freely to thee."

"If you knew me as well as you should, you wouldn't need to ask."

She only smiled and then nodded. "Be patient, my Master." She said to me in English. "A part of thy heart and soul will always belong to thine old world. Mine sister and I understand that. Let us help thee to acclimate to thy new world. I love thee, Master, as much as mine sister loves thee. Do not concern thyself about thou having many females in thine home. The Grey Ones have given thee great strength and abilities. Dost thou believe that they would leave thee lacking in intimate matters? Please Master; do not concern thyself about Qij-jah and myself. We simply cannot be jealous...it is not possible for us to be. We are Qoo-jan. It is not a part of who we are."

How could I tell her she was only partially right? I really didn't give a damn if the Olygard also granted me the ability to 'keep up' as it were. In my youth, I would have been happy having a lot of women...and did from time to time. But as I became older, the idea of a monogamous relationship was becoming more and more appealing to me. A wife is some one to love, I mean really love! I was not sure I would be able to actually love more than one. "And what of Verella?" I asked skeptically.

"We will love her as well. As your wife, we cannot help but love her. It is our way. Again Master, we are Qoo-jah...we cannot help who we are, who we love. It just is the way things are...." She smiled lovingly at me. "It has to do with the bonding mine sister and I share with thee. In thy veins, there is a minuscule bit of my blood. Qij-jah's as well. And in our veins, a tiny bit of thine. We will love whom thou loves...we will hate those thou will hate. We are bound to thee emotionally in every way, Master. Dost thou understand now?"

I looked deeply into her eyes and nodded. "Yes, I believe that I do now. Perhaps not fully just yet. I do understand some."

"Do not misunderstand me, Master. If thou wert to be in love one who intends harm to you, we would still love them...But we would not hesitate to kill them. As painful and heartbreaking as that would be. You are and always will be our first priority in everything." She kissed me. I could see in her eyes and could feel that she had meant every word. There was absolutely no doubt of it. "Master, mine sister and I love thee more than our own lives."

I had been on this world for less than a Terrranian week and these two women were ready to lay down their lives for me if it ever became necessary. I accepted that, but didn't like it much. It was contrary to what I was raised to believe. You're Terranian now! You need to adjust your thinking! My subconscious yelled at me.

"Bite me." I muttered back at it.

"Master?" Qaj-jah queried.

"Nothing, little one." I answered.

She smiled brightly. "I like that, Master."

I looked her with a raised eyebrow, having no idea what she meant.

"When thou addresses me as little one, Master."

"I see...." I had absolutely no clue as to why I called her that...it just seemed to fit. I chuckled. "I guess that would make Qij-jah 'wee one', eh?"

"Oh Master, I do love thee." She giggled and hugged me tightly.

"And I, you." The fact that I found myself actually loving this girl came as no surprise to me...I had been warned. Something to do with the bonding I had been told. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon. And Qij-jah as well. I loved them both. Enough that I would not hesitate to die for them...Though it would not be wise to let them know that. All my emotions were still somewhat jumbled in my head still.

"Come Master, mine sister and I must prepare thee to meet thy new wife." Qaj-jah said to me, then assisted me to my feet and led me the bathroom calling for Qij-jah to come help.

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Later that evening....

I sat quietly and waited. I was dressed comfortably in a karategi, sometimes called a gi. For those of you not familiar with martial arts, on Earth, it is also referred to as a karate or judo uniform. I had had a tailor make me a few to my specifications for wear in my quarters. Many of you back on Earth have no idea how comfortable they can be.

At the moment, to be honest, I was feeling just a little silly waiting to meet my fiancée for the first time. Well, according to the 'Q-girls' she was my fiancée. I was still not quite sure about this. I had been told a great deal about Verella. But, I had not yet seen the woman, or perhaps, she was just a girl. The 'Q-girls' never did tell me her age. I had only been on this world for a few days, and I already had two lovers. And now, a perspective third. Talk about moving fast....

Then there came a soft knock at the door. The door swung open slowly and Qij-jah entered, followed by Qaj-jah. They both smiled at me and Qaj-jah spoke. "Master, mine sister and I would like to introduce and present Verella, niece and ward of Granahkt the Wise, Governor of Eutopia, to you. She is presenting herself to you for your examination and appreciation." At that time, my girls stepped aside and a third Qoo-jan girl came into the room. Again, a very lovely woman. "I am Tiq-qah, my Lord. I am in the service of my mistress, Verella. May I be permitted to present my mistress to thee?" I nodded, and then Tiq-qah stepped aside and Verella elegantly entered the room. I stood to face her.

She was extraordinarily beautiful. Her golden yellow-blonde hair was shimmering in the light. It fell across her shoulders, and half way down her back. She wore a black hooded cloak with the hood back. It covered her form completely from her lovely neck down. The cloak appeared to be made of silk or perhaps satin. Her footwear resembled ballet slippers and was nearly the same color as her hair. She was somewhat taller than the "Q-girls and Tiq-qah. Her eyes were at chin level to me. She smiled nervously and curtsied to me. The curtsy was more like half bow, half curtsy. Although she appeared to be nervous, she also seemed to be very happy to stand before me. She spoke in a soft, lilting voice. "My Lord, I am most pleased to be here with you this fine evening. By custom, I am here for your inspection and approval...and to serve your pleasure if you wish it. My uncle has informed me that a union between our families would be nicely...mutually beneficial...and in this case, I must wholeheartedly agree with him."

I took a closer look at her. She appeared to be in her late teens, very near twenty or so. Her eyes were probably the bluest I had ever seen. She was easily, in her own way, every bit as beautiful as Qij-jah and Qaj-jah. Then I remembered. The girl on the balcony over the street I saw a few days before. I smiled, and then asked her, "So, what's next?"

She smiled at me, and then smiled and nodded at the 'Q-girls'. They stepped up to her and started to undo the clasp that held the cloak snugly around her neck. With the clasp undone, they, with Tiq-qah's help, pulled back, lifting it off her shoulders and away from her body. I stared. Beneath the cloak, she was naked.

She smiled suggestively at me and asked. "Do I meet with your approval, my Lord?" She was stunning! Her breasts, while easily larger than those of the 'Q-girls', were still quite lovely, though I might have preferred them to be a bit smaller. Her hips were a bit wider, but also very attractive. There was no hair at her pubic area whatsoever. It appeared to have been shaved. She stepped directly up to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. She began to rub her body against mine invitingly. She broke the kiss and looked directly into my eyes, "May I serve your pleasure, my Lord?"

"My pleasure?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Yes, my Lord...." She looked down at her body. "This is yours now. Would it not be wise to have a little taste of it, as it were? I am told that I can be quite pleasing. I shall give you many sons. I shall make your house the envy of all." I wasn't sure but it seemed to be an almost desperate, pleading quality to her voice. There were proverbial red flags popping up all over the place. She behaved as if assuming I had already agreed to wed her.

I grinned knowingly at her. "I can assume that I will not your first?" I asked with only a little sarcasm.

"No, my Lord. There was but one other before you. But this body served his pleasure for nearly a full cycle. He taught me much of the pleasures two can share with their bodies."

"What happened? Why were you two not wed?"

"He died in the war, some time ago, my Lord." She whispered very sadly. A tear threatened to spill out of her left eye.

Then she shook her head as if to eliminate a bad memory and kissed me again. Before I knew it, she had slipped her hand past the waistband of my gi and started fondling my stiffening cock. Her eyes widened, "My Lord, you have so much more than he who came before you." She whispered breathlessly.

Unlike the 'Q-girls', there was no emotional telepathy, but I could see her need in her eyes. I was by no means huge down there which did not say much for her last lover, but who was I to say anything about it. She began stoking my shaft more urgently. "Please, my Lord...I wish to pleasure you. I need to!" She moved us toward what looked like a loveseat. I do not know how she figured out how to loosen the bottom part of my gi, but she did and a moment later, it was at my ankles. She looked down at what she now held in her hand. "Oh my, I have been blessed by the deities." She sat and without a moment's hesitation, took my cock into her mouth. She tried right away to deep throat me, but was not able to, gagging slightly. She continued to try though.

After a few minutes, she gently pulled down on me. I knelt before her. With her on the loveseat and me on my knees, I was at the perfect height to take her. "Oh please, my Lord. Take your wife...take her now!" It was as if she already thought of herself as my wife. She reached for me with her legs, hooking her heels at the top of my thighs and then pulled. She became instantly wetter the second the head of my shaft contacted her folds. She was coming already.

"My Lord.... She panted. She pulled a little harder and the head of my cock popped into her. I could not ever remember a pussy as tight as Verella's seemed to be! She hissed at me in Qoo-jan fashion and though she was not Qoo-jan, still managed to look rather fierce. She came again. Verella grasped my ass in her hands and resumed slowly pulling on my body. Finally, after a long while, our pelvic bones ground against one another through our skin. She was so incredibly tight; it was almost but not quite painful. I could only imagine the pain she was feeling. Her hips started to piston against mine. Passion and lust burned in her blue eyes. "My Lord, I have never been so full as I am now." She gasped at me as she came yet again.

"Does it not hurt?" I asked.

"Yes my Lord, though I care not. There is some pain, but the pleasure greatly surpasses that. Ravage me, my Lord. I wish to bear you a son." She released my ass and literally tore away the rest of my clothing. By this time, she was bucking against me frantically. She seemed to be coming over and over again in an apparent long chain of orgasms.

She looked over my shoulder at the three Qoo-jan slave girls who were watching us with rapt fascination. "Will they be joining us in our bed from time to time? You know, Tiq-qah is now yours as well." She grinned mischievously. "She is what you could say...quite talented."

A thought occurred to me. How the hell was I suppose to keep up and please these four women? I doubted that I could even keep up with the 'Q-girls' over time. Then I remembered my earlier conversation with Qaj-jah and shrugged, mentally.   

Verella continued to thrust against me even faster. "Oh, my Lord. I cannot stop coming. I could love you very easily. For this...." She squeezed my shaft with her vaginal muscles. "...I could even become your slave.

I heard a noise behind me and then a totally naked Tiq-qah sat on the loveseat next to Verella. I could see as she bent to kiss Verella that her eyes were bright gold. After she kissed her, she smoothly hooked an arm around my neck and kissed me. Looking over my body, she smiled and said to Verella, "We have indeed been blessed, my Mistress." She looked down, watching my shaft pound into Verella. Then she whispered softly. "May this one try it, my Mistress?"

Verella smiled. "Of course, my little sweet one." She managed to smoothly remove my cock from within her and maneuver Tiq-qah into her place. She gently grasped my tool and pulled it toward her slave girl's waiting pussy. "My Lord, here, take a sample of your newest slave. I promise you will not regret it."

I looked over my shoulder, though I do not know why. There were the 'Q-girls' both with huge anticipatory smiles on their face's and they were nodding in encouragement.

My evil side, long dormant, suddenly surfaced. With one savage thrust of my hips, I was buried to the hilt inside Tiq-qah. She let out a yelp of pain, then wrapped her arms and legs around me and thrust her hips forward, as if she were trying to get even more of my cock inside her. A soft whisper passed her lips. "I thank thee Kriegor...and thee, Master." She sucked in a deep breath and was rocked by a monstrous orgasm. Tiq-qah kept one arm around my neck and wrapped the other around Verella's shoulders, kissing her deeply. "I love thee, my Mistress. I thank thee for sharing thy husband with me." She never slowed pounding her pelvis against mine. "When thy time comes, please tell me, Master." She said to me. "It would be better to give thy seed to thy wife."

I looked up as the 'Q-girls' dropped to their knees on either side of me. They too, were naked now. Qaj-jah, to my left was kissing my shoulder as she reached out and started fondling Tiq-qah's breasts. To my right, Qij-jah bent low and was eagerly lapping at Verella's pussy.

Between being surrounded by four exceptionally beautiful women, what I was seeing and the emotional telepathy coming from the three Qoo-jans, I knew I was very close to coming. I had to move quickly. I withdrew my shaft out of Tiq-qah, gently nudged Qij-jah aside and plunged back into Verella's dripping hole. Qij-jah kissed me as all of them threw their arms around me. I hit my peak, feeling my semen spraying inside my new fiancée.




On Another World Ch. 03



I heard a voice whisper. "Ah.... Yes, Master!" It sounded like Verella, but I wasn't sure.

I gazed at Verella and made up my mind. "So, you wish to become my wife? So be it. You can tell your uncle that I am agreed." And why not? I could do far worse. Honestly, I did not love her. I liked her a bit although I didn't really know her yet. I will 'cut through the crap' and say my decision was more political than anything else.

Again, I was enveloped in a group hug. All four seemed to be happy beyond words.

Receiving a nod from Verella, Tiq-qah got to her feet, ran to the door and went out. Apparently, public nudity was not that big of a deal here. A moment later, she returned to us. She bowed deeply to both Verella and I and said. "It is done."

Verella answered my unasked question before I could even open my mouth. "Word has been sent to my uncle that you have agreed to a marriage between us. The household staff is fetching Tiq-qah's belongings, my Husband and mine."

Now, as my 'official' fiancée, she no long needed to address me as Lord. I was now 'My Husband' and after the joining or wedding, I would be just 'Husband.' We would begin living together immediately and would not wait until after we were wed. Terranian customs are nothing like they were on Earth. Being Verella's property, Tiq-qah would join my household as well. I guessed that with the marriage, she would become mine too.

The 'Q-girls' and Tiq-qah got us to our feet and escorted Verella and me to my bedchamber. My fiancée and I were led to the bed. Qaj-jah then whispered softly to me. "This time, it must be only the two of you...alone." Then turned to leave with the others.

Then it was just Verella and myself. She laid me on my back and mounted me. We made love for a long time. When I came again, she cried out in pleasure. She then lay next to me as the girls came back into the room. "I believe that I might actually already be in love with you, my husband." She said contentedly.

I lay comfortably in bed, Verella curled up against my side murmuring softly, very near sleep. I could not make out what she was saying. The 'Q-girls' and Tiq-qah were now there in bed with us as well. All were looking to be deliriously happy.

Tiq-qah must have noticed my curiosity. "She is praying that thou may have given her a son, Master. Since the death of he who came before thee, to be wife and mother has been her sole desire." She smiled at me. "It is the deepest wish of every woman...to bear her man a son. Even we Qoo-jan wish to be mothers at some point in our lives. I have been informed Master, that thou art from far away and that thy native customs are not the same as ours." She smiled at me, then at Verella.

""You love her, don't you?" I said returning her smile.

"Yes Master, more than mine life. Even before we were bonded, I loved her. And I will come to love thee as well, Master. It is my deepest hope that...."

At that moment, I heard a soft 'phfit' sound and a tiny dart appeared in the side of Tiq-qah's neck. She looked surprised for a brief moment. She started to bring a hand up to the dart, and then slumped down onto the bed. Whether dead or unconscious, I did not know. Less than a second later, the sound repeated it three more times. The 'Q-girls' and Verella were all hit. I turned my head in the direction of the sounds. Four assassins were entering from the balcony. I threw back the covers and leapt out of bed, nearly blind with anger. My feet had no sooner touched the floor than one of them used what looked like a blowgun on me. A much larger dart struck me in the chest. I took another step and was getting ready to leap at them, when everything faded into blackness....

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I regained consciousness slowly. I felt very tired and weak. I lay quietly, not daring to move, not even to open my eyes. I heard a woman's voice. "My Lord, he should be dead, but he lives and will very soon recover fully. I am not able to tell thee how or why he has survived." The soft voice hesitated. "Is it true, my Lord? He is The One...is he not?" She asked, almost fearfully.

"Yes, he is...." Gilliam's voice answered. "How long before he will awaken? He asked.

"I do not know, my Lord." The woman said. "As I told thee, I cannot even tell thee why he is still alive."

The dart that had struck me was poisoned. I should be dead, but I wasn't. How I survived, I would probably never know. Then, I opened my eyes. "Gilliam?" I spoke. My voice was horse, my mouth dry.

Gilliam looked at me, appearing quite pleased. "M'lord, you are back!"

"What the hell happened?" I did not remember all that had happened.

"An attempt was made on your life, M'lord."

"What of the girls...Verella?"

"Gone...."

"Gone?" It was like a hammer blow to my heart. In a few short days, I had come to love the 'Q-girls'...I was even terribly fond of Verella and Tiq-qah as well. The thought of them dying was more than I could comprehend. A small part of me almost wished that I had died.

"They were taken. Kidnapped. We are not sure we know why. This is most unusual."

I breathed a silent sigh of relief. They were alive. I then and there decided that I would get them back, no matter the cost. I looked up at Gilliam. "How long was I out?"

"Three days, M'lord."

I looked Gilliam straight in the eye and spoke softly. "Assassins. I saw at least four of them." My memories of what happened were returning quickly.

"There were six. The watch managed to kill two of them before they escaped with the women. Eight of your personal guards are dead. The rest are being held for trial and will mostly likely be executed."

"No!" I very nearly bellowed at Gilliam. Bring me the captain of the guard...now!" He then relayed my order to a guard waiting near the door.

I looked about my bedchamber. There were at least a dozen soldiers in the room, all in black tunics bearing my crest over chain mail. Next to my bed stood three young Qoo-jans, two females and one male. They were dressed ready for combat. They too, wore my crest with bright red trimming. Sitting on the bed next to me was another Qoo-jah woman. She was small, even by Qoo-jan standards. And this one was noticeably older. Not yet at middle age, but certainly had a much more mature look about her. The sides of her head were shaved smooth. She wore her remaining hair in something like a Mohawk, which was still long enough to reach her waist. She also wore two large earrings that resembled suns. On the left side of her scalp was a tattoo of a nine-pointed blue-white star. She was dressed in the typical revealing outfit that was normal here. Topless with an extremely short wrap around skirt in a deep blood red. Her breasts sagged just a tiny bit with age, but looked very nice. I was never a man who prefer younger woman before. I still liked them young but closer to my own age.

Shit! I thought. I had just survived something that should have killed me. My women were taken, but was still thinking with the 'smaller head' as it were...with yet, another woman, no less!

She smiled at me. A very pleasing smile. "My name is Seq-qah, my Lord. I am thy personal physician. She looked at the other Qoo-jans. "They art thy new personal body guards, my Lord. Zog-gah, Zeq-qah and..." She indicated the females and then the male. "...Zeq-qoh."

I stared for a moment. Zeq-qah and Zeq-qoh looked like perfect male and female copies of one another. Gilliam bent close and spoke softly in English. "They are what you would call twins. Zoo-gah is their cousin. Although, on your home world she would be considered their half sister. They all have the same sire...or father." On Terrania, only those who share the same mother are considered siblings, regardless of who the father might be. Those who share a mother and father are the only ones considered true siblings. Those who have the same father, but different mothers are considered to be only cousins.

I was not pleased. "And what of Qij-jah and Qaj-jah? What of Verella and Tiq-qah?" I asked Gilliam impatiently. "Does anyone know where they are?"

"We are certain that they are still within the city, M'lord." Gilliam said, clearly as angry as I was over their kidnapping. "There is more, M'lord Dee-Ees. The assassins who took them are of a clan called the Tushüks who are also slavers. If we cannot stop them, Verella will be sold into slavery...the others will be sold to breeding farms."

The Tushüks are a nomadic people who can be found anywhere on this world. Physically, they resemble the Middle Eastern folks from my prior life.

"Breeding farms? No! I can not...will not allow that to happen."

"I agree, but we must proceed with caution. The Tushük Clan will kill them before willingly giving them up."

Further conversation would have to wait as the captain of the guard on the night of the attack was brought before me in chains. I rose out of my bed and found that I had been dressed in a black loose fitting gi. I approached the captain.

"Unchain him." I ordered Gilliam. To the captain, I said. "Tell me what happened." He gave me a brief account of the attack from his perspective. His report was short yet concise, leaving nothing out, including his arrest along with the other four survivors.

"Did you not post a guard on the balcony?"

"Yes, my Lord. He was the first killed...from behind."

"A dart, like the one used on me?" I asked.

"Yes, my Lord. He never knew what hit him." He hesitated and then continued. "My Lord, I have failed in my duty. May I ask why you wish to humiliate me further? I am ready to meet my fate."

"Be silent!" I snapped at him.

I turned to Gilliam, speaking to him in English. "Ya know, I've done a bit of research over the past few days. I recall reading that single assassins have gotten past twice that number in guards and were quite successful. The captain and his men faced six...Six!" The last word came out louder, than I had intended. "I am alive. So they were at least partially successful, were they not?"

Gilliam gave me a half smile. "I had hoped you would feel that way, M'lord. Even though you were injured and your women taken...I, myself was very much impressed with their performance. But the law is the law. However, they are your guards; their fate is in your hands."

I faced the captain. I switched back to Terranian. "Despite what you think, you have performed far better than anyone could have expected. I hereby promote you to major. The remaining members of your watch will also be promoted. You will be placed in charge of all my personal guards.

"As you wish, M'lord." He said uncertainly.

"How many men do you know of that have fought with an assassin and lived to tell of it?"

"None, M'lord." It was starting to dawn to him that he had indeed accomplished something few, if any others ever had. "But what of the others?" I some how knew he meant the women.

"I will get them back...you and your men will assist."

He stood at attention and placed his open right hand over his heart in a Terranian salute. "Yes, M'lord. It will be as you say, M'lord." His pride and self-respect was coming back.

You and your men report to me in two days. We shall begin planning...Dismissed."

"Aye, M'lord!" He saluted again and departed smartly.

He had no sooner departed than the door burst open again and still another Qoo-jan woman entered. This one though, was unlike any of the others I had seen. She was much older and dressed in a very conservative outfit. Long flowing robes, somewhat like Gilliam's but in purest white. Her face was lined and wrinkled and she appeared to be at least 70 by Earth reckoning. Yet, she was still an exceptionally lovely woman.

"Lot-tah...." Gilliam snapped. "...You were summoned quite some time ago...days. You are not usually in the habit of keeping me waiting."

"My apologies, M'lord Gilliam." She said in a soft but resonant voice. "It could not be helped. I was away." She turned to me a smile spreading across her wise face. "So...thou art he." It was not a question. She walked right up to me, placed a hand on my chest and her other on my cheek. She closed her eyes. Then they popped open and an eyebrow ached much like a certain Vulcan from an old television show I watch in my previous life. She turned to Gilliam. "Please clear the room, M'lord, but thou may remain.

A moment later only Gilliam, Lot-tah and I remained.

"Thou art not of this world, M'lord. She said. Again, it was not a question.

I looked at Gilliam...He nodded. "I am now, but not originally. I am from a planet called...."

"Earth...." She interrupted me. "Thou wert brought here by the Grey Ones to save our world." Lot-tah then walked over to the bed, placed her hands upon it and closed her eyes again. After what seemed to be a long while but wasn't really, she returned to me, the look on her face was not a happy one. "Three will return, one will perish. I cannot yet see which one."

She looked at me long and hard. "I see something else, though I am not yet sure what it is. All I know for sure is that thou wilt accomplish something no other man ever has on Terrania."

"You're a...."

"A seer, my Lord." She interrupted again. Who among those taken know of thy true origins?"

"Only Qij-jah and Qaj-jah.

"And the new ones? Thy physician and new body guards?"

I shook my head.

"Pick one of them and inform whichever one thou chooses. Thou shalt regret it if thou dost not."

"Very well. I will decide which later."

"Choose wisely, my Lord." She bowed deeply to me. "I am at thy service, M'lord." Then she turned and left the room without out another word.

All the others came back into the room. Seq-qah approached me and asked, indicating Zog-gah and Zeq-qah. "Which of the two shall I have share thy bed with thee this night...or would thee prefer both of them?" During my reading, I had learned that a man simply did not sleep alone here. Even if he is not sexually active with any woman, at least one will still share his bed.

"Suppose I might prefer you?" I asked. This was certainly not expected by any of them.

"They are much younger than I, my Lord." She said, very clearly shocked by my question. She seemed surprised that I might be interested in an older woman. That idea had not occurred to her or any of the others. I reckoned that by Terranian standards, she was considered to be well past her prime. At the same time, I could have sworn I detected a little hope in her voice. Even the younger women appeared to be surprised, though not offended, fortunately.

"Well, if you would rather not...." I took a long look, appraising Zog-gah and Zeq-qah.

"I did not say that, my Lord." Thinly disguised hope was very apparent in her voice now. "I would be happy to remain with thee this night...it thou art sure thou would wish me to." She sounded unsure, yet hopeful.

"You're my physician; I will let you decide who stays."

Though she and I were not bonded, I could still feel what she did. From her, I felt happiness and even a bit of sexual anticipation. She smiled knowingly. "I shall remain, my Lord." She turned to speak with Zog-gah and Zeq-qah. Then Zeq-qoh joined them. My new personal body guards...Zog-gah, Zeq-qah and Zeq-qoh. The 'Z's.' I thought of them. A thought suddenly occurred to me. I went to Gilliam.

"M'lord Gilliam. Would I be correct in assuming that that dart used on me should have killed me? And...no one outside this group knows that I still live?"

He smiled at me...a perfectly evil smile. "Ah! Again, M'lord, we are thinking alike.

"Let it leak out that I am near death and not expected to survive. Recall that new major. Summon the rest of his men. We have much to do this night."

Gilliam nodded and led me out of the room into another. Here, there were three large tables with a few comfortable chairs. The walls were covered with maps. The far wall was covered by one large one. A detailed color Terranian world map. I had entered a war room. I could think of nothing else to call it.

A moment later, my newly promoted major came up to me, saluted so smartly, any U. S. Marine would have been proud. "M'lord!" He said proudly and respectfully.

"What is your name, major?"

I am Kôjar, son of Sôkar, M'lord!"

"Very well, Major Kôjar, your first job is to select eight men to replace those who gave their lives tonight. Choose wisely. Many of us, maybe even all of us could die with what I am planning."

"I will choose only men who have fought many times in wars before, M'lord. I think that experience will be needed in what is to come." Kôjar said.

I nodded at the young man's wisdom.

Gilliam spoke. "We hope to have more information very soon, M'lord. There are many good sources at our disposal." The intelligence arm of the Terranian military was called the Silent Service. I chuckled inwardly wondering what they would have thought of submarines back on Earth. I learned soon however, that even though my new home was basically a medieval culture, the Silent Service made the CIA I remembered look like a Cub Scout troop for the blind.

Over the next couple hours, Gilliam and I planned. Agents from the Silent Service were sent out to look for clues. Our first bit of news was most disheartening. Verella and the girls were no longer in the city.

The Tushüks seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. I smiled a little. With haste, came mistakes. Then came our first bit of good news. A Tushük camp was located many leagues northwest of the city. That had to be where they were heading.

Our plans firmed up. We would begin our pursuit late, the next evening. We did not want to leave during the day. Too many curious folk about.

Later, when everyone had left, Seq-qah bathed and shaved me. Naked, we climbed into bed and settled in. She tried her best to entice me to 'sample' her body, but my worry over Verella and the others precluded that. I shook my head. "Not tonight, Seq-qah. I cannot get my mind off those taken from me. You are more than welcome to remain until they return, but I cannot promise any intimacy."

She nodded sadly. "I shall be here to serve thy pleasure or not as thou pleases, my Lord. For as long as thou may have the need, I shall serve in their stead."

I relaxed with Seq-qah's naked body curled up next to mine. While I knew she was disappointed that I initiated no sexual contact with her, she was still pleased just to be sleeping next to me. While I have to admit that I was tempted; my concern over Verella and the girls preoccupied my mind.

As I lay near to sleep, the room was suddenly filled with blinding light. After a few seconds, it faded away. In the center of the room was a small crate on which sat a smaller box. There was no Olygard to be seen. I rose slowly and approached the new additions to the room. On top of the box was a single sheet of what looked like paper. On the paper were these few words....





On Another World Ch. 03



Right then and there, I decided that the .45 would be an extreme last resort weapon. Quite simply, I would avoid using it as much as I possibly could.

I opened the box again and picked the Colt up. It was quite a bit lighter than I expected. I assumed that it was manufactured by the Olygard and made from 'space age' materials. It would most likely be somewhat more accurate. I clipped the laser site beneath the barrel of the weapon. I lightly squeezed the trigger. A red dot appeared on the wall across the room. I squeezed a bit harder and the hammer fell with a soft click. It had been a few years since I had fired a gun of any kind. It felt good. I picked up one of the magazines and slipped into the handle of the Colt. I worked the slide, chambering a round. I cannot explain it, but it even felt more like a deadly weapon. I assumed a combat crouch and aimed about 50 feet away at one of the tapestries...the figure of a warrior in combat. I put a little pressure on the trigger and placed the red dot right in the center of the figure's face. I continued pulling and....

CRACK!

The sound of the gun was incredibly loud in the room. In what seemed to be less than a second, even before the empty shell casing stopped bouncing across the floor, a naked Seq-qah was at my side seeking the source of the sound, hissing fiercely. She crouched as if ready to pounce on the shell casing still rolling on the floor.

The door to my bedchamber swung open. The door to the balcony opened at the same instant. Four guards poured into the room...all looking a bit rattled.

I held the pistol out of sight behind my back. "Go back to your posts. There is nothing to worry about. The fault is mine for not warning you beforehand."

"As you wish, M'lord." The guards said as one. They slowly left my bedchamber closing the doors behind them.

Seq-qah turned and hugged me tightly. "Thou art certain, my Lord?"

"Yes Seq-qah, we are safe for the time being."

"What was it...what just happened, my Lord?"

I held out the Colt. "This is what happened."

She looked at it, baffled. "My Lord?" She asked, very obviously confused.

I caught some thing out of the corner of my vision in the box and mentally kicked myself in the ass. There was something I had missed before. Next to where the pistol had rested, was what could only be a silencer.

I screwed the silencer to the end of the barrel. Then I sited in on a clay pitcher on the night table next to the bed. "Watch this." I told Seq-qah. I lightly squeezed the trigger.

Seq-qah starred in wonder at the tiny red dot that suddenly appeared on the side of the pitcher. She flinched as a soft popping noise came from the Colt.

The pitcher shattered, its contents splashing over the table onto the floor. A moment later, the Colt popped twice more and two cups that were on the table next to the pitcher disintegrated as well.

I spun and quickly fired a round into the center of a decorative shield on the wall across the room. It rang, not unlike a bell as a hole appeared in the middle of the dragon emblem on it. The .45 surpassed my wildest dreams. Between its being manufactured by the Olygard and my superior eyesight, it would be almost impossible to miss at less than a hundred paces or so.

Seq-qah looked at me. She seemed to be both awed and terrified. Her eyes had become a light gray in color.

I held up the pistol and said matter-of-factly. "It is a gift from the Grey Ones." I did not go into detail. She did not know of my origins and I thought it best not to tell her...just yet.

We went back to bed. This time, we made love. She made love frantically, in the same way a starving person would attack a T-bone steak. I could only surmise that it had been a long while since the last time she'd been with a man. She was an extremely enthusiastic lover...even more so than Qij-jah or Qaj-jah. She had even clawed my back as her and I hit our peak at the same moment. All the while murmuring in Qoo-jah, another language the Olygard apparently gifted me with. Although, I could not understand it fully. Most of what she said was prayers of thanks to Kreigor.

Afterward, we lay together. "I will not ever be able to thank thee enough, my Lord." Seq-qah murmured softly. "At my age, I did not think I would ever share the pleasures with a male again."

I was somewhat confused. Why the hell not? I wondered. She was an exceptionally beautiful woman. Back on Earth, she would have had to 'beat them off with a stick' to use an old expression. I would have guessed her age at about 35. "At your age?" I asked.

Then, she answered my question, and more. "Males here in Terranian choose women exclusively for their youth and beauty, my Lord. I am well past the age to be as desirable as Zog-gah or Zeq-qah...or even your slaves. I am even past what is considered the best years for bearing offspring. The men of Terrania all prefer young women to share the pleasures and bear their children. The younger the woman, the more desirable, my Lord."

"Perhaps...." I said. "But there can also be no substitute for experience either, Seq-qah." The men on this world must be fools.

She laughed softly. "They said thou art from far away, my Lord. It must be very, very far."

We both drifted off to sleep then.

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We rose with the sun the following morning. Seq-qah again bathed me. She made no effort to seduce me again, though I knew that she would have liked to. It had not yet ceased to amaze me that the women on this world seemed to have such an incredibly high sex drive. I was most certainly not complaining...yet.

After that, she assisted me in getting dressed. Seq-qah obviously had experience with helping men to dress as it took much less time than I was accustomed to. I donned the new harness and found to my pleasure that the .45 slid easily into the holster even with the silencer attached.

I went back to the War Room and was not surprised to see Gilliam and Major Kôjar already there putting together the final touches of our plan. Kôjar came to attention as I entered the room and saluted me in the Terranian fashion, his open right hand over his heart.

I nodded a greeting to both. "Gentlemen...."

"All has been prepared, M'lord." Gilliam said. He went on to explain.

Our 'War Party' was going to be much larger than I had hoped. Twenty-five, including myself. This included Gilliam, myself, both of our full personal guard detachments, the Z's and Seq-qah.

Kôjar led to me to one the maps on the wall and said. "It would be best to leave just after full dark." He pointed to the map. "This is where the Tushük camp is located. We have been able to determine that one; maybe two of your women are there. Verella and Tiq-qah." He hesitated at this point. There was more, but I sensed he didn't really want to tell me. However, he took a deep breath and continued. "Qaj-jah and Qij-jah are being taken elsewhere for interrogation, before they are sold the breeding farms."

"Do we know where they're being taken?"

Kôjar took another breath. "Zoqeland. M'lord."

Kahn! Kahn had to be behind this. But, how had he been able to set this up so fast? It did not seem possible. A plan to kill me and take those close to me should have taken a month or more to plan and execute. So...Kahn was getting extraterrestrial help. There could be no doubt. Maybe that was part of the reason that a Colt .45 caliber pistol now rested in a holster under my right arm. Also, I began to suspect that Kahn had at least one spy in Tertapolis, more than one, I was almost certain.

I had already decided in the back of my mind to kill Kahn when the opportunity presented itself. This just seemed to reinforce that.

Another question occurred to me. If he thought me dead, why take Verella and the girls? There was much more to all this than met the eye. It seemed to me that any information Kahn might get from them would be useless if I was dead. I was beginning to think that Kahn was even more evil and more dangerous than Thor had led me to believe.

Later that afternoon, Seq-qah came into the room accompanied by the 'Z's' as I referred to them. Seq-qah was now dressed the same as I had the "Q-girls' dress themselves. With all her 'charms' covered and her sides completely bare, I found her to be even more alluring. I even found her Mohawk-like hair do to be more than a little attractive. I gave her an appraising look. I mentally berated myself. In many ways, I found her to be even more appealing than the 'Q-girls'. I shook my head to clear it. There are times that I can just such a guy.

I grasped Seq-qah by the arm. "Come with me." I took her into my bedchamber at sat her on the bed. Then, I pulled a chair up close and sat, facing her. Fortunately, she was taking this seriously. "There is something you need to know." I told her.   

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Seq-qah, I have no wish to frighten you, but I have to tell you that I am, as you've been told from a far distant land." She nodded. "What you do not know is that that far distant land is on another world."

For a brief moment, she appeared to be a little scared. Then that changed into a look of exasperation and displeasure. "My Lord, I mean no disrespect, but this is not the time for jokes."

"I am not joking." I said looking her straight in the eyes. A thought occurred to me. I quickly, but gently grabbed her, bringing our foreheads together. I concentrated.

My thoughts went to a small yellow star, light years away. Then to that star's third planet. A lovely little blue and white planet. There were also other colors. And finally to a continent the planet's northern hemisphere. This was my home. I thought.

From Seq-qah, I felt a deep fear...terror even. But that was only for a moment. Fear was replaced with curiosity, which was replaced with wonder.

Then I heard her voice inside my head. My Lord?

Yes?

How is this possible?

I know no more than you do on this. Just that I'm here and I have an important mission to accomplish.

I could feel her mind probing mine seeking information. I let her continue, as I perceived no threat.

Seq-qah broke the contact...the mental bond we shared now gone. I looked up to find her weeping. "The suffering thou endured with thy illness before is more than I can bear."

"It's over now, I am well. To me, that is like ancient history"

"Nonetheless.... My Lord...I could see into thy thoughts. I have never been able to do that with any who were not Qoo-jan before. No one has as far as I know. There is one other thing, my Lord.

"And what would that be?" I asked.

A soft shy smile. "I know thy thoughts now. I know thy heart. I love thee, my Lord. With all my heart, I love thee."

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To be continued....

As always, constructive criticism is welcome. Chapter Four has been stated though I cannot say when I'll be able to finish it. Some of my female readers may not like the way this is going. In my defense, I can only say...Hey, I'm a guy.



On Another World Ch. 04



Greetings once again, readers. First, I must apologize for the delay in getting this chapter out to you. I've having serious computer/internet problems...now that it seems to be working properly again, here is your next installment. I want to thank all those who have read and apparently enjoyed this series so far. That being said, there will be a fair amount of background information included within this chapter as well. In this chapter, there will slightly less sex, in detail, that is...and maybe in the next. But, fear not readers, you have my word that there will be more in the future

More on Qoo-jans: They are physically stronger than most Terranians. Their bones are much denser and harder than all living creatures on Terrania.

On aging on Terrania: Life expectancy here is; baring a violent death is well over 1,000 cycles. Qoo-jans, slightly less at 700 -- 800 cycles. Qoo-jan women are considered to be well past their sexual prime and best child bearing years at 200.

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I looked at Seq-qah for a long moment. "Why do you say that?" She had just professed her love for me, though she'd only recently met me. Granted, we had just, a short time ago communicated telepathically...something that should have been impossible yet; my first and only attempt thus far, had been successful. Seq-qah was my own personal physician, assigned to me by Gilliam. She was Qoo-jah and while technically a slave, she had a position of some respect and much more freedom than any slave on Earth ever knew. Nearly all Qoo-jan on Terrania were slaves...by choice, oddly enough. The one thing I was unable to understand was how they derived personal pleasure from being slaves. I had resigned myself to the fact it would probably take me years to fully understand everything on my new home world.

"As I said, my Lord. I have seen into thy mind...thy heart. Thou art a good and kind man. How could I not love thee?" She said to me, smiling. "My Lord, I would...."

She was interrupted by a knock at the door. After at moment, one of my personal guards entered my quarters. He was a rather young looking man, dressed in chain mail with a tunic bearing my crest. He carried a halberd in his right hand. Upon entering the room, he approached me. He shifted his halberd to his left hand and placed his open right hand over his heart, in a Terranian salute. "M'lord, Major Kôjar sends his respects and requests that you join him in the planning room."

"Very well. Tell the major I'll be there in a moment...dismissed." I turned to Seq-qah as the guard departed. I grasped her shoulders and kissed her lightly on her forehead. "We'll finish this talk later, girl." I left the room wondering why I had kissed her. We did not share the bond like I did with the 'Q-girls', yet I felt some kind of a connection with her. This was mildly disconcerting to me. Who is this girl? Why does she affect me this way? The thoughts raced through my mind. And how in the hell were we able to communicate telepathically? This shouldn't be possible, but we did it.

What was it with the women on this planet? I'd been here only a couple of weeks and I loved the 'Q-girls' completely. I cared a great deal for Verella and Tiq-qah after spending but a single night with them. Four, women! And now, Seq-qah? I never even imagined anything like this in my nearly 60 years on Earth. It was certainly something to ponder...later

I walked into the planning room...which I had dubbed the War Room and found Kôjar waiting for me. He led me to one of the large tables in the room. There was a small-scale map of the area around Tertapolis. Then, he pointed to the map. "I would like to suggest M'lord that we leave right at full dark and ride to this lake, here. It is called Shallow Lake because even during the wet season, one can easily wade all the way across. We should arrive there at a point opposite of the camp. Then move forward on foot." Intel reports that a large party left there two days ago and another today. I think it might be best for us not to tip our hand until they can do nothing to stop us.

I nodded. "An excellent plan Major."

"Oh, by the way, my Lord Granahkt has said that he would like to see you before we depart." Kôjar told me.

"When?"

"He waits for you there, in your office." He pointed to door across the room that I had noticed before, but had thought it might be a closet or something like that.

"Very well then, carry on." I remarked. I turned and strode to the office. I opened the door and entered. There he was. Granahkt was a giant of a man at nearly seven feet. He had the look of a man in his mid-60's. Iron gray hair and a long beard that matched. With a deeply tanned face and bright blue eyes, he was what many women would consider to be quite handsome despite his age. And a powerfully built man as well. I had no doubt he could hold his own in combat.

"M'lord Dee-Ess, I cannot tell you how pleased to see that you survived the attack. I'm told that it is you, yourself who is going after my niece. I wish I could go, but as governor, it is not permitted for me. I can only ask you to do your best to bring her back safely to me."

"I shall try my best M'lord." I said. I found myself liking this man even not knowing him at all.

"I know you will." He paused before continuing. "About her dowry. I would like to...."

"No...." I interrupted him. "Not yet, M'lord. Let us wait until she is safely back here with us before discussing that."

He nodded and sighed. Then he smiled. "It will be as you say, M'lord Dee-Ess." He chuckled. "To be honest, I half expected you to say that. If only I were but a few years younger and not the governor. Then no one could keep me from accompanying you. Of all my nieces, Verella is my favorite.

"As I said, I shall endeavor to return her safely, M'lord."

Without another word, he bowed his head and left my office. In a very short time, he had earned my respect and admiration.

I returned to the War Room. "Major Kôjar, I think we shall leave about two hours after sunset. It should be full dark by then."

"It shall be as you say, M'lord."

I departed and returned to my quarters. Seq-qah had been awaiting my return. She curtsied lowly to me and asked. "How may I serve thee, my Lord?"

I chuckled. "I'd almost kill for a good hot cup of coffee right now."

"At once, my Lord." Seq-qah said. She curtsied again and quickly left me.

I walked to the table and sat down on one of the chairs. The events of the past few days ran through my mind. I mystically appeared here on Terrania less than two weeks by local reckoning. I was the supreme military leader of my new country on this world. On Earth, I was just a lowly enlisted man...having obtained the rank of Gunnery Sergeant before I retired from the Corps. I also had what I thought of as two and maybe three 'live in girlfriends' and a fiancée. And there was yet another girl involved with me too. All five of them, ready to satisfy my every need...sexual and otherwise. No woman I ever knew on Earth would even consider sharing her man, as these five appeared to be very happy to do so. Maybe if the female to male ratio was the same there as it was here? Nah, no way. I thought, chuckling to myself.

Moments later, Seq-qah returned with a cup of coffee for me. She also brought one for herself. She sat next to me and we sipped our coffee in companionable silence for a time. From her, I felt a calm peaceful happiness. Then I heard a whispering that seemed to come from within my own mind, with Seq-qah looking at me intensely. She put her hand over mind and inside my head; I was then, just able to hear her voice inside my head.

My Lord?

I answer in my mind. Yes, Seq-qah?

I am still amazed that we can communicate this way. My Lord, I would beg of thee, a favor.

What favor would that be? I asked silently.

I believe, my Lord, that if thou and I were bonded, physical contact would not be needed for us to communicate this way.

I considered what she said. And you would consider being personal slave as well as physician?

Think of the advantages, my Lord. We could 'talk' secretly and thy enemies would know not. It will, I am sure, aid us in our search for Qaj-jah and Qij-jah...as well as the others. I beg of thee; please give my idea some consideration?

Seq-qah was a genius! And, I could tell by her feelings that she was thinking mostly of my safety. There were other reasons, but those were of lesser importance to her...at the moment anyway. It would mean of course, taking her into harms way. I wasn't very thrilled with that, but Seq-qah was correct in her thinking. It would be a huge advantage in finding the girls.

Aye...It sounds like a good idea. When you've finished your coffee, locate Gilliam and inform him. For a moment before you touched my hand, I think I may have heard your thoughts. I thought to her. I pulled my hand back and our 'link' was broken.

We finished our coffee, talking over small unimportant things, although the recent events weighed heavily over us both. Seq-qah finished her coffee, kissed me on my forehead and left.

About an hour later, Gilliam entered my quarters, accompanied by Seq-qah. He looked at me, his face filled with disbelief. "You and her can really communicate telepathically? Between a Qoo-jan and one of us, that is not supposed to be possible."

I explained to him what Thor had told me. I was not actually Terranian; I was a human from Earth. That, while Terranians and Humans were very close, there were tiny differences in our DNA. Maybe that made it possible?

Gilliam nodded his head slowly. "Indeed...." He said. "If all you say is true, it would go a long way in explaining the seemingly impossible. Seq-qah has told me of her idea. Do you wish to proceed?"

I shrugged. "What's the worst that could happen?" I said, already knowing the answer. If Seq-qah's plan failed, it wouldn't really cost us anything.

Gilliam produced from his robe a small box containing a slave bracelet. The bonding ceremony took place in the same place and manner as Qij-jah's and Qaj-jah's and took very little time. I laughed silently to myself. I was quickly becoming a bit of an expert at this.

Gilliam looked expectantly at us. Seq-qah smiled shyly and moved to the other side of the room. Master? Her thoughts came through very clearly as if she had actually spoken them.

I smiled. Yes Seq-qah, I can hear and understand you clearly. I though at her.

She ran back across the room and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. Master, this is wonderful! Then, to Gilliam, she said. "It works better than we had hoped, my Lord."

Gilliam nodded. "I am still finding it difficult to believe, but this ability the two of you possess...it may aid you in your task." I knew that Gilliam did not fully approve of my mission to bring the girls back home. His...our world was at stake. But, at the same time, he understood. Were he in my position, he would most likely do the same.

"M'lord Dee-Ess, while I do not approve of this mission, I understand it." He said, confirming what I already knew to be true. "Kahn must be stopped and eventually be defeated. That should be our top priority. You know this, do you not?"

"Aye Gilliam, I know this all too well. But, I cannot shake the feeling that this is all part of the same mission.

Gilliam looked at me thoughtfully for a long moment, considering what I said, then nodded. "You may be right. If that is the case and I'm beginning to think you may be right, I have additional preparations to make." He left without another word.

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Several hours later....

We rode out through the gate into the countryside. It was my first time to be truly in the open countryside since arriving on Terrania. Our first stop was to be a large lake, a short distance from our destination. According to the intel I had thus far collected, the girls were very likely at a campsite half a day's ride away. It was a dark night. Thankfully, the kyliah we rode had excellent night vision. Even my own night vision, which would be considered super-human by Terranian standards, was quite good. During my research, I had learned that kyliah had endurance that made horses of my prior existence completely worthless in comparison. The kyliah I rode could carry twice the weight it carried now at an easy lope for days...only needing to stop once a day for food and water. It could run at an all out dead run for hours.

We rode hard in an effort to get to the campsite well before sun up. Much to Gilliam's dismay, I led the way. Even though none of the three moons was in the sky at the moment. I could see as if it were heavily overcast daylight. I could see a path in the long grass where others had passed before us. I have never been much of a tracker, but I had no doubt that the men who had tried to murder me and had taken my women had come this way. I would find them...and they would pay.

After several hours, we arrived at the lake. We were now only a few short leagues from the Tushük camp. From here, we would go on foot. We dismounted and silently crept along a wide well traveled path, more like a roadway, that went around the lake. In the last few hours of darkness before dawn, there was no traffic. Ahead of us beyond the lake, was a long low ridge. Through the darkness, I could see that there was a sentry posted where the road went over the top of the ridge. He would have to be eliminated before we could get into the camp.

I looked around trying to figure the best way to get to this man and take him out. Then, I smiled as an idea came to me. I slipped off the road and worked my way slowly behind him.

I slunk forward slowly toward him, katana drawn. My enhanced capabilities made me as silent as a ghost. I knew Gilliam and Kôjar were not happy. To them, I was taking an unnecessary risk. But, I felt that I needed to lead by example. How could I expect them to take risks if I did not? Before I could stand back and order others to do my bidding, I had to first, earn their respect.

Then, there I was. I could have almost reached out and touched him. The fellow was apparently not well acquainted with soap and water. I cleared my throat softly.

He spun around to face me, startled and reached down to drawn his sword as I slashed with my katana. I felt my blade cut into him. He froze. He look on his face went from surprise and anger to bewilderment. For just an instant, I worried that I might have missed. He began to open his mouth as if to say something. Then his eyes rolled back....followed by his head right off of his shoulders. It actually bounced on the ground and continued to roll down the side of the ridge. I reached out, grabbed the body, and eased it down. I was fortunate that none of the blood spraying out of his neck got on me.

I wiped his blood from my katana on his tunic and sheathed the blade. I looked to the north and could see the Tushük camp. It looked to be largely deserted.

Seq-qah crept up to my side. Thou art unhurt, Master?

I nodded, but thought or said nothing to her. It was time. With gestures, I got my men into a skirmishes formation. We were ready to move when I saw something that made my blood run cold.

In the camp, two burley men were dragging a naked Qoo-jan woman out of one of the tents. Her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles were bound. Her back was to me. The poor girl had no hair, as it had apparently been shaved off. She was taken to a stake surrounded by wood. They were going to burn her alive! I took off at a dead run.

Still, they were more than a league away. The fact that I could see them all clearly was amazing. The rest of my party was right behind me, but falling behind because of the incredible speed at which I ran.

The girl was tied to the stake by now. The two brutes were splashing some liquid over the entire area... it was, no doubt highly flammable. Other Tushüks began to gather around. I redoubled my effort and was running faster than I thought possible. Yet, I was sure I would not get there in time to save the girl from being burned.

Suddenly, blue-white flames engulfed the woman. She screamed. To burn that color, the fire had to be intensely hot. The woman screamed again. The fire did not just burn her. It was as if her flesh itself was feeding the flames. She screamed yet again...a long piteous scream that burned my own soul. The Tushüks who were still gathering around started pointing and laughing at their entertainment for the early pre-dawn morning.

For a brief moment, I was horrified. How could anyone take pleasure from watching another burn to death? These monsters did. I refused to think of them as people. Just as well. I thought. That will make killing them so much easier. No more time for thinking, I was there.

I leaped the final 50 feet through the air, landing on the burning platform. I ripped away the girls bonds, picked her up then leapt to the ground. Then I beat out the flames on her. I somehow was able to do all of this without burning myself...although how, I neither knew nor cared.

The Tushüks seemed momentarily unable to move. They were apparently shocked that anyone would have the audacity to interrupt their little 'show'. I drew my swords and waded into them. I slashed out at the two that had brought the girl out in the first place. In a second, they, like their companion on the ridge, fell headless to the dirt. I found myself surrounded by more the a dozen warriors who wanted nothing less than my death. Males and females, including a couple of Qoo-jan slaves of their own, attacked me.

A rather large, but attractive nude woman leaped at me sword held high. With my katana still in hand, I punched her in the throat with my fist. Between the power of my punch and her momentum, her neck broke with a surprisingly loud crack. She flopped to the ground, sputtered and then coughed out her last breath. "Bad waste of good pussy." I muttered crudely in English under my breath. Those remaining hesitated and then were overwhelmed by the rest of my party. In a very sort time, scores were killed...a dozen or so taken prisoner. We were fortunate that those remaining in the camp were not trained assassins. The battle did not last long. Afterward, I walked back to where the fire around the stake still burned. Seq-qah and the 'Z's,' Zog-gah, Zeq-qah and Zeq-qoh all acquitted themselves much better than I expected. They were slaves...but they were also good warriors.

In a very short time, we had defeated them, managing to take nearly a dozen prisoners. Major Kôjar had them on their knees a few feet away as I turned to Seq-qah, who tended to the burned girl.

The girl lay there. I thought her to be dead. No one could have possibly survived being burned that badly. I inwardly cursed my slowness.

Then the girl coughed and softly groaned. I spun and stared at her. How could she still live? My mind screamed at me. The outer layer of her skin was charred badly. Her legs were completely gone from just below the knees down. Another shock...she opened her mouth and in a rough, gravelly voice, she spoke. "Who is there...? I cannot bear this pain. P-Please end my suffering." That she was not lying their screaming in pain was a little disconcerting. That she was able to speak at all was stunning. The voice, though damaged by the fired still sounded a bit familiar.

Seq-qah knelt closer to her. "Here, I will give you something to ease your discomfort." She gently lifted the girl's head and poured a white liquid into her month from a black cup. The girl coughed and sputtered, but managed to swallow most of it. Whatever the liquid was, it started to work immediately though the girl was still in agony. She opened her eyes. The pupils were tiny pinpricks, the irises white. It was as if she were looking right at me. Seq-qah looked at her and then me. "She cannot see Master. She is blind." What came next stunned me to my core.




On Another World Ch. 04



The girl seemed to partially compose herself. "Who is there?" The girl asked again. "P-Please, whoever you are, g-g-get a message to my m-master, Lord Dee-Ess. M-M-My m-m-mistress, V-V-Verella is on her way to Zoqeland. S-She is to be m-m-made c-c-concubine to an evil man named Kahn. S-She will be dishonored. Someone, please help her."

I was frozen in disbelief. "Tiq-qah?" I blurted.

"M-Master?" She asked; her eyes turned toward me as she began reaching out in the direction of my voice.

I knelt by her side. "Tiq-qah..." She grasped my hand in both of hers. The pain that must have caused her had to be incredible. My voice seized up in my throat. I felt even more terrible about not getting to her sooner. Logically, I knew that I never had a chance to save her, but my heart was still broken. To see her charred body was almost more than I could bear. Why the Tushüks would do this to an innocent Qoo-jan slave girl was beyond my ability to comprehend. "I will save her." I knew that Tiq-qah would know I was speaking about Verella.

"F-Forgive me, M-M-Master. I have failed my mistress and thee." Tears ran down her charred cheeks. "Master, please tell my mistress how very sorry I am." She took a deep breath. "And Master?"

"Yes Tiq-qah?"

"P-P-Please, p-please...I b-b-beg thee...t-to t-t-take my life from me...Thou knowst that I c-cannot take it myself. Please Master, the p-pain i-i-is too great."

Indeed, this I did know. Suicide is an even far greater sin on Terrania than in any culture on Earth. "E-Even were I-I to l-l-live, I would be nothing, but a h-h-hideously scared, blind c-cripple. I would be u-u-unable to serve my mistress and thee, my Master. I did not wish to live such a life. Thee and I both know that I will most likely die anyway."

In my peripheral vision, I saw Seq-qah nodding in agreement. She speaks the truth, Master. Two days...perhaps three at the most. She thought to me. It was up to me to end her suffering. That was when I noticed that I felt nothing from either of them. Even without the bonding, I should have getting some of their emotional telepathy. I could see that Seq-qah was grimacing in pain and sweating profusely.

I was about to ask when she thought to me. I am blocking her emotions and pain from thee, my Lord. I glared at her and shook my head. She sighed audibly and nodded.

That's when it hit me. The pain and despair Tiq-qah felt took my breath away. I almost cried out in misery. "Is there anything else?" I asked her through gritted teeth. Tears began to run down my face. I swore to myself that Tiq-qah's murder would be avenged.

Her breathing was becoming labored. "I-I-I n-need to pray, M-M-Master. Pray to K-Kreigor for my s-s-soul and f-f-f-forgiveness. I-I-I beg thee, M-Master...do it before I f-f-f-fin-n-nissh." She wanted to die during her prayer...in one sense, it was logical to me. I waved all those around me away as Tiq-qah began her soft whispered prayer. I pulled the Colt from its holster. I brought it up under her chin. Then I bent close over her and spoke to her in Qoo-jan fashion. I spoke so softly, only she and I could hear. "Tiq-qah, may all thy sins be forgiven. May Kreigor bless thee and keep thee. I wish thee all the happiness thy heart can bear. Farewell, my Tiq-qah." I was not certain why I spoke to her in the way that I did, but she seemed to like it. I felt peace and happiness battle with her pain. I pulled the trigger. The .45 went off with a soft pop. Tiq-qah's body went rigid for about a second. The last thing I felt from her was gratitude. Then, she went limp as her last breath eased slowly out of her body. I felt nothing. She was gone. I wept silently. I was grateful that the bullet I fired had not exited out the top of her skull creating a mess...though it would have, had Tiq-qah been human.

After a short time, I sensed someone standing next to me. I looked up. Seq-qah put a hand on my shoulder. "I greave for thee, Master. Though I did not know her, I know that she loved thee. I felt it."

"Should we not bury her?" I asked.

Seq-qah shrugged. She said to me in a seemingly unemotional voice. "If you wish, my Lord. The one you knew as Tiq-qah is gone. She is in the hereafter with Kreigor now. That," She pointed at Tiq-qah's body. "...is nothing more than an empty husk.

I nodded. There were more important things to tend to now anyway. I went to the prisoners. Defeated as badly as they had been, they were a sorry looking lot.

I gave them a baleful glare. "Where is she?" I had no doubt that they knew who I was asking about.

One who had a great deal more courage than common sense stood. "We do not know who you are talking about. You shall pay for your insolence and disrespect to us." He said arrogantly.

That turned out to be a fatal error for him. My rage at Tiq-qah's death boiled over. I quickly stepped up to him and grasped his head in my hands. I pulled up and twisted violently intending to break his neck. However, I underestimated my strength again and ripped his head completely off his body. The body flopped on the ground as I tossed the head at the remaining prisoners. They recoiled in shock and surprise.

A petite woman stood and stripped off her garment and smiled at me, standing nude, excepting her dirty boots. She was more than a little attractive. I was beginning to think there were no ugly women on this world. With an inviting smile, she said. "For my life, my Lord. I will serve your pleasure."

At that time, her body odor hit me. To say it was awful would have been an understatement for the history books. The Tushüks, it seems, were apparently not big on bathing. The whole lot of them stunk to high heaven.

I was disgusted and mildly surprised at her offer. That a supposedly proud Tushük warrior would trade sex for special consideration like this was beyond anything I could have expected. Before I could even open my mouth respond, Seq-qah jumped forward and slapped the woman right off of her feet. "Be silent wench! Thou knowst not who thou speaks to."

The woman jumped to her feet and reached out to grab a handful of Seq-qah's hair. "How dare you strike me, slav..."

Almost faster then the eye can follow, Seq-qah, drew her kattari and cut off the woman's right arm just above the elbow.

The woman screamed looking at her severed arm lying on the ground. Blood sprayed on the ground. Then, she took another step toward Seq-qah. "Now, I shall kill you, bitch!"

Seq-qah struck with her kattari again. Everything went quiet for a moment. The woman stared in wide-eyed shock at Seq-qah. Blood suddenly coating the entire front of her naked body from a deep cut running across her throat. She fell backward onto the ground...her feet and remaining hand drumming on it as she tried, unsuccessfully to draw her last breath of air. There was only a gurgling sound as blood flowed into her lungs. She coughed a few times, and then went still.

Seq-qah looked at me contritely. I beg thy forgiveness, Master. I feared for thy life. She bent over the body pulled a small sharp dagger from the woman's boot and showed it to me. Though, I cannot prove it, I know she meant to kill thee. Her thoughts filled my mind.

Then, one of the Tushük's Qoo-jan slave girls jumped to her feet, quickly approached me and fell fearfully to her knees. "M-My Lord, I shall answer any of thy q-q-questions. I-I-In turn, this one asks only that she be allowed to die q-q-q-quickly." Seq-qah would have killed her had I not stopped her.

I looked at her is if considering her request. I would not let her know that I had no intention of killing her. "Your name?" I asked.

The irises of her eyes were white as snow. "This slave is called A-Ayl-lah.... S-S-Slave to the one thy physician just k-k-killed. Her n-n-name is...was T-Ti-Ti-Tika." The girl was very obviously terrified, but seemingly resigned to her fate.

Oh, shit! I thought. Since Seq-qah had killed her mistress, by Terranian law, I now had a choice to make. Either kill her or make her my own slave. I had read during my research that if I or any slave I owned killed a slave owner, the responsibility for that slave fell on me. Since Seq-qah believed she was acting to protect me from a potential threat, there could be no repercussions against her.

I didn't want to kill her nor did I want another slave. I had learned that it was common for a man of high cast, to have half a dozen personal slaves or more. But, I did not need or want anywhere near that many. I did not really see the need for more than one...and that would be more of an assistant, than a slave. That I had two who were ready to cater to my every need was far beyond any desire I might have had in previous life on Earth. I was, to some extent getting used to owning slaves...though I was still not real happy about it.

"When did they leave with her?" I asked Ayl-lah. I made a decision and continued, saying. "Fear not girl. If you answer me truthfully, you will live."

She looked at me disbelievingly. "S-Sun-up yesterday, my Lord." Her fear was beginning to ebb. Obviously, the idea of living appealed to her. She hesitated a moment before saying. "The others were taken two days before that, my Lord...They...Qaj-jah and Qij-jah are thine, my Lord?" I noticed that unlike nearly all of the Qoo-jan women I'd met, this one was not dressed in any way provocatively. She was wearing what looked like a cloth sack with holes cut for her head and arms.

"They are...." I answered bitterly.

Ayl-lah smiled shyly at me. "Ah, Ayl-lah envies them both. Worry not, my Lord. They shall remain true to thee." She looked at me, her fear nearly gone. Her eyes returning to their natural black/gold coloring. She went on. "Is it true...what they said? Art thou The One?"

I mentally groaned. I was very quickly tiring of this. Actually, I was already well past tired of it. I glanced at her. "I am he."

She looked at me with wonder in her black/gold eyes. Then from her kneeling position, she bowed her head to the ground. She then looked back up at me and whispered softly. "I thank thee for mine life. It will be an honor to serve thee...Master."

I nodded, not saying anything. I was about to speak, when a commotion rose outside the camp in the direction we had entered. There was a large group of men, most mounted on kyliah. The men were all dressed in chain mail with black tunics.

Gilliam stepped up to me and said. "The Home Battalion. I ordered them to follow us, and then join us at this camp."

A tall slender man dismounted, and approached me. His tunic had three gold stripes around the collar. He was a colonel in the army that I lead. He saluted me and said. "M'lord! Colonel Rango, of the Home Battalion, reports."

This, to me was not what I had in mind. My party had gone from twenty-five to over a thousand without my being consulted. The war had been in a lull for several cycles. This would restart the war in earnest if I pursued the Tushüks, who were clearly to me, secretly allied with Kahn. Yet, I could not, not go after them. I had hoped to proceed with the smaller party. Apparently, that was not to be.

Gilliam suggested that we camp for the day and pursue the kidnappers at first light the next day. Colonel Rango sent out small scouting parties. Five to be exact...one due west in the direction I was sure that Verella had been taken. The other four went to the WNW, WSW, NW and SW in order to cover any minor change in direction they might have taken. The Silent Service had determined that they would be moving in a general westerly direction.

I summoned Major Kôjar and asked him to see to the retrieval of our kyliah. Kyliah is the same, whether singular or plural. It seemed at times that there were as many exceptions to the rules in Terranian as there was in English...maybe more.

"At once, M'lord." Kôjar said, saluted smartly and left.

I walked back to where Tiq-qah's body lay. I picked it up and tossed it onto the still burning platform that supported the stake she had been tied to. Despite what Seq-qah had told me, I would not risk these people desecrating her remains...if I allowed any of them to live.

"Colonel Rango...." I spoke loudly.

He was at my side in an instant. "Sir!"

I want you to have two of your least experienced men take this Qoo-jan back to my quarters in Tertapolis. I pointed out Ayl-lah. "She is to remain there until I return. Have your men turn her over to my household staff."

Ayl-lah spoke. "Master, this one would prefer to remain with thee."

"Now is not the time to argue with me, Ayl-lah." I told her. I pointed to the body burning not too far away. "Tiq-qah was mine too. Now, she is dead. Dead! She was terribly tortured and murdered just to entertain these...people." I pointed at the Tushük prisoners.

She looked at me sadly. "This one understands, Master. This one shall obey thee."

"Why are you referring to yourself in third person? Try this...say 'I understand. I will obey.'"

Ayl-lah looked up at me horrified. "Nay, Master. This one cannot. It is forbidden."

"You are no longer a slave of the Tushüks. You will do as I say!" I said angrily.

"Yes, Master...I-I understand." She said contritely. "If Master would allow it...I would prefer to remain with thee, Master."

I shook my head. This girl was a bit on the stubborn side. "You will go to Tertapolis and assist my household staff."

"Yes, Master."

She turned and left with two soldiers that had just arrived. While she was unwashed like all of the Tushüks, she didn't reek as badly. She had at least been keeping up with her personal hygiene a great deal more than the others had. Living with them must have been an ordeal for her. I figured that given the choice of killing her or keeping her, I'd opt for keeping her. She might make a good domestic servant.

I turned to Colonel Rango and said. "See to the prisoners. Do with them as you see fit."

"Yes, M'lord." He said and walked quickly away.

The men...and women of the Home Battalion began quickly and efficiently setting up camp. There were a few female warriors in my army, albeit not many.

A while later, one of Kôjar's men returned with our kyliah. We would depart to pursue the remaining Tushüks taking Verella to Zoqeland at first light. I cared a lot for her. I doubted that I loved Verella, as I hardly knew her. I was doing this for her uncle as much as for myself. Also, I was quite sure that she had been taken as an insult to me and perhaps to harm my status on Terrania.

I went to my tent. The tent was much larger than I expected. It was about 20 feet square and was more like a pavilion. In one corner was a bathing area, including a large tub of hot water to soak in, although where the hot water came from, I had no idea...nor was I likely to complain.

Seq-qah, Zeq-qah and Zog-gah, all nude, awaited me there. Then they approached me and within seconds, it seemed, had me naked as well. They guided me to the bathing area and bathed me quickly and thoroughly. Seq-qah shaved me and afterward helped me to dress in one of my gi's.

A short time later, I was relaxing in a very large cushioned chair, sipping a tea made from a flower indigenous to Terrania. Seq-qah was snuggled next to me also had some of the tea. As was typical for Qoo-jan women, she wore as little as possible. Tonight she had on lingerie that could be described as a poncho...though it was sheer and diaphanous. And very see-through.

Master? Her thoughts were again seeping into my mind.

Is there something you want Seq-qah? I asked her with my own thoughts.

I could feel that she was more than a little aroused. Might we be sharing the pleasures this night, Master?

I chuckled softly to myself. Being an older woman, by Qoo-jan standards, she had practically given up on ever having sex again. That was, of course until I came into her life. She appeared to be in her mid-30's by my old reckoning. By Terranian reckoning, she was over 300. Well past her supposed sexual prime.

Dost thou choose not to answer, Master? Or shall we not share the pleasures this night?

Patience, girl. I teled her. Tel was the word I had decided to use for our telepathic communication.

Then it hit me! She had not heard my other thoughts. Apparently, she could hear my thought only if I wanted to. I would have to direct my thoughts directly at her for her to hear them. I wondered if it was the same with her...then decided that I didn't care. She did, I felt deserve some measure of privacy.

I desire thee, Master. But do not wish to offend or take liberties with thee that are unwanted. She teled me.

I tore away her thin, diaphanous lingerie and kissed her roughly. Then I put my hand over her mound. I eased the kiss a little and gently slide my tongue into her mouth a bit. At the same, I carefully inserted a finger into the moist folds of her wetness...then another.

Her reaction, while expected came much more intense than I thought it might. Her hips bucked involuntarily against my hand. "Ohhh, Master" She whispered softly into my ear. Her thoughts then entered my mind. Oh, Kreigor...I thank thee.

Then a really peculiar thought entered my mind. I started to wonder if Qoo-jan females had a g-spot like the women I had known on Earth. I deepened my kiss and began probing inside, in an effort to find out. To many, this might have seemed a little silly, but if it gave Seq-qah pleasure...why not? Then I found it.

It was very nearly in the same location as human women, though closer to the entrance. Seq-qah sucked in a deep breath and stiffened. "Oh!" She cried out loudly. She started to tremble from the waist down. "M-M-Master...M-M-Master, I am c-c-coming! She stiffened completely, as if every muscle in her body turned to iron. Her cum flowed out of her...and she screamed through gritted teeth.

Then she went limp, but only for a moment. Seq-qah then held me tightly. Master...I love thee, Master. She kissed me roughly. "Take me, Master." She pleaded. "Use your slave as she is meant to be used." All this time, she was tugging at my clothing in a very serious effort to get me out of them.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed, managing to lose my clothing along the way. I laid her down with care, and then positioned myself above her, my hard shaft scant millimeters from her moist opening. Within my mind, I asked her. What is it you want, Seq-qah?

She hooked her heels behind my thighs and attempted to pull me closer...to get my cock inside of her. Master! Her mind nearly screamed at me. She reached down and began to fondle my cock. Master...please do not tease. I need this. She very lightly tugged my manhood.

Then, I plunged into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and met my thrust. "I cannot find the words to tell thee how much I love thee."

We made love until well past midnight. It was the most fulfilling sexual experience of my lives...both of them. Afterward, Seq-qah curled up close to me, repeatedly speaking of her love for me.

It had not yet ceased to amaze me how she seemed to be so sure of her feelings so quickly. I could not help but wonder if that was contagious. I had very strong feelings for her as well. Far beyond even, what I what I had come to feel for Qaj-jah and Qij-jah, which mystified me. This had something to do with the bonding process, I was sure. I wondered if the Olygard had anything to do with this.

I fell asleep thanking the powers that be for Seq-qah...and the 'Q-girls'. I was in my mind, lucky to be healthy, young enough to fight again and to have this mission. Although it was risky, it gave me a sense of purpose.

The following morning, the blue-white sun rose in the eastern sky. There were no clouds at all and it was shaping up to be a beautiful morning. It was early springtime in Terrania.




On Another World Ch. 04



Seq-qah bathed and shaved me, then helped me dress in what I came to think of as my combat uniform. I stepped out of my oversize tent to see all of the soldiers under my command breaking camp and packing the wagons and the pack animals.

I had no sooner stepped out of my tent than six men started taking it down and packing away the furniture. I went over to the mess tent, which was still up but had had its sides removed. I sat down to some eggs and toast with coffee.

I was just finishing my breakfast, when a large group of what had to be the toughest men I had ever seen, either here or on Earth, approached me. Their leader walked with a pronounced limp. He was heavily scarred and was not one I would have wanted to tangle with.

He stopped before me and saluted. "I am Captain Kraygar." Then he gestured behind himself and continued. "And these...are the hundred you asked for. In my own opinion, they are the best warriors on Terrania"

The timing was a little awkward; nonetheless, I was happy to see them.

I gestured to Kraygar to sit down. He hesitated. I could only assume that he was not quite used to my casual, relaxed leadership style. "First Captain, I may be your commanding general, but I'm just a man...I'm not omnipotent. In the future, I will be giving you orders and I expect those orders to be obeyed. I will not ask you to do anything unreasonable or anything that I, myself would not do. But...do not make me into something I'm not."

"But M'lord, are you not The One?"

I sighed deeply. "I do not wish to hear about that again. Treat me as your superior officer, nothing more. I have been sent to complete a very important mission. I cannot do it on my own. I have experience in many areas. But, I am not perfect. I cannot do it all. This brings me to why you and the others were summoned."

"M'lord?" He asked, genuinely interested as he finally sat down.

"Long ago in a far away place, I was part of a very elite fighting force unlike anything you can imagine. I intend to recreate that here, starting with you."

The captain asked. "With only these hundred men M'lord?"

"Just to start. I with your assistance will train these hundred, and then they will start training others."

That was when the proverbial light bulb snapped on. He smiled broadly and asked. "How many total will you be wanting, M'lord?"

"Initially, about 1,000. Maybe more later." I saw confusion on his face and continued. "Not to worry...it'll make more sense when I explain everything in detail. I shall meet with you all this evening and the end of the day's march."

With that conversation done, Seq-qah and I walked to our kyliah, mounted up and made ready to begin out journey in earnest.

To be continued....



On Another World Ch. 05



First, allow me to apologize for taking entirely too long to write your fifth installment of "On Another World." I have frequent and often long bouts with writer's block. I will, however continue even if it is too slow for my readers. I enjoy writing far too much to ever consider quitting.

I want to thank all of you, the readers for your comments and scores on what I have written thus far. The popularity of this story has far exceeded my best expectations. For a while, I was afraid of getting a case of the 'big head', but this has actually turned out to be quite humbling for me. Again, I thank you all.

Again here, I started to tone down some on the sex (in detail) in this chapter. But had a slight change of heart. There still won't be as much, but bear with me...my mind's been in the proverbial gutter far too long for that to last very long.

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It was about a half hour after sunrise. The bright blue-white sun was actually Sirius...the brightest star in the night skies of my home world, Earth. And now I lived on fourth body orbiting that distant star...the fifth if one counted the white dwarf star that also circled Sirius. I myself did not. I thought of it as a bi-nary system, as would most others.

I looked around from the top of the kyliah I was seated on. It shifted nervously on its large clawed feet. Though I was still a little angry with Gilliam, I could not attack him on his caution. Even if I knew he was wrong. Bringing along the Home Battalion would end up making task of retrieving Verella and the 'Q-girls' much more problematic...I knew it! With Seq-qah riding at my side, I took my place at the front of a column of more than 1,100 warriors. Many of which were infantry, which meant slow going.

With nothing more than a nod from Colonel Rango, the column started forward. I, with Seq-qah and Gilliam rode at the front.

The day was as perfect as any I had ever seen. There was not a cloud to be seen anywhere. I figured we were fortunate, as the atmosphere was such that very few of this sun's ultra-violet rays made it to the surface of this world. The day was bright, but not so bright that it was blinding. The day was already warm, but was not expected to become hot as the day worn on. It was spring on this part of Terrania. The local climate was to a certain extent very similar to southern California, where I lived before coming here.

The local flora and fauna was very much like that found on Earth. Though the birds were all much more brightly colored than I remembered before in my previous life. Unlike the birds of Earth, even the females showed color. And even the winged, flying reptiles displayed bright colors. The air was clean and sweet. On a world with a medieval culture, four times the size of Earth with only about one quarter the population, pollution was practically non-existent.

Master? Seq-qah's voice said inside my head as we rode. It is not like the world thou camest from? I could feel curiosity emanating from her mind.

It is...but it isn't at the same time. I teled her. Over the next few hours, I told her about the differences between Earth and Terrania. Seq-qah was not quite sure she could believe me at first. To her, it all seemed too fantastic to be real. Most especially when I told her the Earth was much smaller and was approaching 7 billion in population. I also gave her the same abbreviated history of myself that I had given the 'Q-girls'.

Master? Would I be correct in guessing that I should never tell anyone of thy true beginnings...thy origin? Her voice whispered inside my head.

The fewer that know, the better.

Yes, Master. It shall be as thou wishes. She smiled sweetly at me.

The sun was getting near the western horizon as Seq-qah and I continued to talk. As was her way, she began to hint at sharing the pleasures, as she put it, later that evening. "Master, thou knowest that I truly desire thee, dost thou not...?"

Further conversation would have to wait. A scout approached the line from ahead. He saluted me in the Terranian fashion and spoke.

"M'lord, they are well ahead of us...." He hesitated. "Something about this is not as it should be. I have concerns."

"Explain!" I spoke sharply, but not unkindly.

"By their trail, they are not moving as quickly as they ought to be. And...they're making no effort to conceal their tracks...no effort at all."

I nodded. "They know they're being trailed and want to be followed." It was not a question. This was not a good development in my plan to retrieve my women. The Tushük people, besides being nomadic, were a very secretive group. They would normally always conceal their comings and goings anywhere...even on well-traveled roads.

"It would appear that way, M'lord."

Again, I nodded. "What do you think should be done?"

"M'lord?" He was more than a little surprised that I had asked for an opinion from him. He paused a moment, thinking before he spoke and then said. "We could overtake and defeat them easily, but if we did, they would very likely kill your first wife." I was confronted with yet another enigma of Terranian culture. Verella was not yet my actual wife...and even if she were to be my only wife, she would henceforth always be referred to as my first wife, even to her grave and beyond.

I thought that through for a few minutes. "Send one man ahead. Establish visual contact...have him keep his distance and first confirm that they have her. Be sure to assign a man who can do this without being seen, himself. Dismissed."

"At once, M'lord!" The scout said. He turned on his kyliah and rode swiftly away to rejoin his scouting unit.

I turned to Gilliam. "We shall camp here, M'lord. I want a staff meeting immediately after the evening meal." Though he was junior to me in the big scheme of things, I thought it best to still show a measure of respect to him.

Gilliam gave a slight bow from his saddle. "Yes, M'lord."

Again, I was impressed by the effectiveness of the men. My tent was erected in a matter of minutes. I had been camping before in my previous life, but could never set up a campsite nearly as quickly or with as much efficiency as they could.

Seq-qah stood next to me as I watched. Master? What troubles thee? She had taken to using telepathic communication almost exclusively with me. Again, she was asking that question. Part of it was genuine concern...the rest? Her question could also be translated, as I'm horny, take me, Master! Strong sexual desire was emanating from her mind. It was as if she could never get enough. Not that I minded...but getting the rest of my women back dominated my thinking.

The Tushüks want me to follow them. I repeated my earlier thought. That can't be good. I looked her, the beginning of an idea forming in my head. I knew before we left the city that too big of a party would not be a good idea. My plan was rapidly falling into place. A much smaller party of a dozen...less would be even better; traveling incognito was the way to go. Gilliam was certainly not going to like it. I didn't feel quite right pulling rank on him, but that was just too damned bad. I was simply not going to risk Verella's life unnecessarily.

Seq-qah looked at me questioningly. Master, art thou thinking the same thing I am? She had a sly, almost mischievous look on her face. We probably were thinking the same thing. In the back of my mind, I was already working out the details and cover.

Thou knowest that I wilt support thee, no matter what. Dost thou not? She asked me. As I vowed when we were bound, all that I am is thine until life leaves this body. And then she said to me normally. "I love thee, Master."

She did really love me...I felt her emotions too strongly to doubt that. "I care very much for you too." I thought I saw a feint hint of disappointment cross her feathers. I also saw that no one was near and continued. "Seq-qah, you know that I'm not of this world. I cannot love as deeply as you can in so little time. Perhaps in time...."

"Do not concern thyself with mine feelings, Master. Thou wilt come to learn that we Qoo-jan are nothing, if not patient. Thou shalt come love me in thine own good time." She said to me as if it was fact carved in stone.

"You seem awfully sure, Seq-qah."

She smiled shyly at me. Remember Master, thou art not of this world...patience.

At that moment, Zeq-qoh approached us. He bowed his head slightly. "My Lord, The evening meal has been prepared. If thou and Seq-qah would accompany me." He led us back to a small group of tables set up next to my tent. We stopped at a small one set for just two; he bowed his head again and went to another set up near by. Seq-qah and I sat down to our meal. It was a typical meat and potatoes kind of meal, with an odd-looking vegetable that was yellow...but it damned sure wasn't corn or anything I had eaten before. The potatoes were almost exactly, what I had been familiar with. The meat was called jin-sung and came from a creature that resembled a cross between a bison and a rhinoceros, which spend most of its life living in rivers, much like the hippos of Earth. It tasted something like pork yet had a very stringy texture...and had a pleasant taste.

Master? Is the food on your world terribly different than is here? She teled me. It was easier communicating this way than trying to talk with one's month full.

Well, it doesn't taste like chicken.

Chicken, Master? She asked.

Instead of trying to describe the small flightless bird of Earth. I formed an image of one in my mind and sent it telepathically.

She giggled. There is a creature much like it, native to Qoo-jah. But it is reptilian...and it can fly. It is called a qo-chahk. Wouldst thou like some of that? She spoke softly to a young Qoo-jan woman near our table, who rushed away. I was about to complain to her when I decided I actually did want to try it.

A short time later, a platter of qo-chahk appeared on my table. It looked very much like fried chicken one might see at a KFC. The girl curtsied and smiled shyly at me. I smiled back and she scurried away blushing brightly. It is rather difficult to tell when a Qoo-jan is blushing due to the inky black of their skin, other than the fact that a blushing Qoo-jan's skin becomes quite shiny. Particularly around their cheeks. And there is a very slight glow as from a black light.

I picked up a piece of the meat and sampled it. To my surprise, it tasted exactly like chicken.

With a silly grin on my face, I looked at Seq-qah. Now this is chicken! I said chuckling.

Seq-qah laughed merrily inside my head. Oh, Master! I do love thee so. Once again, I could feel her desire. The woman was very clearly insatiable.

Be patient, Seq-qah. I admonished her.

Yes, Master. She answered contritely.

After we finished eating, Seq-qah and I went into a large tent set up not too far from my own. It had been made up into a traveling war room of sorts. Gilliam, Colonel Rango and Major Kôjar awaited me inside. I could tell by the looks of resignation on their faces, they suspected what I had in mind.

I nodded to them. "M'lord Gilliam...Colonel, Major. I have come to a decision." They all three looked at me seeming to know what I was going to say and not liking it. "I am striking out on my own. I will take a small party of no more than a dozen and travel incognito.

"A dozen?" Major Kôjar asked incredulously.

I nodded. "Fewer if I can."

Kôjar look at me as if I had lost my mine. He started to speak, but I cut him short.

"You and the four that survived the assassination attempt will be a part of the party." I continued. "I intend to go disguised as a traveling merchant. You and the others will act as my servants. Seq-qah and the ones I call the 'Z's' will be my slaves. That makes ten and I see no need for any more."

"My Lord?" Zeq-qoh, who was standing off to the side interjected.

"Might I offer a suggestion?"

I had been a fair and open-minded leader when I was in Force Recon. I nodded to him. "Go ahead, what's on your mind."

"Add a couple more Qoo-jan females to the group and change thy cover to that of a slaver." He said mater-of-factly. "It would be much easier to do...and more believable to thine enemies."

I thought about what Zeq-qoh had said and it made a great deal of sense. As a slaver, I could go almost anywhere. As a matter of fact, it was a far better cover than I had come up with. Like the girls, he was intensely loyal to me.

Slavers were highly respected on Terrania. During my research in the city, I learned that the highest or top casts on this world included Warriors, Mages, Politicians, and Slavers. There were others, but those four were the most common. An average slaver would usually have about half a dozen slaves 'in stock' at any one time. Having a male slave would be an extra-added bonus. "See to it immediately, Zeq-qoh."

He turned and left without another word. I looked a Gilliam. "I will need two wagons...one slaver and one light cargo, with all the necessary supplies for at least two cyclos." I turned to Kôjar. Have one of your men come to my tent at the eighteenth hour to collect the belongings I intend to take."

"Yes, M'lord. It shall as you say." The major said.

"Let us all make ready." I said loudly without shouting and left the tent with Seq-qah right behind me. Outside, she turned away. She told me that she had to go to the supply tent to get the clothing for her and me that we would need to pass as slavers. I started to ask her about the others and then remembered that nearly all slavers kept their slaves naked at all times. Except in extremely cold weather.

I entered my tent and sat on a wide chair the resembled a love seat. Zeq-qah approached me with a tray, which held a cup of coffee. "Wouldst my Lord, care to bathe, after thine coffee?" She wore nothing.

"Why not?" I said nodding. Then, taking the coffee from the tray, I took a long look at her for the first time. She was noticeably taller and thinner than Seq-qah, with much larger breasts. Like all other Qoo-jans I had seen, she was an extremely lovely woman. Also like the women of her race, she had very little pubic hair. Just a sparse tuft of very fine fur. I looked back up at her breasts. By Qoo-jan norms, they were huge! She probably hated them. Men on Terrania do not have the same fascination for large breasts as the Earth men seem to have. Behind her, I could see Zog-gah already in the tub. The look on her face and the rapid movements of her left hand left no doubt, as to what she was doing.

While lesbianism had never been discouraged and it is even very quietly accepted, masturbation was openly encouraged for all women on Terrania. This once again was due to the huge disparity between the number of males and females here.

I stood and took a sip of the hot coffee. It was black; the same way I had always drank it, excepting the first cup of each day. I walked over to the bathing area, sipping my coffee and watching Zog-gah. Call me a pervert if you will, but it was something I enjoyed, even when I was still fully human on Earth. The sight of a woman pleasuring herself always stirred something in me.

She saw me watching her and her breathing quickened to a pant. There could be no doubt that she had a little exhibitionist in her. Her eyes were a bright shinny gold by the time I reached the edge of the tub.

Zeq-qah took my coffee for a moment and helped me to undress for my bath. Zog-gah continued as before and stared longingly at my semi-erect shaft. It seemed as if only a moment had passed, when I stood naked at the tub's edge. Zeq-qah moved close to my right side. I could feel her sparse pubic hair brushing against my thigh. She grabbed my member, which sprang to rigid attention and began stroking it. "My Lord...." She whispered in my ear.

Zog-gah bared her teeth...her fangs were clearly visible. Her breathing had become a mixture of hisses and pants. She was up on her toes in the tub to keep her hips and pleasure tunnel out of the water. Her back was arched and she held on to the far side of the tub with her right hand to keep her balance. She was well within reach. As usual with Qoo-jan women, I could feel their lust building. Zog-gah was not far from coming. I reached out with my left hand and cupped her right breast.

"By Kreigor's love...." She whispered almost inaudibly. Her eyes went to mine. I then gently pinched her nipple. She hissed savagely at me. Some folks might be frightened by this, or maybe even offended. I knew better. In Qoo-jan women, the hiss can be a sign of extreme sexual arousal...as it was ion this case. Translated into human-ese, it would be the same as...Take me! Oh, please, fuck me! I could feel that her release was not long in coming.

To my right, Zeq-qah was kissing my shoulder and rubbing her mound on my thigh. She clung to me using her left hand, and with her right, continued to stroke my throbbing member. I grasped her left buttock with my right hand and pulled her against me more snugly.

I slowly, teasingly slid my left hand down Zog-gah's body. She was pounding her fingers into herself so hard and fast that I knew it must have hurt. Then, she placed one foot and then the other on the near edge of the tub, arching her body completely free of the water.

My hand moved downward past her hip, her deep ebony skin contrasting nicely with my own lightly tanned hand as it came close to her nether region. Her clitoris was slightly larger than most, protruding nearly three-quarters of an inch from its hood. I grazed it with my thumb and her hips jerked up, nearly causing her to fall back into the water. I leaned forward a little and pinched her clit...hard.

Zog-gah gave out what sounded like a soft strangled yelp, her hips jerked spasmodically and she collapsed into the tub. She was totally submerged in the water for a moment. And then, she stood.

She was as an erotic sight as I had seen since arriving on Terrania. Her wet body shimmered in the light of the candles and lanterns around the tent. Her skin looked a deeper black, her hair a brighter white. With her wet hair plastered against her head and body, her pointed ears were more prominent. She knelt before me, gently brushed Zeq-qah's hand aside and took my cock into her mouth. To use blunt language, it was the most tender, loving blowjob I ever remembered getting.

Zeq-qah turned my head, went up onto her toes and kissed me hungrily. She put both of her arms around my neck and started to grind her pussy against me.

At that moment, Seq-qah walked in carrying a large bundle. She stopped, looked at me and then went about her business. I heard her chuckling inside my head. Master, it is about time thou made good use of them. They were beginning to think thou didst not like them.

Now, how silly is that? I replied.

Zog-gah continued sucking my cock. Zeq-qah climbed into the tub and knelt next to her.

They are yours as much as I am, Master. Though they are not bound to you as I am.

I thought they were my personal bodyguards.

They are that, Master and so much more.

Monogamy, as I knew it on Earth seemed not to exist here. Not that I was complaining...much. I looked down to see Zog-gah and Zeq-qah passing my dick back and forth, sharing it. Then gently pulling and tugging, they got me into the tub with them where the resumed their previous task. While one sucked on me, the other would lick my sack and caress my thighs. I looked up to see that Seq-qah had shed her clothing as was joining us in the bath. She came up behind me and hugged me tightly so as to not disturb the others.




On Another World Ch. 05



Master?

Yes?

Thou art not yet truly comfortable with this?

I thought a bit before answering. No, not completely. As you are no doubt tired of hearing by now, my customs are not the same as yours. I will most likely need a little more time to adjust.

Do not concern thyself, Master. Thou shalt come to love it here. I have little doubt of that.

I smiled and kissed her lightly. I believe you Seq-qah. I stopped. I had almost thought I believe you, my love to her. I looked into her eyes. I looked down at Zeq-qah and Zog-gah and then back at Seq-qah. I wanted to be alone with her.

As if reading my mind, she slowly shook her head. No...please, Master. Please, do not send them away. 'Twould be too cruel. Like me, they live to serve thee...in every way. Please, let them stay with us this night. I will beg thee if needed. 

I very reluctantly relented. The four of us moved from the tub to the bed and spent most of the next hour attempting to screw one another's brains out.

Afterward, we lay in a tangle of bodies, arms and legs, Seq-qah snuggled up closer. I thank thee, Master. For them as well as myself. They will serve thee faithfully now.

Let's you and I be honest now. They would serve me faithfully even if I hadn't screwed them tonight, wouldn't they?

Yes, Master. But they will do so happily now.

I looked down and saw that Zeq-qah and Zog-gah smiling contentedly as they slept. Seq-qah went on. Even when Qaj-jah and Qij-jah are returned, they will now desire to remain with thee.

I kissed Seq-qah, woke the others and climbed out of bed. "Come girls, we have much to do.

I started to get dressed, but the girls would have none of that. They insisted on dressing me themselves. I allowed them to do so, since it was the custom. I could not help but see that Zeq-qah and Zog-gah were noticeably happier this now.

They started with the typical undergarments. To that, they added a different type of mail. It was thinner, lighter and this one was sleeveless. Plain purple trousers and a purple tunic trimmed heavily in gold.

Next, Seq-qah come to me with a bowl filled with a bluish-green paste and began to rub some of it onto my face. This will make thee appear to be older, Master. It will wear off in a cyclo...maybe a little more. And, I will need to put a little of this in your hair as well. She proceeded to do just that and then cleaned all of it away. Afterward, she led me to a nearby mirror.

What I saw both shocked and pleased me. I was looking the reflection of a man who appeared to be in his sixties. This is an excellent disguise, Seq-qah. Hell, I hardly recognize myself.

Yes, Master. She smiled demurely.

I grabbed what appeared to be a duffle bag from the small stack of things that Seq-qah had brought to the tent. I went to the box the Olygard sent me and started to put ammunition into the bag. While doing this, I noticed a small leather-like bundle tucked in next to the boxes of .45 caliber bullets. I knew even before I picked it up, what it w as. A cleaning kit for the Colt.

I immediately began berating myself. I had the gun for a few days now and had yet to clean it even once. When I was in the field with the Marines that would never happen. Then, I would clean it daily...and oil it, whether I had fired it or not. As I took out the last box, I noticed a very small depression in the bottom of the box. In the depression was a tiny blue button. Without even thinking, I foolishly pressed the button. There was a quick flash of light as from a camera flash. Then, I looked and found another box, identical to the one I just emptied. There was even another smaller box that upon inspection contained a Colt .45 just like the one in my shoulder holster. I knew immediately what to do with the additional gun.

"Seq-qah, Zeq-qah, Zog-gah; come with me." I grabbed the new gun, its silencer an a couple boxes of ammo. I left the tent and walked straight over to the mess area. I pointed to a large box of a melon type fruit. They were almost perfectly spherical and the size of an average adult's head. Unlike the melons of Earth, these were bright day-glow yellow on the inside with red seeds. "Grab as many as you can carry." I told the girls. That's when I noticed that they followed me without getting dressed. As I had surmised earlier, public nudity was acceptable here. One day, I would get used to this. But, for now, I would simply have to enjoy the proverbial scenery. The girls managed to pick up and carry five of the melons each. We all trooped to the eastern edge of our camp, farthest away from the direction our party was traveling.

Once there, I had the girls line the melons up on a thick log that rested about twenty paces away. When they returned, I gave them, what was basically the same lecture on firearms that I receive in Marine Corps boot camp more years ago than I cared to remember. I finished with a loud, "Do you understand, ladies?" I silently chuckled to myself. I remembered the drill instructor calling us ladies until we graduated boot camp.

"Yes, my Lord." Zeq-qah and Zog-gah said.

Yes, Master," Said Seq-qah.

I sent Zeq-qah and Zog-gah to tell the sentries to expect loud unfamiliar noises and not to be concerned. When they returned, I recommenced the lesson.

After explaining the sites and the site picture to Seq-qah, I handed the Colt to her. I taught the standard two-handed grip and put my hands over hers. "It will seem to try to jump out of your hands. Hold it firmly, but not too tight.

She nodded. Yes, Master.

She squeezed to trigger as if she'd been shooting for years.

CRACK!

The .45 went off loudly. The slug hit the log less than two inches below the first melon on the left. The report of that first shot scared the bejesus out of Zeq-qah and Zog-gah. Seq-qah was only slightly less frightened, even though she'd heard this sound once before. I gently pried the gun from her fingers. "Now, watch me closely."

She nodded, but said nothing. I held it firmly, sited in on the first melon and squeezed the trigger.

CRACK!

The melon exploded. Its bright yellow center splashed over most of the area.

The girls were all stunned even though Seq-qah had already seen what the weapon could do before we left the city. She recovered before the others, which did not surprise me. She reached out for the Colt. Let me try again, Master.

She took the gun from me, aimed at the second melon and squeezed off a round.

CRACK!

The second melon blew apart. Seq-qah smiled at me proudly. I did it, Master. I did it!

I was very impressed. I could not ever recall ever seeing anyone learn to shoot a handgun as fast as she had. I took the gun, screwed on the silencer, handed it back to her, and held up three fingers.

Without hesitation, she turned and destroyed three more melons with four shots, having missed the first shot. She missed her first due to being a little too much of a hurry. Seq-qah was still rather pleased with her accomplishment.

I was more than a little pleased. She was a natural with a handgun. I repeated the process with Zeq-qah and Zog-gah with only marginally diminished results. Eventually, all three would become excellent shots. After going through the two boxes of ammunition, he headed back to the tent. Upon getting there, I taught the girls how to field strip and clean the Colt. I cleaned my own as well...finally.

We had just finished when Gilliam came in, carrying a rolled up map. With Zeq-qah's help, he unrolled it and pined it to the wall of the tent. The map showed the southern part of the Terranian continent, the Great Strand and eastern Mitgartten. "According to the Silent Service, their destination is here." He said pointing to the small coastal city of Eetnas on the map. The city looked to be a few leagues north of where the Terranian continent narrowed to meet the Great Strand. Gilliam continued. "They'll have to go by sea from there. The strand is too heavily patrolled for them to go that way. I recommend you go here." He pointed to another city on the south coast of the Great Strand. The city was named Edisekal. "We're trying to make arrangements for a ship to take you to Mitgartten."

I nodded and said. "That should work out nicely for us. We will leave here at midnight."

Gilliam still did not like this new plan, but said nothing. "If that will be all, M'lord?"

"That's it."

He took the map down, rolled it up, handed it to me and departed. I resumed packing.

Some time later, Zeq-qoh entered my tent with three Qoo-jan women following him. "My Lord...the volunteers." He stepped to the side and they lined up before me. They were all three nude as that is how they would be riding in the slave wagon. As with all Qoo-jan women I had met to this point, they were all lovely beyond compare. Each, in her own way more beautiful than the others. And they were.... That's when I recognized one of them.

"Ayl-lah?"

Ayl-lah dropped to her knees before me. "Please forgive me, Master. I could not leave thee."

I was within a half second of losing my temper when Zeq-qoh cleared his throat and beckoned to me. I walked over to him and he spoke softly so that only I could hear. "The soldiers were unable to send her back, my Lord. She actually threatened to take her own life." I thought for a moment. It was most likely a bluff on her part, but in Qoo-jan and Terranian culture, to fail to prevent a suicide is almost as grievous a sin as the suicide itself. Her guards had apparently taken Ayl-lah at her word. Silently, inwardly, I groaned. I looked at the other two girls. "Names?"

"Quz-zah, my Lord," said the first.

"Lol-lah, my Lord." The second replied, smiling demurely. There could be little doubt that if she had her way, we'd already be...what was that saying back on Earth? Oh, yes...horizontal and inserted. Not only could I see her need in her eyes and feel it, I could smell it as well...to be honest, it was a very pleasant odor. I couldn't help but glance down and see her juices trickling down her legs. "Forgive me, my Lord. I cannot help it."

I smiled knowingly at her. She had verbally asked my forgiveness, but there was no apology in her eyes. Nor did I expect there would be. I had resigned myself to the fact that all women here were sexually insatiable and if it were possible, I'd end up screwing myself into an early grave. Ah, but what a way to go. I thought.

Word had gotten around about who I was and why I was here. It seemed that it had become a badge of honor of sorts to 'do' me. The only reason they really want to screw me is because I'm "The One." I thought.

I chuckled. I couldn't even think of "The One" and myself in the same sentence without mentally tossing in the air quotes.

With preparations for our departure completed, we had nothing to do but wait.

********************

At midnight, we departed, heading due south. If the Tushüks were watching and I really rather doubted they would at night, there be a significantly smaller chance for us to be seen. Gilliam and the Home Battalion would continue westerly following the Tushüks at a distance so as to not risk Verella's life. It had taken nearly the whole evening to find a man of my size and hair color to take my place as a decoy. The thinking was that, from a distance and the decoy wearing a helmet, he might pass for me. The Tushüks, we assumed would not be fooled by this. Our hope was that this would reinforce the rumors that I was sick and/or dieing from the assassination attempt back in Terrania.

There was even a Qoo-jan slave girl having the sides of her scalp shaved and fake tattoos painted to look like Seq-qah. As long as we appeared to be trying to keep our enemies far enough away, there was no reason for my plan to fail.

The slave wagon left first. Drawn by two lumbering kyliah. The draft animals for pulling wagons were of a different subspecies than the one I rode. They are larger and somewhat slower, but possess unequaled strength and endurance. Zeq-qoh and the girls were in the cage and acting their part. The use of the cage on the slave wagon predated the Qoo-jan arrival on Terrania and was now more for their safety than anything else. Next, came the cargo wagon fully loaded with supplies and trade goods. A small string of kyliah brought up the rear. Unlike the days of old with horse drawn wagons on Earth. Here the 'driver' did not sit on the wagon. Rather, he...or she would walk along side of the kyliah, generally on the left hand side. On extremely long trips, the 'driver' would ride on the left-hand kyliah. The thinking was why waste space for some one to sit when it could be better used to store more cargo. Kôjar led the slave wagon while one of his men, Garinn led the other. Garinn was a young corporal who was very quiet and stayed pretty much to himself.

I was still a little miffed at Ayl-lah for worming her way into my expedition. I had sent her back to the city...or so I had thought. But at the same time, I had to admire her loyalty to me and her persistence. All in all, I figured she might end up being an asset.

We continued south though out the early morning hours and all that day. I calculated that it would take about a week or so to reach the southern coastal road. We camped that night and resumed our travel southward the next day.

The trip seemed a lot longer than it was, but was not at all difficult. One day seemed no different from the one before or after it. Each night, Seq-qah shared my blankets with me. I began to notice that my feelings for changed and grew stronger with each passing day.

I cared a great deal for Verella. And I loved the 'Q-girls' but, I came to realize that I had fallen in love with Seq-qah. Everything about her fit perfectly with me.

On the southern coastal road, we turned westward, toward the Great Strand. The Great Strand was an exceptionally long, narrow isthmus, well over a thousand leagues in length, yet no wider than Panama back on Earth. In some places, at the far end, it was little more than one league in width.

We were on the road for less than a day when I started to get a very uncomfortable feeling. I shared my concern with Seq-qah that afternoon while riding at the head of our party. I cannot shake this odd felling. I'd swear that we are being watched, though I cannot guess why or by whom.

I wasn't surprised when she confirmed my suspicions. I feel it too, Master. If thou wishes, I will speak with Kôjar and take all necessary precautions.

Good thinking, dear one.

She looked at me oddly for a very brief moment and then smiled at me before riding back to where Kôjar led the slave wagon to speak with him. I have always believed in delegating authority and I trusted them both to handle my security.

That evening, we set up camp in a field just off the road. We had an early dinner of qo-chahk, that odd-looking yellow vegetable, called quahk and a light beer-like beverage which I will here after refer to simply as beer. After the meal, I sat by the fire and cleaned the Colt, letting my mind wander. I still had that uneasy feeling of being watched. It was starting to annoy me that I was not able to deduce from where.

Seq-qah joined me by the fire. I am still feeling it, Master. Someone is watching us.

I wonder if it might not be a Tushük.

I do not know, Master. I some how do not think so, although I cannot say why.

I finished cleaning my sidearm and slipped it back into the shoulder holster, before putting the cleaning kit away. "Time to turn in and get some rest, little one." I told Seq-qah.

"Yes, Master." She said almost too loudly, for the benefit of whoever was watching us.

I went over to the slave wagon, stripped off my clothing and crawled into my bedroll underneath. I closed my eyes and was close to drifting off to sleep when I felt a warm naked body slip under my blankets with me. I opened my eyes expecting to see Seq-qah, only to find Ayl-lah looking at me expectantly.

Before I could open my mouth to say anything, Seq-qah's voice entered my mind. Please, do not be angry, my Master. If we are right and we are being watched, it would be better for you to behave as a true slaver would. It is customary for a slaver to share his blankets with a different slave each night. It is for our...your safety. Enjoy her, Master.

Ayl-lah whispered softly. "Use me for thy pleasure, Master...I beg thee." She scrambled up until she was straddling my hips. Then, she grasped my cock, which seemed to have a mind of its own, because it was rock hard already and slowly started to lower herself on it. The head popped into her and she sucked in a deep breath. She came down a bit more when I felt an obstruction, which surprised me.

"You're a vir...?"

Before I could finish my question, she slammed her hips down and became fully impaled on me. There was a barely audible yelp of pain as my cock tore though her hymen that was followed by a groan and then a long soft moan of pleasure. "No, Master. Not anymore, I am not." She said with an adoring smile on her lips.

I could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing my shaft. She began to tremble. "Oh...oh, what is happening to me?" Her hips twitched as she started to come explosively. Her cum gushed out, soaking both of us from the waist down. "How can this one ever thank thee, Master?" She gasped.

Seq-qah's whispered voice interrupted sharply, yet not unkindly. "Your master made you come; you should see that he does as well."

"Oh!" Ayl-lah responded in an embarrassed whisper. "Forgive me, Master."

She started rocking her hips rapidly, kissing me like a woman possessed. Then, she was pounding against me. Her breath coming in ragged pants. "Master...I am...I am going...I am going to...." Cum started gushing out of her again. She kissed me hungrily, squeezing my shaft almost painfully. Her juices continued to flow out of her. "Master, it won't stop...I cannot stop coming...I...can...not...stop...coming." The last part became like a keening wail. While thrashing, trying to get more of my cock into her, she sat bolt upright so fast she hit her head on the bottom of the wagon, knocking herself out. She collapsed limply on top of me.

A second or two later, Seq-qah was there, gently rolling Ayl-lah's inert form off of me. Silly girl! Her chuckling voice sounded in my mind. You were her first. It seems that she may have gotten a little carried away. Seq-qah knelt between my thighs and started sucking my still hard shaft. She sucked, licked and kissed it with such enthusiasm that I would be coming in a short moment. An instant before I came, Seq-qah pulled me from her mouth and 'aimed' my cock at Ayl-lah. Several ropes of my cum sailed through the air and splashed on her, all around her hips and her nether region.

Seq-qah carefully moved Ayl-lah's unconscious body up against mine. Master, please! Do not let her know that she failed thee. It would devastate her.

But, she didn't fail me. The silly girl got a wee bit over enthusiastic and knocked herself out.

No, Master...she will see it as a failure. And Master?

Yes, little one?

Forgive me...I knew not that she was still a virgin.

Don't worry about it, girl. It's not that big of a deal. I reassured her.

I beg to differ, my Master. It is a big deal.

What?

Master, you took her virginity.

And?

She is now bound to you. Even more so than I.

Oh, shit! I thought. I recalled reading this during my research, but hadn't thought much about it. It took up just over a paragraph in the book I read. And, it was rather vague in the way it was written. Now, I just had to....




On Another World Ch. 05



"Master?" Ayl-lah asked, sounding groggy. She looked at me and smiled shyly. "Did I please thee, Master?"

"I kissed her lightly on the forehead and said. "Good enough, girl, good enough." I wasn't going to tell her that, by her customs, she had failed. Nor was I going to lie to her. After all, from my point of view she did okay. I couldn't really blame her for knocking herself out, could I? It was as Seq-qah said...she had just gotten a little carried away.

Ayl-lah was only the second virgin I had 'de-flowered' as the saying goes. The first was in my high school years back on Earth. The second, just a short time ago. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that. Virgins never interested me as it did others. My philosophy was that, when I took a woman to my bed, I would rather she knew want she was doing in bed.

Ayl-lah sure made up for her lack of knowledge with her enthusiasm. That was, until she knocked herself out, I silently chucked to myself. It was actually a little bit funny.

After a few minutes, I drifted off to sleep. The last thing I remember was Seq-qah whispering in my mind. Sleep well, Master. I love thee.

********************

In the morning, after a light breakfast, we repacked the wagons, hitched them up and made ready to start our journey again,

Then, with no warning, there was a blinding flash of light that I had witnessed twice before. When the ambient lighting returned to normal, all the others save Seq-qah seemed to be frozen in place. They had become like statues.

Directly in front of me stood two of the Olygard. I instinctively knew that neither was Thor. One of them was taller and easily more muscular. The other was...definitely female! Her large breasts and nicely curved hips would have certainly caught my interest...if I were a small grey alien. I found this rather surprising, as I has assumed that the Olygard were without separate genders as this kind of alien was portrayed in Earth science fiction.

Seq-qah ran to my side and held on to me as if her life depended on it. Master? She was clearly terrified.

Relax Seq-qah; I doubt that they are here to harm anyone.

They are the Grey Ones! Her mind fairly screamed at me.

The Olygard just stood there looking at us. After a moment, the female approached us. She gently touched Seq-qah on the cheek.

Seq-qah moaned softly and tightened her grip on me. Master? Her voice in my head had an odd quality to it.

The taller one spoke. "Greetings Dee-Ess. The time has come for us to speak."

"Again?" I asked.

"Again? Of what do you speak?"

"This is my second visit from you Olygard."

"That is not possible." The female said.

I suddenly was nearly overcome with desire. I had an almost irresistible need to tear her body suit off her and ravage her tiny body. The only thing holding me back was revulsion. I mean, she was an alien, an honest to goodness extraterrestrial. I stepped back and shook my head to clear it.

The male looked at me oddly for a moment, then cocked a smooth hairless brow and whispered harshly to female in a language I could not understand.

She remained totally motionless for a few short seconds, and then spoke again. The urges I felt before were now gone. "My apologies Dee-Ess. I have long had an interest in human sexuality. My voice was altered to elicit responses from the males of your species...but I digress. Who preceded us here?"

"He identified himself as Thor. He also told me that his actual name in unpronounceable to humans. How may address the two of you?"

"I am Týr in your language." The male said.

"And I am Njörun." The female added, and then continued, speaking to Týr. "This is unexpected and unfortunate."

Looking at me, Týr asked. "What did he say to you?"

I gave Týr a brief rundown on my conversation with Thor. I even included the part of the two factions and the apparent quarrel between them. I finished by saying. "I guess it would be safe to say that you and Thor are not from the same faction, eh?"

"Indeed, we are not!" Said Njörun. "And I do not believe that the name he gave you was his true name in your language."

"But why would he come here, pretending to be one of us? And why does he seem to be assisting Dee-Ess?" Týr asked rhetorically. Then he asked me. "Did you receive a delivery from us?"

I raised my right arm from my body so that they could see the Colt in the shoulder holster.

"Is it adequate?" Njörun asked me.

"Very...."

At that moment, Týr said to Njörun. "I am beginning to suspect that it may have been Orcus that preceded us here."

"Indeed." She said.

Seq-qah's voice entered my mind again. Master, of what do they speak? Art thou sure, there is no danger? What do they want of thee?

Njörun spoke directly to her. "There is indeed danger, Seq-qah. But not from us."

Stunned that Njörun could hear her thoughts, Seq-qah fell to her knees. "Forgive me, oh great one. It was not mine intent to offend thee."

"Relax little one." Njörun said. "We are not gods. We are an advanced race from another world...just as your master is."

"But my race is little more than savages living in caves compared to yours." I muttered in Týr's direction.

"Human humor is lost on my race, Dee-Ess...so I am unable to understand your sarcasm." He responded.

"No offence intended, Týr."

"Since I cannot understand sarcasm...none is taken."

So...why have you come to me then." I said in an attempt to get back on subject.

"Well, I am starting to believe that you already know of your mission here. At the risk of sounding cliché, you are here to save this world from a fate it does not deserve. This world and Qoo-jah." Said Týr.

"Both of them, huh?"

"Yes. Let me explain your situation this way. In some of the science fiction of your Earth, advanced races are forbidden the get involved with the lesser developed. I believe it's sometimes referred to as the prime directive, is it not?" I nodded. He continued. "Regrettably, some of our race believes this to be an antiquated and foolish law. Though, exactly why they've chosen to interfere is a mystery to the rest of us.

Suddenly, a thought came to my mind. "Would you by any chance, have been watching us?"

"No, we have not. There has been no need." Týr said.

Then...there was another blinding flash of light and Thor stood among us. He was pointing some kind of weapon at me.

Uh-oh, this is not good. I thought.

Then Thor said something I found rather baffling. To Týr and Njörun, he said in English, probably for my benefit. "We will no longer tolerate you interfering with our interference!"

Seq-qah let out a panicked scream. "Master!"

Without warning, before anyone else could move, Njörun pulled her weapon and fired. A pencil thin beam of green light struck Thor's chest. He started to cry out, but then melted into a pool of hot steaming liquid before my eyes.

*

To be continued....

Thanks go out to my unofficial proofreader, UnexpectedVixen. You're still my favorite-est Little One.

Chapter 6 has been started but, with the way I write, don't expect it for a couple of months or so. As always, comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome...even the bad stuff as long as it is constructive.

DS



On Another World Ch. 06



Ahhh...Chapter Six at last! As usual, this took far too long and I have to once again thank the fans of this story for your patience. I have recently obtained Dragon Naturally Speaking, a voice recognition program...it helps make it easier, but not necessarily faster. It should help in one area...in theory. If there are any more spelling errors, you can blame the software, not me. 

It may seem at times, in this chapter that I am jumping around a bit too much. I ask that you be patient with me as I am building characters and situations for future chapters.





On Another World Ch. 06



She was the second virgin I had deflowered in as many days. Again, I was not sure how I felt about this. But I shrugged it off. In this case, according to Seq-qah, it was necessary. Noj-jah looked at me with adoration. As with the others, I could feel love coming from her. However, given her origins and her promise to me, I wasn't going to worry about it.

We made love for the better part of two hours. Later as I drifted off to sleep last thing I remember was hearing, I love thee, Master, Seq-qah's voice whispering in my mind.

The next morning, we started out as we normally would. There were now seven Qoo-jans in the slave wagon. Six female, one male. Poor Zeq-qoh locked in a cage with six naked beautiful females. I joked to myself. A part of me felt bad for him. Qoo-jan females could be quite troublesome for any man, at certain times. 

Qoo-jan women have normal menstrual cycles. As will any female of any race or species capable of bearing young. With the Qoo-jan, this happens, only four times per cycle. This was preceded by a brief time in which the female sex drive becomes very powerful and for some, uncontrollable. 

For this reason, the female is able to secrete venom while biting. This them renders the male conscious, but incapacitated. This allows the female to mount a reluctant male and have her way with him. Unlike the women of Earth, they do not become cranky or irritable during this time. Sex and procreation becomes the only thing of any importance in their existence during these brief cycles of their lives.

I imagined what it would be like for Zeq-qoh if all six girls into this cycle at the same time. I silently laughed to myself, though in reality, it was very unlikely in the extreme.

About an hour after starting, the road curved slightly to the south and came to the beach, and then paralleled it. The day was clear with the exception of a few high clouds in the west. The air was a little cooler this close to the water, but not uncomfortably so.

Seq-qah said to me. "We should be in Edisekal in three or four days, Master."

I told her. "If my calculations are correct, we should be there before the Tushüks get to Eetnas." I looked into her eyes and switched to a telepathic communication. 

It is my plan to get to Mitgartten well before them. Then, I shall get them back. I did not have explain to Seq-qah than I meant Verella. Afterward, I could continue west and work on my plan to free Qaj-jah and Qij-jah. 

The next two days passed without notable event. On the evening of the third day, while setting up camp, came a loud disturbance from the cage on the slave wagon. 

I ran over and was not overly surprised at what I found. Zeq-qoh lay motionless on the floor of the cage. His eyes were open, and he was clearly conscious, but looked unable to move. On top of him was Lol-lah. She had obviously gone into her cycle and was very busy fucking Zeq-qoh as though her life depended on it. I reached through the bars of the cage, grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked savagely. She hissed ferociously, then turned and saw me. She immediately broke into tears, begging my forgiveness. "I am sorry, Master. My cycle has started and I was unable to control my urges."

I released her hair and spoke. "I am not unreasonable. In the future, whenever your cycle starts, you will notify me." I looked at the others, and continued. "That goes for each and every one of you, understand?"

"Yes, Master!" They all said.

I turned to Seq-qah and said. "Get him out of there for the night."

Yes, Master.

Later, as I was going through the nightly ritual of cleaning the Colt, Seq-qah sat next to me. She gently put her hand on my arm and told me. We should be in Edisekal late tomorrow morning, Master.

One of the first things we will have to do is find a ship. I shall look into that. You and Kôjar will look after the others. I do not know at this time, how difficult that will be. We must find one as soon as possible.

Yes...it shall be as you say.

I smiled at her. Always eager to please. I counted myself very lucky to have her. There was no doubt that I could rely upon her for anything. I am fortunate to have you, little one.

No Master, it is I who is lucky to have thee.

I laughed softly. Let us just say that we are lucky to have one another.

Then she asked me. Master, on an unrelated matter, might I share thy bedroll with thee tonight? She looked at me hopefully.

Miss me, do you? I chuckled. Yes Seq-qah, you may. In fact, tonight...I would prefer that.

I thank thee, my Master. Have I mentioned lately that I love thee?

A time or two. I chuckled.

Then I shall tell thee yet again...I love thee, Master. A dazzling smile lit up her face.

With that, we went to bed and made love. As usual, she was very enthusiastic and nearly insatiable. Afterward I slept like the dead.

We arrived at Edisekal at the beginning of the ninth hour the next morning. I went ahead of the others. I made sure that I was armed; it was a prudent precaution when entering a strange city on Terrania. 

It was exactly as I had envisioned. The city looked like any seaport one might have seen on Earth during the early eighteenth century. The streets were narrow, but clean. The smell of freshly bake bread and other foods permeated the air. We were heading along the main street toward the docks. The streets were also a beehive of activity. Street vendors hawking their wares, sailors heading to the pubs and brothels...or returning to their ships.

I smiled inwardly at the quaintness of all I saw. I passed an Inn with a sign showing a square-rigged sailing ship with its mainmast looking as if bent at a 90º angle. Below that on the side, were the words 'Broken Mast.' As I walked by, a very drunken sailor staggered out of the Broken Mast and bumped roughly into me. He was a very big fellow, I might add.

"Hey! Watsh where the devil yer goin'" He slurred at me. He was a head taller and easily twice my weight. A sailor so much in every way, he could have stepped off the pages of a Robert Lewis Stevenson novel...even down to the eye patch he wore. 

"Might I suggest that it is you, who needs mind your own step, sir?" I asked not unkindly.

"Wha...? You son of a whore!" He yelled pulling out a long thin sword and faced me. A rapier. And a very fine one at that.

I smoothly slipped into a combat crouch, whipping out my katana and then holding it in the traditional two-handed grip. I smiled at him confidently. "You really don't want to do this."

A large crowd had gathered. It seemed that fights on the streets were common and they were waiting to be entertained.

The sailor swung his rapier with a speed that belied his size and his drunken state. "I have your guts for garters!"

If he hadn't been trying to kill me, I might have laughed in his face. In one smooth move, I parried his blow and slashed at his wrist. The sword, his severed hand still holding it, clattered to the street. He stared at the stump, dumfounded.

"That...." I said. "Was for attacking me...and this." I punched him on the chin, knocking him down. "Is for the cheesy cliché."

I wiped the blade of my katana on the front of his shirt, slipped it back into its scabbard and walked calmly down the street. The crowd parted before me like the Red Sea.

After what seemed to be most of the morning, I arrived at the waterfront. It only took a moment for me to spot the ship that was easily my first choice.

The ship was unlike anything I might have imagined. She looked to be a little over 200 feet in length. She was a three masted square-rigger, much like the old square-riggers in so-called early days of America's Continental Navy. The hull on other hand seemed to be a combination of things. Part tall sailing ship, part Viking long boat and part ancient Egyptian warship, complete with a ram at the base of its bow. Yet, she had a grace to her that made her look like she was moving fast, even while still tied to the wharf. The hull was painted a dark blue with only a little white trim. From where I stood on the wharf, she was immaculate. 

I was approach by what I can only describe as an old stereotypical sea captain. I instinctively knew he was the ship's captain. "She is the Sea-Hawk. She's a beauty, is she not?" The old man looked me in the eye. "She is being readied for your use, M'lord."

"She is indeed a beautiful ship, Captain. Being readied for my use? To what or whom do I...."

"Lord Granahkt, sir. He asked a favor and I owe him many." He pronounced sir as 'sahr' much like the old-time seamen/pirates back on Earth. Every thing about his speech and mannerisms seem to be from an old 'B' movie about pirates. I chuckled inwardly so as not to offend him. 

How did Granahkt know where I was or what I was planning? To the captain I said. "She looks more than adequate for what I have planned."

Aye.... She is not the biggest in the fleet, but the ol' Sea-Hawk be among the fastest." The man saluted me, Terranian fashion, and then offered a hand to me. "I be Captain So-lonni, sir." 

"And I am...."

"I know who you be, M'lord." He interrupted and gave me a knowing wink.

"When can we leave?" I asked the captain.

"She'll be ready to sail with the tide, M'lord. How many of you are there?"

"There are thirteen of us, plus two wagons and some livestock."

"Very well then Sir. Bring them the dock and we'll get them loaded." He said to me and went aboard his ship. 

Zeq-qoh and Seq-qah soon after arrived with the wagons, and they were loaded in almost no time at all. My 'slaves' were placed in a compartment up forward that was comfortable and spacious for its purpose. Once that was completed, Captain So-lonni gave me what he called his personal guided tour of the ship. Seq-qah and I would be staying in a small comfortable cabin next to his beneath the poopdeck. Then we were shown where we would take our meals, which was the Terranian equivalent to ward room, where all the officers ate. I noticed that even with a great disparity in the male/female population on this world, fully three quarters of the crew were men.

After that, we went to the main deck, where I got my first look at what passed for maritime weaponry on Terrania. There were eight of them on either side of the ship. They appeared to be a curious cross between a ballista and a catapult. The captain went into a lengthy description of the weapons and the ammunition they used. The weapons, simply called 'Shooters' had a maximum range of nearly 3 leagues, but were only accurate to one, This, compared to what I was used to wasn't very far, but was more than adequate for the task at hand. They were fairly easy to load and even easier to shoot. A gun crew consisted of only three sailors. 

There were several kinds of ammunition that the shooters could use. The first was a heavy round ball. The balls were not very big, but were all are heavier than the appeared. The second was two smaller balls attached together with a length of chain. There was yet another, which I can only describe as a napalm, round. It was fused so that when used properly, a round would explode just before impact, dousing the target in flames. When used properly, an enemy ship could be set ablaze in very little time.

"So, what do you think of her, Sir?" The captain asked me.

"I must admit that I am very much impressed. Do you know where it is I need to go?" and.

"Aye Sir, indeed I do." He gave me a knowing smile. 

We went down below to have an early dinner consisting of some seafood that I was unfamiliar with. The captain told me that we would be departing soon and invited me to join him on the bridge, which was located on the poopdeck. We all ate and chatted a while. He introduced me to his other officers. So-lonni started with his first mate, So-aaron and then his second mate who was named, So-ector. Next, was a small waif of a woman, with long yellow-blonde hair that went past her cute round bottom. "This is Sa-khonsu, the saving master. She is the reason that the Sea-Hawk is one of the fastest ships on all the seas." She was a thin, young looking girl with deep blue eyes. 

She nodded to me saying. "Welcome aboard, M'lord." She then added a small friendly nod to Seq-qah. "Physician...."

After that, we ate the rest of our meal in comparative silence. The seafood was a type of fish very similar to tuna on Earth. This was served with something that looked very much like corn yet was a very dark green in color with a red hue. It was all quite good, and I ended up eating probably more than I should have. There was a desert that tasted very much like vanilla pudding, but was black as coal in color. After the meal, the captain stood from the table and told his first mate and make preparations to get away. With that, he turned and left.

Shortly before sunset, the Sea-Hawk got underway. The efficiency of the crew was nothing less than staggering. There were no wasted movements by any of them. They all seem to work as one and I was more than a little impressed.

Part of the ship was similar to an old galley, but this one used no oars. Instead, part of the crew would go below decks and turn a series of handles that led to a large gearbox, which was attached to a shaft that led to a large propeller that could be lowered in port for easier maneuvering. Once at sea, the propeller would be raised into the hull and the ship moved my sail power alone.

Seq-qah and I stood on the bridge with Captain So-lonni and his helmsman taking in sights. I noticed another ship getting underway at the same time as us. It was easily half again as big as the Sea-Hawk, with a midnight black hull and matching sails and masts. I did not think much of it at the time as Edisekal was a very busy seaport. We approach the breakwater, which was in fact a wall about thirty feet in height with a single opening just wide enough to large ships to pass through at the same time. At either side of the opening was a short tower about twenty feet higher than the wall itself. These towers were each manned by no fewer than a dozen soldiers. There also appeared to be three or four of the shooters atop each one. One of the soldiers gave us a friendly wave as we passed by.

Then we were in the open sea. Capt. So-lonni gave the orders to raise the propeller into the hull, then turned to Sa-khonsu and ordered her to set the sails.

"By the gods, there'll be trouble soon enough, I tell you." The captain said, noticing the black ship also leaving the harbor. 

"Why you say that?" I asked him.

"That ship...." He pointed behind us at the other vessel. "I would venture to guess that although it doesn't look like it now, that that is a pirate ship. Most likely, they will not attempt to make their move before we leave sight of land."

Captain So-lonni was of a seafaring race of people on one of the continents in the southern hemisphere of this world. They were formidable navigators and could find their way anywhere with a good compass and an accurate timepiece. Their race, called the Seaborne, could just look at the stars determine where they were on the surface of the sea, anywhere. With one look, they could easily determine their latitude and with another, they could determine their approximate longitude, after consulting an accurate chronometer. This was all done by instinct... nothing else was required. No other race of people other than the Seaborne had this unique capability.

As the sun was finally setting, So-lonni said to Sa-khonsu. "Hang every rag, you can. Let us see how fast she is." I knew he was talking about the suspected pirate ship.

Soon it was dark, or dark as it could be with Qoo-jah, Seq-qah's home world, shining brightly in the night sky. With my enhanced vision, I could see the other ship clearly. Clear enough, to see her name, Black Dragon, painted on her hull. It did appear that it was trying to overtake us. She was just over three leagues away.

This continued throughout most of the evening. The Black Dragon gradually decreased the range between herself and the Sea-Hawk. I sent Seq-qah down below and remained on deck to offer whatever help I could. At about midnight, I estimated the Black Dragon to be just under two leagues distant and then I heard a muffled 'thunk' followed a moment later by a splash just off the port side of the ship. The Sea-Hawk was already at 'action stations' and had been for nearly an hour.

I watched as a flag was raised to the top of mainmast of the ship attempting to overtake us. It was black with a crude red skull on it.

"Bloody pirates. I knew they were pirates." Muttered the captain. "We are in for it now!"

"Will we fight?" I asked him.

"Aye, but I'm not sure it's the wise thing to do, but we have no choice. You see the red skull?" He pointed at our enemy. "They mean to kill us all. And they have the advantage. We are armed by sixteen. That blasted scow is probably armed by forty." Armed by sixteen meant that our main armament was the sixteen shooters on the main deck, eight on each side. This did not count the four other smaller shooters, two on the poopdeck and two of the forecastle. The other vessel had forty shooters based on the captain's estimate. "She is bigger and better armed, but we are more maneuverable." To the third mate he said. 'Raise the colors." 

On the mainmast, up went the Terranian flag. It had a light blue field with a maroon St. Andrews cross and a gold crown in the center. "Unless you'd rather fly your personal flag, M'lord." So-lonni Asked. I just shook my head and said nothing.

I heard the thunking noise again, followed in a couple moments by the crash of splintering wood and a scream from the forward part of the ship.

"They've the range already." The second mate shouted in alarm.

"Hard a port...." Captain So-lonni ordered. "Fire as your weapons bear."

All portside shooters fired within a second or two of each other. All fell a few yards short. Reloading, while slow, went faster than I expected. We were closing quickly. In what seemed like no time at all we were down to only a couple of hundred yards.

The Black Dragon turned rapidly to starboard and fired a broadside at us. It looked like about twenty balls, four of which struck the Sea-Hawk's hull.

"Keep coming around to port." Bellowed the captain. "Fire!"

Sea-Hawk's eight port side shooters fired again. All struck the Black Dragon in the hull and the main deck. I was able to see that one of her shooters was destroyed and another damaged. "Good shooting! Keep it up!" I yelled to the shooter crews.

Suddenly, crossbow bolts started raining onto the deck, striking two of the Sea-Hawks shooter crewmen. I lookup and saw no fewer then 20 men aloft on the Black Dragon, reloading their crossbows. I jerked my Colt out of the holster, aimed carefully and fired a shot. The silenced Colt let out a muffled 'pop' and of one the enemy clutched his knee and fell. I silently cursed as I was aiming at center mass. The man hit the water and then surfaced almost immediately. I half hoped the man could swim as his ship would make no effort to recover him while battling us. I slowly squeezed off another round. The next enemy sailor grabbed at his stomach and also fell. This one fell right on to one of the shooters, rendering it at least temporarily unusable. His neck obviously snapped on impact ending his suffering.

I continued shooting, killing three more before the rest realized what was happening and climbed down.

The Sea-Hawk began to swing rapidly to the right again, passing astern of our enemy. "Chain shot! Take out her mizzen...." Captain So-lonni ordered.

The Sea-Hawk managed to reverse her course in almost no time at all. Her shooter crews fired their chain shot as they passed the Black Dragon's stern. The first shot missed, but managed to tear a large hole in the mizzen sail. The next shot hit its target, breaking the mizzenmast only about 10 feet above the deck. It felt forward, hitting the mainmast, damaging it and tearing a huge hole in the mainsail. The Black Dragon was now essentially crippled.




On Another World Ch. 06



"Shift the rudder." Captain So-lonni ordered. "Prepare fire shot!"

Suddenly, the Sea-Hawk's turn shifted from right to left, turning faster than I thought possible. The captain could not have time it better. As he shouted. "Rudder amidships!" We were now directly astern of the Black Dragon again. "Fire!" He yelled

Once again, the timing was perfect. The fuses on fire shot ignited at just the right time. Flaming liquid splashed on the pirate's sails. In very little time, nearly all of the Black Dragon's sails were ablaze.

"Helm, steer west by southwest." Said the captain in a normal voice. He turned to me. "That should keep them busy for a day or more." We could hear the panicked shouts of the Black Dragon's crew as they worked to get the fire under control.

At that moment, one of the officers ran up to us. "Eight dead, fourteen wounded." He reported. "One of the dead is...." He pointed to me. "...Is his." 

Seq-qah appeared on deck next to him. "Lol-lah, Master. A ball came through the side and hit her on the head and breaking her neck." She was crying.

I barely knew the girl, but felt her loss almost as deeply as Seq-qah had. 

Seq-qah looked directly into my eyes...tears running down her cheeks. "She was dead even before she'd known she was struck. She felt no pain, Master."

"Were any of the others hurt?" I asked her. 

She was about to answer when we were interrupted by a loud whooshing sound and the sky lightened as the pirate ship was suddenly engulfed in flames. This was accompanied by a few screams of agony as many of the Black Dragon's crew were now burning to death,

"Ha!" A crewman barked a laugh. "That'll finish her."

The captain let lose a heavy sigh. "Bring her about. Stay upwind of her...look for survivors."

Seq-qah and I went down to the slave orders to check on Lol-lah's body and the others to see if any were injured. Ayl-lah, Noj-jah and the others were gathered around Lol-lah crying. Zeq-qoh sat in the corner stoically. 

Her body had obviously not yet been moved since she had been killed. By the actual angle of her head, it was easy to tell that her neck had been broken. "Take her up on deck." I told them.

There would be a brief ceremony honoring the dead, after which the bodies would be dumped unceremoniously over the side in accordance with Terranian custom.

I went back up on deck to find only a dozen survivors from a pirate ship. Three of those were seriously wounded and one of them would probably not survive the night.

"Most drowned." The third mate told me. Like the sailors of old back on Earth, many sailors did not know how to swim. It seemed that thinking was; it was better to drown than to be eaten alive by some hungry sea creature.

The survivors would be easily incorporated into Sea-Hawk's crew. Most sailors on Terrania cared not what ship they served on as long as they could serve at sea.

I turned to Seq-qah and said. "Help the ship's doctor with the wounded."

"Yes, Master." She answered me sadly.

The ship's doctor was another Qoo-jan physician, named Qip-pah. She and Seq-qah immediately went to work. Although medical knowledge on this world was medieval at best, with a really good Qoo-jan physician at work, death almost never stood a chance. All but the most grievously wounded would recover fully and in very little time. I had even learned through my research, that the disease that was killing me on Earth could be cured easily here.

After the wounded were attended to, there was a brief gathering on the forecastle for a prayer and remembrance for those who had lost their lives, then the bodies were disposed of and shipboard life returned to normal. 

It was well past midnight when Seq-qah and I retired to our cabin for the night.

I woke early the next morning, Seq-qah lay close to me looking content as she too awoke. She had well and truly wore me out the night before. Her lovemaking was nearly as frantic as our first time together.

Master, last night was...incredible. The best ever!

You're supposed to protect me, but you nearly screwed me to death last night. I joked.

A concerned look crossed her face. Please don't joke like that, my beloved Master.

"Oh, lighten up...I was only kidding." I spoke normally, caressing her cheek.

We got up off the bunk and made ready to start our day.

She had just gotten to the door, when she stopped suddenly, shook her head as if to clear it and turned back to me. Her eyes were a bright gold. Master, I need thee. I need thee now!  She ran back across the cabin throwing herself at me. Even with her light weight and my physical strength, she caught me unprepared and we fell back onto the bunk. Oh-h-h, Master!

I need to see the captain, Seq-qah. I was about to remove her from me physically, when much to my surprise, she bit me. The venom she injected me with began working instantly. My arms dropping uselessly to my sides. Other than my eyes, I could move nothing. Seq-qah, what the hell do you think you are doing?

Forgive me, Master. I cannot help it...I need thee. My cycle has started. Besides being completely immobile, I was also fully erect. Another effect of the venom. 

Did I not order you girls to tell me before your cycle started?

Forgive me, Master...it happened just now with no warning. She grasped my shaft and lowered herself down on it. 

You need to stop this now. I commanded her.

I cannot stop, Master. I have no control over my need at this time.

Seq-qah, stop!

I cannot.  Her feelings and emotions were a jumbled mess at the moment. I felt her need...an overpowering sexual need. I felt sadness and remorse...and I felt fear. But her need nearly blotted out all else.

She continued riding me. She was kissing me with a passion that surprised even me, knowing her as I did.

And then, I came suddenly and without any warning. The venom she had injected me with made this an unexpectedly powerful orgasm...more powerful than any I could remember ever having before.

Seq-qah did not let up at all. If anything, she was pounding herself harder upon me. I, much to my surprise remained fully erect.

I had thought of her as being nearly insatiable before, but now there was as if there was literally nothing that could fully satisfy her. She rode me weeping inconsolably and coming almost non-stop. I stopped counting my own orgasms at ten, but there many more than that because of the venom coursing through my veins. This went on until just before noon.

Finally, she got off of me. She knelt on the deck and said. "I will restrict myself to the slave quarters for the rest of the voyage, Master. I can only pray that you will forgive me one day." With that, she rose to her feet and departed from the cabin, as the effects of her venom began to wear off. 

I slowly got up and dressed myself. I was terribly angry at Seq-qah at the moment. And most likely would be for a long time to come. While I understood that during their cycle, Qoo-jan woman do at times have no control over their needs, being made to be helpless in that fashion is something no man enjoys...least of all, me. 

I went up on deck to speak with Captain So-lonni. "Got you, did she?" He asked. As on Earth, there are rarely any secrets aboard ship. "Aye...she ought to be punished. But she is most certainly a keeper."

I nodded. "That she is, but I am understandably more than a little upset with her."

"Indeed, M'lord." Then, changing the subject, he said. "It will 10 to 12 days to reach our destination...the port of Edisnaeco. Depending on the winds."

"Sail, ho!" Came a shout from near the top of the mainmast.

'Where away?" Asked the first mate.

"Port beam, sir." The answer came.

It took a moment to spot it from the deck. A single masted ship that appeared to be east bound. 

Captain So-lonni studied her through a telescope. "Zoqelander. I'm sure they've not yet seen us. Small Shooter Sloop would be my guess. And not nearly as fast as the Sea-Hawk. So even if they do, it won't matter." 

"I wonder if they're looking for us. Kahn seems to be awfully well informed of things he ought not to be." I said more to myself then to anyone else.

"Does he know your personal flag?" So-lonni asked.

"No. That's probably because I do not have one. But I have an idea for one if it can be made here aboard." A deliciously evil idea forming in my head. 

"Talk to Sa-khonsu. I'm sure she could have it ready soon."

I sought out the sail master, gave a detailed description of what I wanted. She said that it could be ready in two days or less. I thanked her and went back up on deck. 

The rest of the day passed without a notable event. A couple of hours after sunset, I retired to my cabin.

I undressed and climbed into the bunk. I was exhausted. During my little adventure this morning with Seq-qah, I had come as close to being multi-orgasmic as I ever would in my life. I had come well over 10 times and perhaps even more than twenty. Well, I thought...at least I wouldn't have to 'perform' this night. Then came a soft knock from the door. It opened and Noj-jah entered. "How may I serve thee, Master?" She said, bowing slightly. It was a typical half bow, half curtsy Qoo-jan women would perform to their masters. Much like Qij-jah was doing that first evening when I first came to here on Terrania. 

"Right now, by saying or doing nothing." I thought of Seq-qah and was mildly amused...it was like being pissed off at one's wife. I still loved her unconditionally yet remained so angry; I dare not talk directly to her.

"Yes, Master." Noj-jah said, silently kneeling on the deck next to the bunk.

After a while, I patted the bunk. "I'll not have you sleeping on the deck. But, no funny business if you know what I mean."

"Yes, Master. It shall be as thou sayst Master." Noj-jah said with only a slight hint of disappointment in her voice. She climbed onto the bunk, discreetly keeping her distance and settled in to go to sleep.

As I lay there starting to drift off...out of curiosity, I reached out with my mind seeking Seq-qah's. I found it almost in no time at all. I felt remorse and sadness like I never experienced before in my life. There could be no doubt that she regretted her actions earlier in the day. I felt bad for her. Yet, I was still furious with her. 

I knew I would forgive her. That was a given, but it would be a long time before that happened. Most likely, a very long time.

Noj-jah spoke. "Master, she regrets what has passed between thee and...she is sorry."

"Go to sleep, Noj-ah. Be silent."

"Yes, Master."

Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

The days passed by with agonizing slowness. I spent the daylight hours attempting to learn about sailing and navigation and the nights sleeping restlessly. Each night, Noj-jah slept by my side. We did nothing but sleep. Since that morning after leaving Edisekal, I surprisingly had no interest in sex...period. I avoided Seq-qah completely, even refusing to speak to her.

I was standing on the poopdeck, early in the morning of our eleventh day at sea, when Ayl-lah approached me. "Master, Seq-qah begs to speak with thee. She says it is of the utmost importance."

"No." Was my simple response.

"It's very impor...." Ayl-lah went on before I interrupted.

"I will talk to her when I'm ready...not before. You tell her that. Go!" I commanded.

"Yes, Master." She bowed to me before leaving.

"Land, ho!" The lookout shouted down to us.

From the forecastle, So-aaron yelled up. "Where away?"

"Dead ahead, sir! It's Edisnaeco...and there is a ship coming out as well!"

So-lonni already had his telescope to his eye. "A big one, M'lord. A ship-o-the-line. Armed by 60 or better." He continued looking closely. "Damn! Another Zoqelander. M'lord?"

"Yes, Captain?"

I have to show a flag. If I break out Terranian colors, they may attack."

"Have Sa-khonsu break out my flag. We'll have some fun with them." I said grinning.

A short time later, we came abreast of the other vessel. Her name in golden lettering was The Great Kahn. It was easily three times the size of the Sea-Hawk perhaps four. All her shooters were manned. She looked ready for battle.

Captain So-lonni stared in disbelief. "Armed by 80! I've never seen such a monster."

I looked. Sure enough, there were two decks of 20 shooters per side. On the lower of these, the shooters were twice as big as the others were. A broadside from that ship might turn the Sea-Hawk into kindling. 

The flag of Zoqeland was flying at the top of the mainmast. A solid deep red with a large inverted seven-pointed star in its center.

At that moment, my flag broke free on the Sea-Hawk. A flag never before seen on this world. I could not help the small surge of emotion from my body as I looked up and saw the flag of the good ol' U. S. of A. flapping in the morning breeze.

"What ship?" An amplified voice from the Kahn asked.

"Sea-Hawk!" Answered the captain using an old style megaphone. He went on, lying. "Eight weeks out of Asem Al."

"What flag?" Came the next question, which was expected.

I spoke softly and quickly to the captain. "The flag of the United States!" He answered the Kahn's captain.  There. Let them figure that one out.

I could plainly see that the captain of the other ship was confused by my answer. No sea captain on any ship, on any world would readily admit there was something he didn't know. 

"What's your business in Edisnaeco?"

"We are a merchantman...doing a merchantman's business." He said.

The Kahn's captain seemed not to like So-lonni's answer, but had no legal right to question us further. We proceeded into port, each of us breathing a quiet sigh of relief.

We arrived at the dock in Edisnaeco just before noon. Edisnaeco is reputed to be the oldest city on all of Terrania. Edisnaeco, translated from Terranian to English means eldest sister. It was here and in two other cities, where recorded history began on Terrania. 

The waterfront looked pretty much the same as in Edisekal, albeit much larger. And like every city I had been in, it was clean almost beyond imagination. No city on Earth could come close to the cleanliness I saw before me. 

I was startled to some one on the dock that I recognized, who was apparently awaiting our arrival. Lot-tah, the Qoo-jan seer I had met prior to leaving Terrania. What in the hell is she doing here? I was not sure if this was a good thing...or not.

I went down to my cabin to pack my things, only to find out when I got there, that Noj-jah had everything packed and ready to go. "All is being made ready for our departure, Master. Zeq-qoh is getting the wagons and livestock ready for off-loading." She reported to me. "One other thing, Master. Seq-qah needs to...."

I cut her off with a gesture.

"But, Master...." She continued earnestly. "I am assured that it a matter of her life or death."

I looked at her and spoke to her with a sharpness she didn't really deserve, but I wanted to get my point across. "I will speak to her when I am ready. Not before!" I last part came out as an angry shout. I went on, calmer. "Am I understood?"

"Yes, Master." She answered, her voice filled with contrition.

There was a knock at the door. It opened and Lot-tah entered. "I will be joining your party, M'lord Dee-Ess." She said as if that had been the plan all along. 

"And no one thought to inform me of this beforehand?"

"A seer goes where she must, M'lord."

"And just how do you know that I would be here?"

"M'lord, I am a seer. I need to join thy party. That is all I can say at this time."

I went on deck to thank Captain So-lonni for his help and for the use of his ship. I also told him that I considered myself in his debt. "If there is anything, I can do for you in the future, let me know."

"It was my pleasure to serve, M'lord."

The wagons and livestock were unloaded quickly and easily. We were on our way within the hour, and continued our journey westward. Lot-tah rode next to me while Seq-qah rode in the slave wagon with the others. I was still not ready to talk to her. We camped that night, where the road curved northward, away from the ocean.

Later that evening, after the evening meal, Lot-tah came out of her tent. I was mildly surprised to see that she had changed out of her robe into the typical Qoo-jan slave outfit consisting of the typical short wraparound skirt, sandals and nothing else. What surprised me most was that she was still quite attractive for a woman of her advanced years. She sat across the fire from me and said. "A good evening to thee, M'lord Dee-Ees."

"And a good evening to you." I said to her.

"Would I be correct in assuming that thou wouldst like to know why I am here?"

"You're a long way from Terrania. Yes. I am wondering what would bring you all the way out here."

"I am a seer, M'lord. I am here to do my duty...nothing more. 

"And what is your duty, as you see it?" I asked her.

"To assist thee in saving the world. What else could it be?"

"Is there anything specifically that brought you here? I know what my mission is. I am just not sure how to go about it exactly."

"To be honest with thee, I know only that I need to be here."

"Talk about your cryptic answers...." Talking with Lot-tah and getting straight answers was not going to be easy. Probably quite impossible but I would cross that bridge when I came to it.

Lot-tah and I sat by the fire continued chatting quietly. Then we just sat for a while in a companionable silence. She was just about to speak again when a loud commotion interrupted her. I turned my head to look and was somewhat dismayed at what I saw. Kôjar and the other guards were dragging Seq-qah and Zeq-qoh toward me bound in heavy chains. They threw the Qoo-jans to their knees a couple of feet in front of me. Kôjar saluted me and said. "M'lord, I regret to inform you that these two must be destroyed." Although he had expressed regret, I sensed that he would be very happy to kill them both.

I leapt to my feet. "What is the meaning of this?"

"M'lord...." He pointed at Seq-qah. "This one is with child."

To be continued....

Chapter Seven has been started, but once again, it could take a month or two to finish...maybe even more. But...it will eventually be done.

Many thanks go out to my editor, NightOwl03, without whose help, I might have submitted this with WAY too many errors.

Thanks also go out to my favorite-est official, unofficial proofreader, UnexpectedVixen. 



On Another World Ch. 07



Let me first apologize to my readers for taking so long to complete this chapter. Real life, as always, must take priority. I needed to attend an important national meeting in Colorado of the CVMA (Combat Veterans Motorcycle Association) of which, I am a member. This is an annual event and will occur again next year, mid-June in North Carolina.

Special thanks to Pixie87 for helping out with a little editing.

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I stared at Seq-qah. "You're pregnant?" I stood motionless trying to think. To say that I was more than a little shocked would have been an understatement of Biblical proportions. I was sure that I could not be the father because I had been informed that Seq-qah and I were not genetically compatible by the 'Q-girls'.

"Yes, Master...as impossible as it may seem, I am carrying thy child." She was weeping in fear. I could feel that much, along with a great deal of confusion. "Master, I never...I could never... I love thee...."

She was unable to go on because Kôjar savagely backhanded her. "Be silent, slut! You and this male violated your master's trust!" He snarled at her.

For a bound slave to have any kind of sexual relations with any male, other than her master without his knowledge and permission was punishable by death. A long, slow, painful death. That was the law! Nonetheless, I would not allow her to be harmed any further until I had more answers.

"Enough Kôjar! We do not yet have all of the facts. Do not ever again even so much as touch her without my permission, is that understood?" I snapped at him.

He became apologetic. "Aye, M'lord."

"Let us learn all there is to be learned first, Major Kôjar." I said to him. "Then and only then should we act, eh?"

"It shall be as you say, M'lord"

We all remained quiet for a time trying to make sense of what we had just learned thus far.

Noj-jah, Ayl-lah and the others ran up quickly and dropped to their knees next to Seq-qah, weeping. "Master...!" Noj-jah started.

"Be silent! All of thee!" It was Lot-tah. She looked at Kôjar and said. "Get her to her feet...." She then pointed at Zeq-qoh. "Him too."

"Yes, M'lady. Right away." Seq-qah and Zeq-qoh were roughly dragged to their feet. Kôjar offered Lot-tah a dagger, perhaps thinking that she might kill them herself. Seq-qah was obviously terrified. Zeq-qoh simply appeared resigned to his fate, even if that meant his death. He did not speak a word. This puzzled me a bit. To me, it almost seemed an admission of guilt.

"Put it away, Major! There will be no killing here just yet." She walked slowly up to Seq-qah, grasped her firmly by the chin and looked deeply into her eyes. "Look at me, slave and tell me what thou hast done." She said.

"Nothing, my Lady." Seq-qah answered, tears running down both her cheeks. "I love my master, completely...I could never...."

"Be silent!" Lot-tah interrupted her. Lot-tah then placed a hand gently on Seq-qah's belly and closed her eyes. She concentrated for a moment. I almost missed it, but a look of complete confusion flashed across her features, then disappeared. She opened her eyes then and stared at me briefly. She then approached Zeq-qoh; with absolutely no hesitation, reached out, and cupped his testicles in her right hand and placed her left over his heart. After concentrating again, she let them go and said to Kôjar. "Release him. He did not father the child."

Kôjar unshackled Zeq-qoh and appeared ready to say something to him when Zeq-qoh stopped him with a gesture. "Do not concern yourself, Major. Had I been in your position, I would have behaved exactly as you have. I bear you no ill will."

Kôjar nodded his thanks and said nothing.

All eyes turned to me. They no doubt wondered what was coming next.

Lot-tah turned and walked slowly to me. "I wonder...." She said thoughtfully. She stopped directly in front of me. She looked me straight in the eye, placed her left hand on my chest over my heart and cupped my nuts as she had Zeq-qoh's.

Then, slowly...very slowly, a smile spread across her lips. "'Tis a good thing I am here. It would have been a terrible thing if these two were killed for no reason. There is no doubt, M'lord, the child is yours."

"What...?" Yelped Seq-qah. She seemed relieved and happy all at once. "H-h-how can this be?" She asked, though I felt from her no real surprise...just a great sense of relief.

I also felt joy and hope from her. "But I thought that...." I began, and then stopped thoroughly confused. "This should not be possible!"

"Nonetheless, M'lord." Lot-tah said to me.

"Release her, now!" I ordered Kôjar. My anger at Seq-qah over the past few days, though justified, evaporated immediately. She was going to have my baby. Of course, all was forgiven now.

For her part, Seq-qah was relieved and overjoyed all at the same time. Once unchained, she threw herself into my arms and kissed me. Then said, "Master! We are blessed by the deities!"

"It would seem so. Why did you not tell me sooner?" I asked, forgetting that I had refused all her attempts to communicate with me. I looked at Lot-tah. "How could this have happened?"

She smiled at me, but the smile was mixed with extreme wonder and confusion. "I know not my Lord. There have always been rumors and legends of this occurring, but this is the first time I've witnessed it myself. I must do some research before I can give you an answer."

I looked at Seq-qah. "You know of course, this means that you're going back to Tertapolis at once, don't you?"

"No, Master. I am not." Her look told me that it was useless to argue about this. "Master, I am thy bound slave, but I am also going to be the mother of thy child. That gives me the right to remain with thee." She said adamantly.

I opened my mouth to argue some more and then remembered that by Terranian law, she was absolutely right. Of course, there was danger for her and the baby, but my thinking was from modern western thinking back on Earth. Here on Terrania, was a heartier breed of folk.

"Very well then, but you will do as you are told, understand?"

"Yes, Master." She smiled brightly and hugged me tight.

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Later that night as Seq-qah and I snuggled in my bedroll, I noted that she was as happy as any being, human or otherwise, I had even seen.

"Master...." She said. "I am blessed more than anyone can say. In my heart, I knew all along that the child was thine, I was afraid. I knew that no one would believe it. I just so very grateful that Seer Lot-tah was here to confirm that the child is yours. Otherwise, Zeq-qoh and I would have been tortured to death.

"Yeah, I'm glad see was here too. How were you so sure that it is mine?" I asked her.

"Well, Master...thou art the only man I've shared the pleasures with in a very, very long time. And a Qoo-jan female usually knows within a very few hours when she becomes pregnant."

"So, you know when?"

"Yes, Master, I do. It was that morning on the ship when my cycle started and I bit thee...then had my way with thee." She sounded remorseful. "Though it is still a mystery to me how we could have conceived a child. I am still so very sorry about my behavior that morning. Though it was wrong, I simply could not help it."

"That is in the past now. Think of it no more."

"Yes, Master, but...."

"Seq-qah!" I said harshly, but not too much so.

In a small voice, she answered. "Yes Master."

I kissed her with gentle passion. Then, I then place my hand softly on her belly where she would carry her...our baby.

Unsurprisingly to me, she took that as an effort to seduce her and returned my kiss with a fierceness that caught me unprepared. "My Master...please take me! Time is short." She snarled at me sexily. "I need you now, Master." She reached down and began fondling my thickening shaft.

I almost asked what she meant by time is short, but decided to wait till later. I kissed her again upon the lips and then on her jaw just below her lovely pointed ear. I cupped her left breast and very lightly pinched the nipple.

She sucked in a deep breath. "Oh-h-h, M-m-master-r-r-r." She purred softly.

I then slowly slid my hand down between her slender thighs and cupped her mound. She was dripping wet already and very aroused.

She gripped my cock tightly and stroked it with rapid movements. She gently pushed me on to my back and mounted me, hovering over me with her sweet wet pussy just scant millimeters from the head of my cock. "I love thee, Master." She whispered, then kissed me deeply while slowly lowering herself down.

When the head slid into her, she broke the kiss and hissed her desire at me. I gripped her hips and brought her slowly down onto my cock. The softness of her velvety wetness became hot...very hot. I may have forgotten to mention earlier that when a Qoo-jan woman becomes aroused, that her body temperature shoots up four to five degrees (Fahrenheit) and sometimes more. So, when I say she has a hot, wet pussy, it's not just a figure of speech.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, I was fully inside her. She began to rock her hips...slowly at first, then rapidly picking up speed. She pulled my hands for her hips and guided them to her breasts. "Pinch my nipples, Master. Please! Pinch them hard! Hurt me...I cannot explain right now. Please trust me...I need it." She hissed at me through her ragged panting. "Oh please, Master. Hurt me." I knew it was Seq-qah saying this, but she sounded like a different woman. I pinched them very hard. "Oh-h Yes-s-s-s-s!" She hissed. And then, she came. As usual, her essence gushed out of her, yet I felt that her orgasm was much more intense than any she had experienced before. It had scarcely passed when from her mind, I felt be beginning of another. "Master...Master.... I am going...to come again." She gasped seemingly unable to catch her breath.

"I know," I told her. "I can feel it."

I was becoming somewhat confused. I had had intimate relations with several women since my arrival on Terrania, but to be honest, none could compare to Seq-qah. She was the most caring, giving lover I had ever had sexual relations with. A large part of that was the emotional telepathy we shared, but there was more...much more. What it was, I did not yet know.

And now this slightly masochistic streak that ostensibly appeared from nowhere. In over 50 years on Earth, I was never able to fully understand women. It was rapidly becoming apparent I wasn't going to fair any better here. I chalked it up to her pregnancy and resigned myself to whatever came next, whatever that might be.

As Seq-qah continued to ride me, coming yet again, she bit me again. I was about to throw her off me before the venom could take effect when she said. Just a little bite, Master. Only to enhance thy enjoyment.

We were coming together. My cock felt as though it became as hard as steel as a monster orgasm rocked my body. It felt like it exploded as my seed sprayed inside her. Almost painful, but not quite. I groaned with pleasure as the orgasm washed through me. It felt as though I was shooting gallons of cum into her, although I realistically knew it could not be more than a tablespoon or two.

When the first spurt of cum shot into her, her orgasm suddenly intensified. She hissed savagely, sat bolt upright and as Ayl-lah had done, smacked her head on the bottom of the wagon, knocking herself senseless. She collapsed on me conscience, but just barely.

"Oh, Master...." She whispered, as her and I basked is sexual afterglow.

What did you mean, time is short? I asked her telepathically.

The first quarter will pass quickly enough, Master.

I grunted noncommittally. Gestation on Terrania was much different from back home. It is four cyclos (Terranian months), in duration, which, if I remembered correctly was roughly equivalent to eight months in Earth time. It is divided into quarters, unlike trimesters as it is on Earth.

What do you mean by that? That the first quarter will pass quickly enough, Seq-qah.

After the first quarter, I can no longer share the pleasures with thee, darling Master.

Why not? I was not aware of any medical reasoning behind such a restriction.

I do not know, Master. Other than that is the custom here.

Huh? Now I was really confused. The custom?

Yes, Master. It has been that way...always.

We'll see about that. I thought silently to myself.

With Seq-qah still lying on top of me, we both drifted off to sleep.

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I awoke in the morning as Seq-qah was trying to move off me and get up. I pulled her back, kissed her soundly and playfully swatted her bottom. "See to our breakfast, girl."

She giggled. "Yes, Master." She got up and ran off to take care of her usual morning ritual, including a bath in a near-by stream, and then to make breakfast for the two of us.

A short time later, I got up as well and walked, naked to the stream to bathe myself. I had no sooner arrived at the cool, rapidly running stream after stopping to empty my full bladder, when Noj-jah and Quz-zah also appeared and began to give me my morning bath. Noj-jah had even brought a large bowl hot water and shaved me. Quz-zah washed and combed out my hair and then they both helped me dressed in a slaver's outfit.

I returned to the camp to find Seq-qah sitting at a small table holding two plates of what looked like scrambled eggs and sausage along with some toast and coffee.

I sat down and asked her. "Why are you not eating?"

She then looked at me as if exasperated. A slave must always wait for her master to begin before eating, Master. She spoke to me telepathically.

Ah...yes. There is that. I replied sarcastically.

Master. Remember, thou art living on another world now. Not everything can be changed to suit thy way of thinking. She saw the anger flit across my face and went on quickly. Please, let me finish, Master. Many things you have told me of thine world sound very nice. I could live there with you very happily. I would even be thy...concubine...or mistress there if we were there.

Why mistress and not wife? I asked her.

She sucked in a deep breath and then starred at me in disbelief. Master?

What? I asked, not understanding her apparent shock.

Master, thou art human...Terranian, I am but a Qoo-jan slave girl. I am a physician, but I am still only Qoo-jan. It could never be...no matter how much I might wi.... Forgive me, Master...I talk too much.

No! Tell me what you're thinking! I shouted mentally at her.

Forgive me, Master. I cannot.

Why not?

It is forbidden, my Master.

What is forbidden? I prompted her.

A slave may never speak to her master of such things.

What things! I shouted into her mind.

She began weeping. I am sorry, Master. I cannot. It is, as I said, forbidden.

"Bah!" I barked, getting up and storming off. I didn't know whom I was angrier with. Her, for not truly telling me what was really on her mind, or myself, for not insisting on an answer.

"Master! Oh, please!" Seq-qah yelled after me. "I beg for thy forgiveness!" Even walking away as fast as I was, I could still feel her remorse...and a sadness unlike any I'd ever felt myself.

I tried to focus my mind on other things. In a short time, I had come to love Seq-qah unconditionally...but she was by far the most aggravating woman I've ever known. I momentarily put her out of my mind. Something else was most certainly wrong and I needed answers. My enemies were too well informed just to be a coincidence. There had to be a spy working against me. But where? Who?

The Olygard brought me to this world to save it. I knew it would not be easy, but it seemed as if fate itself was conspiring with my enemies to make it all but impossible. But succeed I would...I was determined. I'd had tough missions on Earth with the Marines. Force Recon had made me into a tough son of a bitch! This world had never seen my like before. Even this Kahn, who was also from my home world, would fall before me...I was sure. Once a Marine, always a Marine.

I chuckled softly to myself. My situation was unbelievably cliché to the point of being laughable. I thought of Edgar Rice Burroughs who wrote the Martian Tales. Of John Carter, a Confederate cavalry officer who went to Mars after the American Civil War and became a hero, married a princess and had many great adventures.

Then I thought of another writer back there on Earth, John Norman, whose character, Tarl Cabot went to a planet named Gor and also became something of a hero.

And now...David Davidson comes to Terrania to save that world from an evil warlord. I laughed. This might make for a good book back home as well. Except that, Earth was no longer my home.

Then there were all the women here. Depending on one's point of view, my sex life was one that nearly every man on Earth would kill for. Maybe all this was some elaborate dream...maybe I was still dying of cancer back on Earth. Who knows? Not I.

An idea occurred to me. I marched back into camp, found Kôjar and told him. "Gather everyone together...everyone. We need to have a meeting. I have new instructions." I ordered.

"Yes, M'lord. Right away." He saluted, turned and run off.

Seq-qah ran up to me. "Master?"

I gave her the 'talk to the hand' gesture to shut her up. "Not now! There are more important things going on at the moment."

Moments later, Kôjar returned. "All are gathered M'lord, save Zeq-qoh. He did not respond to me. Perhaps he is not well?"

"Where is he?" I commanded, my temper getting short.

"To the north of the camp." He said, pointing the direction.

I looked at Seq-qah. "Come!"

A minute later, I saw him, sitting on a log, starring into space.

Seq-qah and I approached Zeq-qoh. He had indeed changed since our sea voyage...particularly after the battle with the Black Dragon. It was just at that moment when the proverbial light bulb clicked on over my head.

"Zeq-qoh?"

He had apparently not noticed our coming. He jumped to his feet and though naked, saluted me in the Terranian fashion. "Yes, my Lord?"

"When I call for a meeting...I mean for everyone to be there, including you."

"I beg thy pardon, my Lord." He said dejectedly.

I looked straight into his eyes. "Lol-lah...right?"

He looked back at me stunned. "How did you...?"

There were several ways I could have answered his question. I chose the one I thought I thought would be easiest for him to understand. "Am I not the One?"

"Yes, my Lord." He answered awestruck.

"You loved her...didn't you?"

He hesitated a moment before answering. "Yes, my Lord. More than mine own life.

"Why do I sense that you wanted to die when they brought you before me earlier?" I queried.

He shrugged indifferently. "Without Lol-lah, there is no point in going on. After our mission was complete, we planned to seek thy permission to mate. But, now...."

"Enough...!" I barked loudly. "You will knock off this crap right now! You think you are the first to lose someone they love?" I stepped up to Zeq-qoh and by the time I finished speaking, I was nearly nose-to-nose with him.

"N-n-no, my L-L-Lord." He stammered his eyes wide. I could only hope that I was getting through to him.

"You did not know Tiq-qah, did you?"

"No, my Lord, I did not." It seemed to be he was regaining some of his composure.

"I loved her...after a fashion." I told him. "Not like, you did Lol-lah. When I became betrothed to Verella, I welcomed her and Tiq-qah into my home. In my eyes, I became responsible for them both. I failed! Verella is still a captive and Tiq-qah is dead. It tears me up inside. But, I have a mission to complete. When that is done, I can grieve properly...but, not 'til then."




On Another World Ch. 07



"Thou madest an absolutely heroic effort to save Tiq-qah, my Lord. She simply could not be saved. Thou cannot truly blame thyself, my Lord."

I nodded thoughtfully, slowly. "Nor could you have saved Lol-lah, Zeq-qoh."

He starred at me, started to speak, stopped and then nodded gradually. "I see, my Lord." He said finally. May I offer thee my sincerest apology?"

We'll talk about that later. For now, I need you to do something very important and I do not have time to explain yet. Come with us." I said, turning and then I strode back to camp.

A couple of minutes later, I looked out over my entire party. I couldn't resist an old joke I heard once on Earth. "I supposed you're all wondering why I asked you all here tonight." As I expected, nobody got it. I mentally shrugged and went on. "As I am sure, you all know by now that Seq-qah is carrying my child. While this pleases me beyond measure, it could cause a problem with our mission. The fact that her and I did conceive this child is apparently history making and we need to keep a low profile." I'm not sure they understood what low profile meant. I would explain in detail if any one asked.

I continued. "If any one, not a part of our party should ask, the baby is Zeq-qoh's. Tell any who may pry that I am breeding them." I pointed with my chin at Zeq-qoh and then at Seq-qah.

With my mind, I told Seq-qah. I would rather not do it this way, but for now, it is necessary.

I understand and agree, sweet Master, but I do not like it much.

I was about to continue speaking when a new voice entered my mind. Master, they are coming. Though the new voice spoke directly to and inside my mind, I recognized it.

Noj-jah?

Yes, Master.

Who is coming?

The Tushüks. Noj-jah said. The ones transporting thy first wife.

I turned and looked at Seq-qah who starred at me in wide-eyed amazement. I too, can hear her, Master.

That must be because of the bond we share. I said.

Yes, Master...that must be the reason. Noj-jah's voice echoed in my head sounding very happy to be able to communicate with someone other than me in this fashion. Seq-qah, art thou sure you canst hear me?

Indeed...easily, Noj-jah, sister. Seq-qah replied. Though they were certainly not related in any way, but many female slaves who have the same master often refer to one another as sister.

Noj-ah got back to business. They should pass by here before this sun reaches its zenith, Master. It is a very large party and.... She paused a moment. There is something else, Master. I know not yet what it is.

There could be no doubt that something of Njörun remained within Noj-jah. How many, Noj-jah?

A hundred...at the very least, Master. More, I am sure. Someone very important is traveling with them.

I looked about and realized none of the others could hear my telepathic communications. But, they all knew I had this ability with Seq-qah and appeared to be waiting patiently.

"Noj-jah, inform every one here what you just told me."

If anyone was surprised that I also spoke telepathically with her as well as Seq-qah, they did not show it. Noj-jah did as I asked and within a few minutes, everyone was up to speed, so to speak.

I picked it up. "As many of you know, Kahn...and maybe the Tushüks seem to be very well informed. Too much so. I have no way of knowing if my decoy has been uncovered or not. So, until this mission is complete, I am not Dee-Ess. I shall henceforth be called David." I said having decided to use the name I had on Earth.

Zeq-qoh stepped forward and spoke. "It shall be as you say David-Sir." He seemed to be his old self again, partially at least. Excepting the slaves, I would now be addressed as David-Sir. The 'Sir' would follow my name...unlike the title for knights on Earth. Sir is a title given to the lower ranked nobility on this world. Also used by anyone not a slave, when addressing his or her employer.

I was about to continue when I was interrupted by two voices inside my head. Master! It was Seq-qah and Noj-jah, of course.

What?

We are being watched again. Seq-qah informed me.

By whom?

We know not, Master. It was Noj-jah this time.

"Oh happy days." I muttered to myself sarcastically. I suspected that it was the Tushüks, but I had no proof. It was just a feeling. I could not think of anyone else...except bandits and this was not their usual method of operation.

I thought quickly before giving instructions. "Seq-qah, you and Noj-jah finish filling in the others. Zeq-qoh, come with me."

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As I lay in my bedroll that later that night, I felt a warm naked body slip in next to me. I turned to kiss Seq-qah, but was very mildly surprised to find it was not her. It took me a moment to recognize Quz-zah smiling at me. She whispered to me. "It is believed that we are being watched. This is for your safety, Master."

Quz-zah was easily the youngest of the girls on my chain, so to speak. As with all the others, she was lovely and eager to please. She was a little thicker in the body than the others were. Not quite chubby, by any means. But, she was as close to being fat as anyone I had seen on this world. She looked at me hopefully and asked. "Shall we, Master?"

"Shall we what?"

She lightly thrust her mound against my thigh, and then began fondling my rapidly hardening shaft. She grinning mischievously, she said. "A woman has needs too, Master." I was about to shake my head no, when she went on. "If we are indeed being watched...." She trailed off in a barely audible whisper.

"No!" I whispered harshly. Any other man...including myself many years ago would have jumped at a chance like this.

I could both see and feel her disappointment, but at least she didn't argue. "As you wish, Master."

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep when a loud commotion brought me wide-awake. I saw a figure running in my direction. A young man with a dagger in his hand. Then, suddenly a dart seemed to appear in the middle of his chest. He slowed, looked at the dart and then brought his hand up to his mouth. Two more steps and he fell face down next to the cook fire.

I, with Quz-zah and Seq-qah was by his side an instant later and rolled him onto his back. He weakly brought his blade up and tried to slash at Seq-qah. The blade of the dagger was coated with something...some kind of poison, there could be no doubt. I quickly stepped on his wrist, immobilizing it.

"That one...." He said looking at Seq-qah, "...that one killed my mate." He coughed and I noticed the inside of his mouth turning black.

I looked at Seq-qah. Poison...there is nothing we can do. She told me.

Who is he? I asked.

I know not, Master.

"Poor fool...." A female voice said. I looked.

It was Ayl-lah

"You know him?" I asked her.

"Yes, Master, I do. His name is...was Lu'uk."

I looked at the young man. He was dead. The blackness I saw before was spreading all over his face.

"I tried to take him alive, my Lord." Zeq-qoh said approaching. "Accept my apology."

"He took his own life, rather than be captured alive, Zeq-qoh. Do not concern yourself with his death." I told him. He shrugged and left us.

"He was not Tika's mate, but he loved her." Tika was the woman that Seq-qah had killed that night at the Tushük camp the night Tiq-qah was murdered. Memories of that night caused a wave of melancholy to sweep over me...along with guilt. I could not help but feel at least partially responsible for Tiq-qah's death.

Logically, I knew that I could not have saved her, but one's emotional mind is not always logical.

Ayl-lah smiled at me sadly. "Master...first, Seq-qah was right to kill Tika. She was a treacherous woman...mean and spiteful. She deserved to die. I have no doubt that she would have tried to kill you." She looked at Lu'uk. "He loved her unconditionally, even though she was cruel to him. Unbelievably cruel, Master. He was a nice boy."

Ayl-lah looked at me, her cheeks glowing in embarrassment. "I once offered him my virginity, but he only had eyes for her. Anyway, Tika would have never allowed it to happen."

"I know the type. There are men like that where I come from too. Not many, but there are a few." I looked down at the body and was somewhat stunned to see it almost fully desiccated and a dull black in color. A breeze blew in off the ocean without warning and the body turned into dust and was blowing away.

Seq-qah came to my side speaking softly. "It is the nature of that kind of poison, Master. It dries up every bit of moisture within a person's body...every drop of it."

"Is it painful?"

"I cannot say, Master. But, I have been told that there is no discomfort."

My next question was of more import to me. "Was it he who was watching us?"

"Perhaps Master, but I cannot be sure."

"Enough is enough." I muttered. No more of this bullshit. I just decided to do some things the way I wanted. Custom be damn. I looked at Seq-qah. Come girl, time to get some sleep."

But Master, your safety....

Now Seq-qah! I demanded.

As I climbed back into my bedroll, Zeq-qoh dragged the body away to be disposed of. Seq-qah timidly crawled in next to me. Master? Her mind whispered to mine.

Be silent, slave! Do not bother me further this night. I went to sleep feeling her fear and sadness. I know she felt my anger as a failure on her part. She hated to fail me.

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I woke in the morning with Seq-qah curled up in the fetal position. I rose from my bedroll, went down to the stream to clean up and start my day. Again, Noj-jah and Quz-zah were waiting to assist me. Afterward, I returned to the camp and told Kôjar to start making ready to break camp. "We'll not be leaving right away." I informed him.

I went to my table to eat breakfast. Seq-qah was there waiting. As usual, she had not yet started to eat herself...waiting for me to begin eating. I started and we ate in complete silence. The rest of the morning passed without incident. We made ready to depart and waited patiently.

Shortly before noon, I saw them. Noj-jah had been correct. The party was quite large indeed. It was led by more than a few warriors, all wearing a type of armor that I was not familiar with. As they came closer, I starred in disbelief. The leader was riding a horse! An honest to goodness horse! On Terrania? I thought. Now, how in the hell did that get here? It was a magnificent animal...huge. I'm no expert on horses, but it guessed it to be a Percheron or perhaps a Shire horse. It came toward us, prancing more than walking with its rider. Black or a very, very dark brown in color excepting its lower legs, which were snow white. The hooves were deepest ebony.

The rider sat tall in his saddle and was himself quite impressive. His armor was exquisitely ornate...almost gaudy. As he drew closer, I got my first good look at his face, as he wore no helmet. He had an obvious Asian look about him. This was a little surprising as there are two races on the world that resemble the Orientals of Earth...both are quite rare. But no, he did not look like either of them. He appeared as if he might be Chinese...or Mongolian!

Kahn! It had to be him! My brain went into overdrive. Did Kahn lead the party that kidnapped my women himself? I both doubted and suspected it was so.

Master! Seq-qah's voice fairly screamed in my head. Kôjar says that the man in front was the leader as the assassins who stole thy women and attempted to kill thee.

I am not surprised, little one. That is Kahn.

Suddenly, even from several yards away, I felt her fear

Master, she told me. Your disguise only makes you look older; it does not change your face. I knew she was worried that Kahn might recognize me. I, myself had no such concern. I recalled that when my appearance was first altered, that I almost did not recognize my own face.

Relax, mother of my child. We will be all right.

Yes, Master. My term of endearment to her eased her fear, but only a little.

I trust you, my Master.

You'd better. I chuckled.

Major Kôjar appeared at my side. "M'lord, we must be cautious. That's...." He spoke softly.

"I know...Seq-qah informed me already." I interrupted him.

"Still, M'lord."

"I have a plan forming in my mind already. And, my idea calls for boldness, Major."

"But...."

"There is a saying where I come from. 'Fortune favors the bold.' It has worked for me in the past."

Kôjar nodded slowly. "Perhaps you are right, M'lord. What shall we do?"

"Follow my lead." I told him as Kahn approached. I slumped my shoulders a bit and shuffled onto the road like an old man. I bowed my head and placed my right hand over my heart in Terranian salute. Disguising my voice, I said. "Good day to you, my lord."

He stopped his magnificent horse and looked down at me as if I were only an insignificant insect to be stepped upon. "What do you want, Slaver?" He asked me curtly as his entire party came to a halt.

"I would ask permission to join you party or to be allowed to follow behind it. We would have been long gone from here, but had a run in with bandits." It really grated on my nerves to act this obsequiously to my enemy, but I had a mission to complete and I was not in a position to do so at the moment.

"If you can keep up, your party can follow, but keep in mind that, it is not our job to provide protection to others." He said. It was as if just speaking to me was a large inconvenience. Then he looked at my slave wagon. Kahn's eyes passed over it seemingly with little or no interest. His eyes passed over Noj-jah then froze for a brief moment, and moved on. If I had not been paying attention, I might have missed it. I grinned inwardly. Ha! He wants her.

He likes you. I teled Noj-jah.

I know. She replied with perhaps a wee bit of snugness.

Noj-jah! I reprimanded her, but could not help smiling inwardly.

Forgive me, Master.

I turned to Kôjar. "Is all in readiness?"

"Yes, David-Sir. We wait only for your orders."

"The order is given."

"Yes, sir."

We fell in behind Kahn's party and followed the road northward away from the sea. The rest of the day's travel passed without notable event and we set up our camp just a few dozen yards from Kahn's. Seq-qah approached me. Master? Her word sounded very softly in my head.

Be silent, slave...leave me alone until you've learned to be fully honest...." I waved her away, but I could feel her heart breaking.

Yes, Master. She was weeping as she walked away. I hated doing this. I was gambling that I was more stubborn than she was.

I summoned Noj-jah who was standing near by. Prepare my evening meal, girl.

Yes, Master. She scurried away to do my bidding.

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As I sat, quietly eating my supper, all the others tending to other meaningless tasks as per my instructions, a man from Kahn's camp approached me dressed as a slaver, as I was. "Good evening to you sir. I am Su'ak"

"And to you." I replied in a friendly manner. "I am known as David."

I looked at him closely. He was Tushük. His eyes were dark, his hair thick, black and wavy, almost to the point of being curly. Brown skin. He could as passed for an Arab back on Earth. "May I see what you have?" This was 'Slaver Speak' meaning he wanted to see all of my slaves. This was also precursor to perhaps making a deal to sell or swap slaves.

I looked at him a moment as if seriously considering his request. I then snapped my fingers. What happened next occurred as if it was pre-planned, because in truth, it was. All my Qoo-jans came forward and knelt in a line to my left. Zeq-qoh at the far end as was the custom. Seq-qah, who had special status as my physician, immediately to my right.

Su'ak raised his right hand, snapping his fingers. A long line of eight Qoo-jans appeared and knelt to his left. A woman also approached and took position to his other side. She wore the short skirt, sandals and bracelet of a slave, but she was not Qoo-jan. She was Tushük. The sides of her head appeared shaved and tattooed the same as Seq-qah's. Obviously, she must be Su'ak's physician.

As if reading my mind, she smiled at me with a look I can only describe as sexual frankness. "I am Say'ah, third physician to Kahn." At that, I mentally shrugged. Can't be right every time, eh? No need to concern myself with that. It did not really matter.

I looked back at Su'ak. "Well?" It was time to cut to the chase.

"Swap or straight out sale?" He asked me.

"It depends on which one you're interested in."

"My lord Kahn saw one that captured his interest, friend."

Of course, I already figured out that Kahn wanted this slaver to purchase Noj-jah for him. And while that decision had been made some time ago, I had to feign reluctance. "And which one is that?" I asked, pretending to be rather bored with the proceedings.

He pointed at Noj-jah casually. He too was acting. Then he indicated Ayl-lah. "And maybe that one as well."

I looked to my right. "Noj-jah, present yourself. And Ayl-lah, when she is finished.

Noj-jah stood, walked over to stand in front of Su'ak and smiled sweetly down at him. Next, she turned slowly before him, her hands behind her neck, fingers interlaced. A full 360º. When she was done, she knelt before him, within easy reach. Her firm round bottom resting on her heels with her knees spread impossibly wide to allow her prospective new master access to her. He groped and fondled her for a bit. Then he nodded his dismissal to her. Then the process was repeated with Ayl-lah.

As Su'ak put his hand between Ayl-lah's thighs, he licked his lips lasciviously. I instantly knew he wanted her for himself. I was not sure if I would be willing to give her up. It was clear that I allowed myself to become too emotionally attached to these girls.

Ayl-lah got to her feet when released and slowly walk back to her place in line. As she approached Noj-jah, she inexplicably tripped over her own feet and fell striking her head on Noj-jah's knee. All the others jumped up to assist Ayl-lah. I then noticed that they were shielding her from Su'ak's line of sight. Noj-jah and Ayl-lah quickly pressed their foreheads together which was a quick silent way from them to communicate. A moment later, all was as it was before.

Su'ak smiled at me. "I would like to procure those two." Of course, he pointed out Noj-jah and Ayl-lah.

With no warning at all, a fiendish idea popped into my head. "Well, I'm not too sure. Is it not the custom to show all of one's trading stock?"

A dark look flashed across Su'ak's features. "What do you mean, David?" Then I knew I was right. I had busted him. He knew it and did not like it.

Then he gave a smile that fell well short of his eyes. "I did not think you'd be interested in breeding stock. And yours?" He asked thinking to bust me too.

"I have but one, right now." I patted Seq-qah's thigh as if she was a prize bull at a livestock show. "And...." I said grinning. "She just recently became impregnated." I said casting a knowing glance at Zeq-qoh.

"Ah...thinking of getting into breeding?" Su'ak asked trying to cover his loss of composure.

"I am no longer a young man. I am seeking easier work for my twilight years." I told him. It is common on this world for some men the switch from slaving to breeding as they get older.

He shrugged and spoke softly to Say'ah, who got up and padded quickly away. While she was away, I looked over the slave girls that he had brought with him. As with all other women on this planet, they were all very lovely to look upon. Two of the eight were quite young, looking to be the Earth equivalent of perhaps 12 or 13. While another appeared to be closer to Seq-qah's age. The young ones looked at me pleadingly. Moments later, Say'ah returned with four more Qoo-jan women.




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My heart immediately began to pound in my chest. I was very briefly awestruck. Fortunately, Su'ak was distracted and did not notice. Among the four just brought before me were Qaj-ah and Qij-jah!

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To be continued....

Author's Note:

Like many of you, I am sometimes frustrated waiting for a new chapter to a story I like. If I had to make a living by writing, I would have starved to death long ago. I am most likely amongst the slowest of all the writers here on Literotica, but barring a meteor strike on my home...or a volcanic eruption from beneath it, I will continue to write. I can only ask and thank you for your continued patience.

DS



On Another World Ch. 08



Greetings once again, readers. I realize this chapter came very fast. Don't ask me how it happened. I do not know. I started this chapter and it kinda ran away with me. I wrote most of it over the last weekend. Bottom line...It would be better if don't get used to it. The way my luck runs, I'll be back to my normal snail's pace here again, eh? (With apologies to my Canadian neighbors to the north.)

There is brief mention of sensory deprivation in this chapter. In the little research I did on this, I learned that it's something I would not like to experience. Deprived of any sensory input, the human mind loses all track of time. What might seem like hours or days in one of these chambers, can turn out to be only minutes in real time. I've even read of people losing their mind inside one of these.

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As stunned as I was, I knew that now was not the time to react. It was probably a good thing that due to my disguise and the dim light of the camp fire that neither had recognized me yet. Although our bond would let them both know soon, that I was near-by. Somehow, I was able to keep my surprise off my face.

Lowering my head and trying to appear even more bored. I said to my physician, Seq-qah! Those two! They are....

I know who they are, Master. Seq-qah interrupted me. Then, Wait...I have an idea. With that, she jumped to her feet and sauntered casually to the new arrivals. She looked over her shoulder and asked. "Master, My Lord Su'ak, may I examine them?" With a nod from me and a noncommittal grunt from him, she went to the near end of the line of newcomers. The first was a terribly cute little slip of a woman from one of the races on Terrania, which slightly resembled the Asians of Earth. This one was of a race called the Hungtau. She had lemon-yellow skin, long straight black hair that hung to mid-thigh on her. Her eyes were slanted in such an exaggerated way as to be almost cartoonish. Her breasts were so small; they could barely be considered breasts. Being what one might call a tiny tit lover back on Earth, they actually rather appealed to me. As a slave being considered for sale or trade, she was, of course naked.

The examination Seq-qah was to perform was to be honest, quite sexual in nature. Basically, she would test the girl to see how fast she could become aroused. And how quickly she could be made to come. Also, how hard she would come.

First, Seq-qah looked her in the eye. "Name?" She asked.

"I am Suulee, my Lady." The girl answered her timidly.

"I am no lady. I am a slave...the same as you. You may call me Seq-qah."

A weak smile. "Yes, my La...Seq-qah."

Seq-qah then kissed Suulee intimately directly upon her lips. Suulee returned the kiss with scarcely contained passion. Next, Seq-qah stepped behind the girl, reaching around and cupping her tiny breasts. Then, she tugged lightly on Suulee's nipples. With my enhanced hearing, I heard a soft moan of pleasure emanate from her throat. Her cheeks flushed a burnt orange in color. Her breathing quickened to shallow panting. Then a whisper. "Please, Seq-qah...pleasure me. Please bring me off...."

Here's a girl who very clearly is not getting enough. I chuckled to myself. I watched with apparent disinterest as Seq-qah released the girl's breasts, wrapped her left arm around her waist and lowered her right hand to Suulee's pubic mound. Then, she grazed her fingertips over her vulva. Another soft whisper. "Oh please, Seq-qah." Seq-qah then slipped two fingers into Suulee's wetness and began probing inside her

Suulee's hips started jerking spasmodically. She moaned softly and reached for Seq-qah behind her, whose eyes were turning gold with arousal. A short moment later, there could be no doubt, what was happening behind Suulee's back. Now it was a race to see who could make who come first. This is normally frowned upon, but neither Su'ak nor I said anything. Also normally, Suulee would not have stood a chance in the girls' little game, but Seq-qah was in the first quarter of her pregnancy and was very sensitive. Suulee's orange flush spread down her neck to her shoulders.

And then...with a grunt, Suulee came. Cum trickled down both her thighs. Her arms and legs went limp and she nearly collapsed. If Seq-qah hadn't been holding on, she would have fallen to the ground. She was not unconscious and had a soft satisfied smile on her face. When she regained control of her legs, she turned and kissed Seq-qah on her lips. "Thank you, dear one. You can not know how much I needed that." Seq-qah cocked an inquisitive eyebrow. The girl went on. "I am a breeding slave, yes. But the only male breeders he has...." Suulee pointed at Su'ak with her chin. "...are Qoo-jan and is not compatible with me, as you know. So I must wait until we return to Zoqeland."

"What of your pleasure?" Seq-qah inquired. Among all the races on Terrania, sex is considered important to every person's health and well-being. Even if they are not genetically compatible to procreate, normally they're still permitted to engage in some sexual activities. Suulee just shrugged.

Seq-qah turned to me. "This one is probably satisfactory. She is fast to become aroused, but climaxes a little too quickly." She went to the next girl; a Qoo-jan named Sol-lah and repeated the process. This time, she allowed to girl to drop to her knees as she came. Again, she looked at me. "An excellent breeder, Master."

Then she came to Qaj-jah, who seemed resigned to her fate. First Seq-qah kissed Qaj-jah, and then just for a second or two, brought their foreheads together. Qaj-jah's eyes widened for and moment, but she said nothing, giving Seq-qah a quick nod. Neither Su'ak nor Say'ah noticed. Say'ah was busy trying very hard to be enticing so as to distract me, which was the normal practice. And Su'ak was gazing lustily at Ayl-lah.

Seq-qah completed Qaj-jah's 'exam', went to Qij-jah, and did exactly the same to her. Once again, no one took note of what she did.

When Seq-qah finished with Qij-jah, she smiled at all the girls and turned away from them. As Seq-qah slowly returned to me...Master, they are ready. I told them they were about to be rescued from the breeding farms. I did not; however inform them of thy presence. Too much information, too fast perhaps?

You're right, of course. They'll know soon enough.

As Seq-qah knelt back at my side, Say'ah got to her feet and asked to examine my slaves, as I expected her to. To the uninitiated, all of this may seem like a very long, time-consuming process...and it is. Time here is not the same as on Earth. On Terrania, I had a life expectancy of over a thousand years, so simply put...we had all the time we needed...and then some.

And...as I expected, Noj-jah and Ayl-lah were the first examined. Say'ah went down the line to make a show of it. I knew the only two he was really interested in. As Say'ah started on the fourth girl in line, Quz-zah, Noj-jah's voice sounded inside my head. Master?

Yes?

Ayl-lah begs that she be traded with me. She also wants to be an agent for you.

What do you think? I asked her.

It is probably a good idea, Master. She loves thee and is totally devoted to thee. She also knows that she can never be as close to thee as Seq-qah is. This way, she can at least still serve thee.

I thought about it briefly, sighed and told Noj-jah. Okay...I'm not very sure about this, but I'll accept your recommendation.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Noj-jah give Ayl-lah a slight nod. Ayl-lah looked at me, smiling demurely.

About an hour later, all the 'examinations' completed, Say'ah returned to Su'ak's side and knelt.

He smiled at me as if he had a secret. "I want those two." He said indicating Noj-jah and Ayl-lah, as I knew he would.

I feigned surprise and disappointment. I then pretended to think long and hard. "They are my best. If you expect me to give them both up, I want your breeding stock...all four of them." I said, my voice filled with reluctance.

Su'ak looked at me as if I just slapped him. "Four for two? What kind of trade is that? Be reasonable!" If Say'ah was surprised, she did not show it.

I regarded Su'ak as if considering his words. Then I took a gamble albeit a safe one. I knew Kahn wanted Noj-jah. I raised my right hand, snapped my fingers twice and stood. Seq-qah and all of the others also stood and turned to leave.

We hadn't made it three steps when.... "Wait!" Su'ak sounded as if on the edge of panic. I had won...and he and I knew it. I also knew that Kahn would in some way compensate him for any perceived loss, although he still hated to lose.

I walked back to where he was now standing. "We have a deal?" I asked him.

'We do...." Came his short answer.

Then we both pull daggers from our belts. A small cut in the palm of the left hand...just enough to produce a drop or two of blood. We then shook hands to seal the deal. It was much like a handshake on Earth albeit with the left hand.

We parted company without another word, as was the custom. Noj-jah and Ayl-lah left with them. Qaj-jah, Qij-ah and the others came with me.

Near the center of camp, I turned to look at my 'Q-girls. I was more than a little pleased to have them back.

I waited.

Seq-qah brought my new acquisitions to me...Suulee, Sol-lah and of course my 'Q-girls'. As the approached me, I heard Qaj-jah say to Qij-jah. I feel something...or someone familiar. I would swear that is our master."

"If only it was...if only our master still lived." Qij-jah responded quite sadly.

Seq-qah smiled at them knowingly. "Remain silent and do not react...and I shall give thee happy tidings."

The girls looked at her, puzzled.

"Your master lives." She told them, her smile widening.

Then they saw me and recognized me. For a brief moment they starred, dumbfounded.

A moment later, the Tushüks were gone and Qaj-jah and Qij-jah threw themselves into my arms. They were laughing and crying with joy. "Oh, Master." They said in unison. Qaj-jah went on. "They told us thou wert dead! Oh, thank Kriegor thou art not!" They both clung to me raining kisses all over my face. "We are back with thee, where we belong." The joy and happiness they felt was nearly overwhelming. Tears threatened to escape from my own eyes.

"Kahn stole us from thee. He is even more evil than we were told." Qij-jah said, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

Then, they looked at one another nervously. Qaj-jah went on hesitantly. "We have news, Master." I could tell that the news was not good.

"Go on." I said.

"It's about thy first wife, Verella...." She paused not wishing to continue, but knowing she had to.

"Qaj-jah! Tell me...no more stalling."

"Well, Master. I fear she may no longer be devoted to you." I could feel her fear and sadness as she told me this.

I looked at her and nodded thoughtfully. "Explain further."

An hour later, I was seething with anger. Qaj-jah told me that from the first, Kahn had raped Verella repeatedly. Rape on this world was so rare; there wasn't even a word for it. Qaj-jah simply referred to it as being forced. "Master, he forced her each and every night then would not allow her sleep with him. He uses her still and then, even now, locks her away and forbids her to have any contact with anyone." I starred at her in disbelief. Terranians are an extremely social people. Verella more so than most. To shut her away like that and refuse her any kind of human interaction was the absolute worst kind of torture. For a Terranian, this is even worse than total sensory deprivation is on Earth. I'd read a lot about sensory deprivation. Imagine being locked away. Unable to see anything. Unable to hear anything...even your own voice. Unable to feel or even smell...anything! Now imagine being sealed in a chamber for this purpose for hours. I'd read about a man locked away in a sensory deprivation chamber for one day...not even a full day and emerged little more than a blubbering idiot. That is what this kind of isolation is like to a Terranian.

By now, Qij-jah, Seq-qah and the others were weeping openly. Qaj-jah went on. "Now each night, she goes to him very willingly and each night after he uses her, he sends her away crying piteously. He is without equal in his cruelness, Master." I felt Qaj-jah's sorrow.

"Small wonder." I muttered. To be isolated from any contact for all but one-quarter hour of each day...to be treated cruelly for that quarter hour was better than no interaction at all. This would be especially true for Verella. Yet another reason to kill this son of a bitch. I though to myself.

Qaj-jah continued. "Thy first wife cannot help herself...locked up alone every day, almost all day. Any woman would happily give herself, even to the cruelest man, rather than being alone. And he is very cruel to her, Master. He gives no thought to her pleasure, only his own." She took a deep breath before going on. "Every night she is literally dragged back to her cage, and I could hear her beg him to let her stay...." Qaj-jah hesitated and then. "Master, she has even begged him to be given to his men instead of locking her away again."

"Does she believe me dead as well?" I asked.

Qij-jah answered. "We do not know, Master. But...it does seem likely." Both girls were still clinging to me as if I might vanish if they weren't holding on.

Qaj-jah spoke again. "Master, mine sister and I beg thee to forgive her."

"There is nothing to forgive." I said. "Under the circumstances, would it not be foolish to hold her responsible?"

This was one of the things that bothered me most during my research of this, my new home world. Terranians and to a lesser degree, Qoo-jan's crave...even need what we call human interaction to the point that no one on Earth could ever understand, nor even believe...myself included. To be deprived of this, to them is far worse than any physical torture.

Perhaps that was one of the reasons that rape was all but unknown on this world. All a man had to do, was to lock away, to isolate the woman he desired for a day or so and she would go to him and fulfill his every wish...just to be with, touch or even just see another living being. This, to me was rape. I saw the isolation as a type of coercion. No matter what the Terranians call it...to me, it is still rape. This type of isolation is, of course a capital crime on Terrania and is punishable by death. My guess was that Kahn thought of himself as being above the law.

"This cannot be allowed to continue." I said, mostly to myself as my mind raced. I had to do something.

Qaj-jah turned and spoke softly to Seq-qah. "It is thou who hast seen to our master's needs in our absence?"

"I have tried. Although I cannot be sure I have accomplished my duties as well as you have in the past." Seq-qah responded. She gazed at me lovingly.

"I am sure thou didst quite well." Qaj-jah said. She then gave Seq-qah a knowing look. "Ah...now I see. Thou dost love him, dost thou not?

A small-embarrassed nod. "I do."

"There is more." I interrupted. "Seq-qah is with child."

The 'Q-girls' went to Seq-qah and hugged her happily. Then their eyes turned suspiciously to Zeq-qoh.

I knew they would make this assumption. "The child is mine."

They starred at me in disbelief.

Qij-jah was the first to speak. "But how...?"

"This cannot be possible." Qaj-jah murmured, still in shock.

"It is true." Said Lot-tah, strolling up to us. The woman had a knack for showing up at just the right moment.

"Thou art sure?" Qij-jah asked still not believing it.

"I do not lie." Lot-tah told her, resentment tingeing her voice.

"Forgive me, my Lady." Qij-jah said contritely

"Your confusion is understandable," the seer remarked, her mild anger slowly evaporating.

The hugs were renewed, then repeated with me as congratulations were offered. "We are so very happy for you, Master." Qaj-jah was beaming.

Qaj-jah was just as happy, but also very obviously confused. "I cannot understand this, Master. I have always been taught that it simply is not possible."

"Lot-tah has confirmed it...the child is mine."

Lot-tah spoke again. "I do not understand it either. But there can be no doubt. Like you, I know of the myths and legends. I know it to be a good thing. This is...well, it is history making.

"She...." Qaj-jah was looking at Seq-qah. "...is first girl now." I was more than a little surprised that beside the disappointment I knew I would feel from her, I felt absolutely no jealousy. None at all. Only admiration.

I open my mouth to try to explain, but she cut me off. "She will be the mother of thy first child. It is only natural for her to be first now." She smiled softly at me. "Remember Master, it is just not possible for me to envy her...or be jealous. Not like the women of thy world. Of course, I shall envy her a little perhaps, but not in a bad way. I shall love thee all the rest of my days...and her as well."

That was a natural by-product, for lack of a better term, of the bond I shared with her. Due to that bond, those I cared for, she would care for. Those I loved, she would love. Those I hated, she would hate. She was completely bound to me, emotionally. It was the same with Qij-jah...and of course Seq-qah. As long as I loved them, they would love me...and one another.

All these women...What was I to do? I cared a lot for Tiq-qah, but she was dead, burned to death by the Tushüks. I also cared a great deal for Verella, who was now a captive of Kahn and by all accounts was being tortured mercilessly. I loved the 'Q-girls', but I loved Seq-qah completely!

It had been a very long day and it was time to end it. I undressed and crawled into my bedroll.

Seq-qah came to my bedroll a short time later and made ready to climb in next to me. Master? She was alone. That Qaj-jah and Qij-jah was not with her did not surprise me in the least. Seq-qah was recognized as first girl and the 'Q-girls' would not join us uninvited.

Be silent slave! Remain silent until you're ready to be fully honest. I would not push her away, but I could ignore her until she decided to tell me all that was on her mind.

As you wish, Master. Her voice in my head changed.

I looked at her.

"Okay, Master...I shall tell thee." She said to me quietly and fearfully, speaking aloud.

I sat up in my bedroll and gazed at her kneeling on the ground less than two feet away. Then I gestured her to go on. "We don't have all night, Seq-qah." I said with just a hint of impatience.

"It goes hand in hand with the legend of a Terranian master and his Qoo-jan slave who become pregnant with his child."

"Yes...?"

He took her to be his wife; they had two more children and according to legend lived a long and happy life together. It occurred long before our history became recorded. It was said that Grey One's took the children away to another place for their own safety.

"Why?" I asked her. If the legend was true, it took place well over 5,000 cycles ago. "Was there a danger to the children?

"Nobody knows, Master." She gave me a timid smile. "Since then, many Qoo-jan slave girls have secretly wished to be wed to their masters...and hopefully bear them children. Though each one knows that it can never be."

"So, deep in your heart, you wish to be my wife?"

"It can never be, Master." She said sadly.

"What does the law here say about that?"

"There is no law regarding that." Lot-tah interrupted approaching the wagon. "It was not my intent to eavesdrop. I was on my way to the river to bathe and could not help but overhear." She stood there with a bar of soap in her hand and a towel draped over her arm. Otherwise, she was nude. "Although there is no recorded instance of a Terranian and a Qoo-jan ever being married, there is no law forbidding it."




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"Why not?"

"I cannot say...I do not know, my Lord." Then Lot-tah knelt next to my bedroll, put a hand gently on my cheek and pulled me toward her. Briefly, I was worried that she was going to kiss me. Despite her age, she was quite attractive, having the body of a fit fifty-year-old on Earth, but I knew her to be well over 600 years of age.

Instead, she brought my forehead in contact with hers. As with the others, I could feel her emotions clearly...along with something else. A few of her thoughts came through as well. An idea started forming in my head. "Can it be done?" I whispered to Lot-tah.

"Yes, my Lord...it can." She replied

"Will there not be difficulties?

"Maybe some in the beginning, but...." Lot-ah smiled a knowing smile. "...are you not The One?"

I nodded and then returned her smile. "Then, so be it."

Then Lot-tah did kiss me. It wasn't an intimate kiss, but more than friends would usually share. She stood, turned and casually strolled to the river, shaking her hips a little more than normal.

Seq-qah giggled. "I think that maybe she wants thee, Master."

I looked at her sharply.

Immediately, she lowered her head to the ground, but her eyes did not leave mine. Please, Master. Forgive this silly unworthy slave. I meant no disresp.... She was unable to continue because I reached out snatched her from the ground and kissed her deeply. Oh, Master....

We made love and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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I awoke to find Seq-qah's naked body snuggled tightly against mine. A blissful smile covered her face as she smiled at me. She appeared to have awoken just minutes before me.

She hugged me, and then kissed my chest. Good morning, my sweet Master.

And to you, dearest Seq-qah. I was in an exceptionally good mood. Even with my mood though, I was still deeply concern with Verella's predicament. I had to do something, but what?

The near by stream was not wide nor deep enough to bathe properly, but I noticed, as Seq-qah and I crawled out of the bedroll that Qaj-jah and Qij-jah had filled two tubs of water from it. One was heated for shaving. The 'Q-girls' would give me my bath while Seq-qah shaved me.

Just as she finished, soft voice entered my head as if from far away. Master? It is I, Noj-jah. Her voice, while clear, had a distant echo like quality to it.

Yes Noj-jah, I can hear you.

Good Master, Ayl-lah and I are well

I got straight to business. Report.

All thou hast been told about Kahn is true, Master. Especially concerning his treatment of thy first wife. Worse yet, the guards mistreat her terribly. They force her to serve their pleasure after he is done with her. Kahn knows this and says nothing to them.

Seq-qah spoke. By Kriegor's love, something must be done, Master. For Seq-qah to invoke Kriegor's name, she must have been truly upset.

Something shall be done! I said. I just didn't know what...yet.

The slave wagon she is kept in, is well separated from the others and is at the edge of the camp. That is all for now, Master. I shall report more to thee as I learn it. Noj-jah said then broke the connection.

As we broke down the campsite, I sought out Kôjar and said to him. "Take your time, Major. We need to get some distance between Kahn and ourselves." I unrolled a map, laid it out, and pointed. "See the fork in the road here?" He nodded. "Kahn will go west here...we shall take the right fork and head north."

"Then you're going after her?" He asked.

"I must. I just cannot leave her in that situation. Was she not taken from me in the first place?" I said, warming to my still growing anger. "Kidnapped! Taken against her will!"

"What is your plan, M'lord?"

I chuckled. "Still working on that. I'll let you know."

About an hour after resuming our travels, we came to the fork in the road that Kôjar and I had discussed before starting out that morning. Kahn, as I knew he would, went to the left, following the main road leading him back to Zoqeland. We turned right on the lesser traveled path to the north. It went on north for a league or so, and then turned west, running parallel the main road for 20 leagues before turning back north to the coast, several weeks away.

We decided to take a short break to enjoy the noonday meal, when a slightly panicked voice echoed in my head. Master! Master! 'Tis I, Noj-jah. Something just must be done....

What? Tell me what's going on there.

Master, Kahn no longer has any interest in thy first wife. He told her this much. He has now decided to keep her locked away until we reach Zoqeland, where he plans to execute her. He told her that he is going to burn her alive.

He's no longer raping her?

No, Master...he has me now. Disgust was evident in her voice.

I sighed. You had to know what you were getting yourself into. I wish there was something I could do, nonetheless.

No matter, Master...I am serving thee.

It's too much....

Nay Master. Satisfying his buffoonish carnal desires is a small price to pay to be of service to thee.

I must find a way to rescue her.

Be careful, Master.

The connection between Noj-jah and me was broken again.

"Kôjar.... I yelled. "...We will have a meeting when we stop for the night...let everyone know."

He appeared before me an instant later. "It shall be as you say M'lord. May I ask you what the meeting is for?"

"I'm going after my wife."

Travel resumed after while. I was formulating a plan in my mind as to how to get Verella out of there and away from Kahn.

Seq-qah rode at my side. Will it be this night, Master?

I looked at her.

Will it be this night we fetch thy first wife?

Not we! You will remain behind at the camp.

No Master, I shall be accompanying thee. The law is clear. It is my right.

She was right, of course. The law was on her side. Much to my chagrin, the laws heavily favored expectant mothers. "Very well." I sighed.

I spoke to Kôjar and even got some input from Zeq-qoh. I would need as many Qoo-jans as I could get. Few are better at close-in silent killing.

Late in the afternoon, we camped. I concentrated. Noj-ah?

I am here, Master. Her response was immediate.

Have you set up camp yet?

Just now...Verella's wagon will be on the north side. And Master? I beg thee to be careful.

I shall do so. I said, ending contact.

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That night, I assembled my rescue party. Qaj-jah, Qij-jah and Seq-qah would be coming. I tried without success to exclude Seq-qah due to her pregnancy. I silently curse her extensive knowledge of Terranian law, which stated that she was in fact, within her rights to come along, even as dangerous as it would be. Zeq-qoh, Zeq-qah and Zog-gah would also be accompanying me. All were dressed for combat...and armed. I had decided to discard my slavers garb and go back to my chain mail and the black and gold tunic.

Of course, Kôjar would also be coming along and Garinn, the quiet young corporal. I checked everyone's weapons and equipment. I had put a shoulder holster on Seq-qah so she was also armed with a .45 along with her kattari. I pulled the Colt from its holster to ensure that the silencer had been screwed onto the end of the barrel. I replaced it and while still holding it, I patted mine. Only as a last resort. I told her. She nodded her understanding.

All the others would also dress for battle, but would remain behind to guard the camp.

It was about an hour before full dark, but we were all ready to go. Then, Lot-tah was there. "My Lord, thou must needs reconsider this plan!" It wasn't a shout, but she spoke forcefully.

"I must do this... surely you can see that."

"I understand that, but I have seen death. I know not yet whose."

"Mine?" I asked her.

"Nay, my Lord, but someone close to thee."

"Are you sure?"

"My Lord, a seer sees what will most likely come to pass, not what will come to pass. I cannot be positively certain. Remember too, my Lord, these events I see can change over time."

I looked at her a long moment. "I cannot leave her there like that! It's just too..." I stopped, not sure what to say. Cruel didn't even close to describing what Kahn was doing to Verella.

Lot-tah nodded sadly. "I understand...and with reluctance, I agree to a point. I felt that it was necessary to warn thee of the dangers though, my Lord." She looked at me, opened her mouth to speak, but did not. She started to speak again, and again she said nothing.

"What is it, Lot-tah?" I said a bit gruffer than I meant to.

She looked up at me almost timidly, which was a bit of a surprise, as I knew there wasn't a timid bone in her little body. "My lord," she started. "Given all that has passed and Kahn's plans for her. I cannot help but wonder that if rescue is not possible...." She hesitated. "...perhaps death would be preferable to thy first wife."

"Let her die? Or worse yet, kill Verella?" I almost shouted. "Murder her?" This time I did shout. All those gathered around stopped and starred at Lot-tah and I, not knowing what we were talking about.

"My Lord! I..." She paused. "...forgive me, my Lord. I should not presume to speak for another."

I lowered my voice so that only she could hear me. "Lot-ah, you know I am from another world. Your ways are not mine. You're suggesting that I kill... murder an unarmed woman in cold blood."

"It would not be murder, my Lord. It would be a mercy... a..."

"The word on my world is euthanasia... and I'm not sure I can do that to her."

"I cannot speak for her, my Lord, but I know that I would rather die than go through what is being forced upon thy first wife." She went on. "I am saying this should be considered only if her rescue is not possible. Her sanity cannot last much longer."

"No, I cannot!" I snarled through clenched teeth. What pissed me off the most was that Lot-tah's suggestion made sense... to a point. Still, I did not think I could ever bring myself to kill her.

"I will be accompanying you on this mission, my Lord."

"Like hell..." I said, and then fell silent. The look on her face told me it would be useless to argue. I sighed. "You'll remain in the rear of our group and, you will take no risks... understand?

"Yes, my Lord."

We headed out to the north into the forest when it became fully dark. I left another of Kôjar's men in charge of the camp. Tomahn, a large and powerful looking young man. He was not the proverbial 'sharpest tool in the drawer' but was completely loyal. During the attempt on my life, he had killed two of the assassins simply by breaking their necks. His comrades joked that he was too dumb to ever be afraid of anything.

I estimated that it would take nearly two hours to reach the edge of Kahn's camp. We traveled in our initial northern direction for about two leagues at a slow run, the turned to the southwest without slowing our pace. It was a beautiful cloudless night. Dark, because none of Terrania's three moons had risen yet. The stars were too numerous to count. I could not help noticing a certain dim yellow star, around which the planet of my birth orbited. It lay near the center of a large constellation that resembled a peacock. The eastern sky was a tiny bit brighter than the rest. I knew that Qoo-jah, the nearest, largest and brightest of the moons would be rising in just over an hour. The brightest body in the sky now, Kyllajahr, a huge blue-green gas giant. The next planet out orbiting Sirius, Terrania's sun, was sinking in the western sky.

There were insects, similar to crickets on Earth chirping just as they do there. There were other kinds of night flora and fauna as well. Qo-chahks, small reptilian chicken-like creatures, which are actually native to Qoo-jah, but flourish here and are quite good to eat, would fly from tree to tree in search of food.

An hour after we departed our camp, we come to a wide rapidly moving river. Fortunately, it was shallow enough to wade across. Upon reaching the other side, my party and I continued westward. Despite Lot-tah's warning, this mission was unavoidable. It had to be done. I thought about what she'd told me. I was sure that I would not be able to take Verella's life. So, what would I do if the rescue proved impossible to accomplish? Regrettably, I had no answer for that question. Time seemed frozen. When would we get there?

Just as Qoo-jah began to peak over the horizon, we arrived at the northern edge of Kahn's camp. As Noj-jah had informed me, the slave wagon with the cage that contained Verella was there. An unlikely distance from everything else. This, I assumed, served to further isolate her. There were only two guards that I could see; each was 50 or 60 yards away from the wagon. With an almost imperceptible nod from me, the 'Q-girls' slipped quickly and quietly away to my left...Zeq-qah and Zog-gah to my right.

Unlike normal slave wagons, this one supported what looked more like a large metal strong box than a cage. It had louvered windows so anyone inside could see little or nothing outside. The sooner we eliminated the guards and got her out of there, the better.

A few minutes later, both guards were down, dead before they knew anyone was even close to them. The only sound, a barely audible 'zing' as the 'Q-girls' kattari made contact as the passed through the guard's neck from opposite sides. Then, my beautiful Qoo-jan warriors set up a loose defensive perimeter as the rest of us moved in.

We approached the wagon silently. I stopped less than ten feet away. With a short wave from me, Kôjar and Garinn snuck in the rest of the way. After a moment, they managed to untie the knots and opened the cage door.

What happened next, none of us could have anticipated. A naked, blonde haired woman flew out and attacked them. She hissed and spit at them like a mad alley cat, but was otherwise quiet. It was, as I expected, Verella. She bowled into Garinn, knocking him off his feet. She clawed his face and bit his left wrist. As Kôjar was attempting to get his arms around to subdue her, she snatched the dagger from his waist and jumped back. The look on Verella's face was wild...almost like an untamed animal, her eyes savage. She looked at Kôjar and then Garinn, not knowing either of them.

"No more!" She said in a harsh whisper. "No more!" Then before anyone could react, she turned the dagger in her hand and stabbed herself through the breast.

I ran to her as she slipped to the ground, seemingly in slow motion. I checked where the dagger protruded from her chest first. In her haste, she missed the heart, yet I could tell that her wound was still mortal. Nothing could save her now. "Verella!" I said, grief threatening to close all the air to my lungs.

She recognized me immediately. "My husband...." Her voice was scarcely more than a whisper. "...I thank all the deities than I was able to see you...to be with you one more time before my death." A tender smile. Kiss me once more, my husband." I kissed her gently. And then she raised a hand to caress my cheek, smiling. Then, her eyes went vacant, her hand fell to the ground and I knew she was gone.

For the next few moments, I could see or hear nothing. Profound grief consumed my every thought. I blamed myself for Verella's death. Even more than I blamed Kahn. If I had moved to rescue her sooner.... If I had loved her more. If...if.... "Ah, hell." I muttered and started crying in earnest.

The mission was a failure. Lot-tah appeared at my side. "I grieve with thee, my Lord." I felt her sadness mingle with my own. She had, as I expected, the good sense not to say 'I told you so'.

I sarcastically muttered. "It can't get any worse, can it?" Little did I know.

I looked about. It was time to head back. First, I checked my lovely black Valkyries...Zog-gah to the far right. All seemed well with her. Then Zeq-qah and Qij-jah...and finally Qaj-jah. She was the only one who'd actually witnessed Verella dying. She looked at me sadly. Then, the expression on her face changed. The sadness was replaced by confusion, followed by intense pain. I stared in shock as a bloody sword blade emerged in the center of her chest from behind. She looked down at the blade and then back at me. "Master, forgive me. I love th...." She fell face down on the forest floor and died. When she fell, her attacker was exposed. A young man with a self-satisfied grin on his face. "Stupid slave," he said.

Without thinking, I pulled out my Colt and shot the bastard right between the eyes and even before he fell; Seq-qah, Qij-jah and I were at Qaj-jah's side. Fortunately, for all of us, the sound of the silenced gunshot did not travel far.

This was absolutely devastating. First Verella and now Qaj-jah. I'd lost them both on a mission that probably was a mistake from the start. Verella took her own life, a terrible, unforgivable sin on this world. And Qaj-jah died asking my forgiveness for something that was not even her fault. A cold murderous rage enveloped me. I jumped to my feet... and then, inexplicably blacked out.

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I regained consciousness some time later. I was being carried on an improvised litter, and was crossing the river we had come across earlier. As I started to sit up, a firm gentle, hand stopped me. Lot-tah spoke in a hushed tone. "You will be fine, my Lord. It seems you temporarily lost your senses." She looked across the litter at Seq-qah. "You were going to attack Kahn and try to kill him."

Seq-qah gave me a weak smile and said, trepidation filling her voice. "We had to stop thee, Master. We were only nine...going after more than a hundred would have been foolish."

Lot-tah continued. "She bit thee... used her venom to stop thee from getting thyself killed... and the rest of us with thee. The effort would have been noble, but there was no chance of success."

Please...please forgive me, Master. Seq-qah said. My only thought was for thy safety. I cannot bear the thought of losing thee.

I was both angry and pleased with her. I did want to kill Kahn, but such an attack certainly would have been suicide. And Lot-tah was more of a Godsend than I ever imagined. She was easily as smart as I was and probably a whole lot wiser.

"The bodies...?" I managed to croak out.

"We brought them this far. The river here is swift and the southern coast is not far. It is our hope that by the time Kahn notices that anything is amiss, the bodies will have washed out to sea." Lot-tah said. "It is also our hope that he will think those guards stole Verella for their own use and ran away, taking her with them."

Seq-qah picked it up here. "Kôjar and Garinn cleaned up as best they could. There is no sign that we were ever there.

We reached the far riverbank. I watched as Kôjar, Garinn and Zeq-qoh released the bundled bodies and let the current take them downstream. The so-called 'empty husk' theory about the dead still bothered me a little. Although dead, Verella and Qaj-jah's bodies were still that...their bodies. On Terrania, the dead were processed and became fertilizer. Cemeteries and graveyards were virtually unknown. According to their beliefs, once Verella was dead, everything that was actually Verella went to the afterlife. I was and still am unclear if they believe it to be a physical place.

"They are with their gods." Lot-tah said quietly. I watched til I could no longer see them and then, we resumed our trek back to camp.

It was not yet midnight when we got back to camp. I was mildly surprised to see three bodies laid out at the edge. Tomahn approached and saluted me. "Bandits M'lord. I figure they saw you leave and assumed the camp would be unguarded. Well, I guess they assumed wrong, didn't they?" He was obviously quite pleased with himself.




On Another World Ch. 08



Kôjar stepped up to me. "Your orders, M'lord?"

"Pack up...we leave at once. Back to Tertapolis." Qoo-jah was now fully up in the night sky, so it was no longer fully dark and travel would not be a problem. I also thought it would be a good idea to put more distance between Kahn and us...in case he put two and two together.

Less than an hour later, we were on our way home. We would be going back by land. No sea voyage this time. Throughout the rest of the night and the next morning, nothing of note happened. All of those traveling with me...every single one of them gave me a great deal of space sensing that I wanted to be left alone. Even Seq-qah kept her distance. Just after sunrise, Noj-jah contacted me again.

Master, something had gone terribly wrong here. Thy first wife is missing... and three of the guards. Kahn went into a wild rage. He killed perhaps a dozen more other guards.

She is not missing; she is dead...as are the guards. I decided to be completely honest with her.

Dead, Master? Even through our long distance telepathic communication, I felt grief wash over her.

Yes. I cannot explain now. I thought a moment longer. You and Ayl-lah must leave there...at once...or as soon as possible.

Nay Master. I serve thee here.

Did you not hear me? Verella is dead. From my point of view, there was no longer the need to have someone watching and reporting from Kahn's party. I needed another question answered right away. What does he think happened?

He hast no idea, Master. He will be sending out search parties in every direction. And while he hast said nothing, I fear that he may suspect thee.

We're in route back to Tertapolis. We left around mid-night...it'll be a while before they can catch up with us...if ever.

Ayl-lah and I shall remain where we are.

I had to ask yet one more question. How far away can we use this telepathic link?

A soft chuckle followed. Even from Earth, thy home world if we had to, Master. Although, at that distance, the echo effect could possibly cause problems.

At least consider getting out of there. I told Noj-jah before 'signing off' as it were. As the connection broke, I felt stubbornness coming from her.

Two days later, we set up camp just outside Edisnaeco. I sent Kôjar, Tomahn, Quz-zah and the new girls, Sol-lah and Suulee into town for supplies.

Seq-qah and Qij-jah were staying close to me... ready to see to my slightest wish. They did not approach me directly, but were never more than a few yards away.

As we gathered for our evening meal, I noticed that no one was uttering a single word.

Like a Marine Corps drill instructor, I projected my voice loudly without needing to yell. "Enough!"

Everyone looked at me.

"Yes! I am heart broken over the loss of both Verella and Qaj-jah. But, right now, you're only making it worse for me."

"Master..." Qij-jah started.

"...We only wished to let you grieve privately." Seq-qah finished the comment.

"I've done all the private grieving I can." I looked at Qij-jah. "Did you not love them?"

Qij-jah, and then Seq-ah came to me, putting their arms around me. The three of us wept in silence together. The emptiness and pain were still there, but now I didn't have to go through it alone.

Later, the supply wagon returned. Those with it some how must have sensed what had happened in their absence. Life in our small group was slowly returning to normal... very slowly.

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Just after sunrise the next morning, we continued our eastward journey. Be fore the end of the day, we would reach Dark Swamp, a vast nearly unexplored area that went to the western end the Great Strand. I felt and sensed much ambivalence from all as we drew closer to the swamp. It was a place of myths and legends that frightened many. The closer we got, the more I knew that fear would start to get to each of them.

About two hours before sunset, the edge of the swamp came into sight. The deaths of Qaj-jah and Verella still weighed very heavily on my mind. Tiq-qah's as well. But the worst was past. Still, doubt lingered. I was fully responsible for the lives of five women...three of whom were dead now. And I was supposed to save an entire world? What the fuck were the Olygard thinking? I wasn't able to save three females. I felt like an utter failure.

But for now, I had to refocus my attention on my surroundings. This swamp was a very dangerous place...filled with many wild carnivorous creatures.

The deadliest of these was the qy-teen, a mammalian alligator-like animal with short, thick blue-black fur. Its long snout filled with hundreds of razor sharp teeth. It also had long powerful legs that made it the fastest creature on Terrania... for very short bursts. The qy-teens were originally native to Qoo-jah, but had been hunted to extinction there for their pelts, which were apparently very valuable.

Then, there was the mynoqs. These resembled small muscular, winged Compsognathus... the compys of Jurassic Park fame. These are even smaller than their extinct 'cousins' on Earth, being not much bigger than a pigeon. But they are great hunters with ravenous appetites. A pack can take down a fully-grown kyliah and strip it to the bone in just a few short minutes. And... with their tiny wings, they could fly short distances. It was joked about quite often that they were 90% mouth, 5% wing and 5% ass. In large numbers, they were among the most feared carnivores on Terrania, being utterly merciless.

The swamp itself was fairly dark, the trees forming something like a canopy. Not as thick as the Amazon jungle on Earth, but very little light got through. The road here appeared to be approximately ten yards wide and was firmly packed.

Seq-qah rode close to my side, clearly not happy about going through this swamp. I fear for thy safety, Master. As usual, her concern was more for me, than for her own well-being.

We would set up camp and wait until the next morning before entering. During our evening meal, just minutes before the sun set, we mostly discussed inconsequentials, when there came an odd humming sound from the swamp. Seq-qah with plenty of help from Qij-jah practically dragged me closer to the fire and then they immediately added more wood to it until they had a small bon-fire going.

Most swamp creatures feared fire.

The normal sounds of the swamp suddenly ceased. Everything became as quiet as a tomb.

"Mynoqs!" Hissed Seq-qah. She was terrified.

The humming grew louder.

Off in the distance, well outside the camp, I saw a tearlop, a large deer-like animal. Two horns came out the top of its head, curving forward. A third straight up from just above its nose. They reminded me of the horns on a triceratops. It stood stock-still. Sometimes... not all the time, but sometimes, the best defense against mynoqs is to become completely immobile.

Then I saw them. Hundreds of them. Some were running, some were flying. Ah! The humming sound. I though. Their wings were small...very small. They could only fly about 20 to 30 yards and then run until the tiny wings were rested. The wings worked not unlike those of humming birds.

Too late, the tearlop realized that remaining still was not going to work this time. The mynoqs enveloped it. There were a few panicked painful bleats, and then it fell and was silent. Less than five minutes later, all that remained was a skeleton. Once finish, they all started looking at the camp. They saw the fire and then left in the direction they had come from. I sensed they did so reluctantly.

Mynoqs apparently really feared fire.

We departed and began our trip well after sunrise the following morning. The journey through the swamp was uneventful. We reached the first real stop in our trip home three days later. We finally came out of the swamp, and....

There it was. I was struck silent with awe and wonder. It is called Gateway. The wall was nearly 100 feet in height. It ran straight as a rifle shot all away across the strand, almost three leagues...and into the sea, a quarter of a league on either end.

It was made from a material called stonite, which is not unlike concrete but was almost ten times as strong. The only downside was that given enough heat, stonite would burn. I knew it to be more than a hundred yards thick. The first ten were solid...the rest honeycombed with barracks, shops, armories...an entire city built throughout the length of the wall. The most impressive structure I'd ever seen in this life. It was an exceptionally dark shade of gray, almost black.

Outside the wall, an army was camped... a full division, at least. They were dressed in various shades of green and brown... almost like camouflage but not quite the same. The flags, I could see were Terranian.

Apparently, we had been seen. A company size group broke away and headed directly toward us.

We rode slowly out to meet them.

When they were close enough to converse without yelling, their leader said in a voice the brooked no argument. "Halt! Identify yourselves!" The young man seemed uncertain, but to his credit, there was no 'back down' in him. There was a small golden circle on his collar with a black center. A junior lieutenant. His uniform was a mish-mash of colors. The tunic was a dark forest green; its collar and sleeves a much lighter shade. The trousers were mud brown.

Kôjar nudged his kyliah forward. "I am Major Kôjar; this is my lord, Dee-Ess." He said, indicating himself, then me. He leaned forward in his saddle. "And, yours as well." He was dressed in his black and gold uniform, but the rank insignia on his collar was obviously Terranian. This did not go unnoticed by the young lieutenant.

Suspicion crossed the young man's face. He spoke with an authority he suddenly wasn't quite sure of. "Impossible! Lord Dee-Ess has only just started across the Strand." He looked at his men. "Take their weapons...bring them."

I kicked my kyliah forward and before anyone could react, drew my katana and pressed the blade to his neck, without cutting him. "I will go with you... if you can find the courtesy to ask me in the proper fashion, but I will not surrender my weapons."

Stalemate! Nobody moved. Nobody backed down. I smiled at the lieutenant. The kid's got a pair...even as scared as he is. I thought to myself. Moments later, another man arrived on a kyliah. It was Colonel Rango. "My Lord!" He said, saluting me.

Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. We were taken to Gateway where we arrived to a hero's welcome.

Colonel Rango escorted me to my quarters that were much too ostentatious to suite me. I would find others later.

After the evening meal, I was bathed thoroughly by Seq-qah and Qij-jah. Qij-jah offered to help me dress into a gi. "No..." I told her. "...I'm going straight to bed. A gi was perfect for lounging around in, but I, just as I did on Earth, preferred to sleep nude.

I got into bed, followed by Seq-qah. Though I could sense her arousal, she attempted nothing that night, perhaps thinking it was not a good time for that. Seq-qah and I were drifting off to sleep when suddenly came a bright flash of light, like those I'd seen before. I opened my eyes wide and at first saw nothing. What the.... I thought, slightly bewildered.

Then, I saw her, across the room by my desk. She had the graceful pointed ears and black/gold eyes of a Qoo-jan. Any similarities ended there. Her hair was black as coal and her skin...white as freshly driving snow. White! So white it was as if light emanated from her. And... she was completely naked. In every other way, she was like a Qoo-jan. I could even 'feel' her emotions, which were currently dominated by uncertainty and not a little fear.

She looked at me with her eyes turning grey-white and said, timidly. "I am for thee, Master."

To be continued....

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Author's notes:

I have received some complaints about not having enough actual sex in this series thus far. Well, I regret to inform you that as you can see, that continues in this chapter as well...and maybe even the next. I shall endeavor to include a lot more sex in future chapters. Many writers on Literotica write stories about sex; I prefer to write interesting stories that include sex. For me, the story is more important. My apologies to any I've disappointed.



On Another World Ch. 09



Just a quick F.Y.I. There will be a little more sex in this chapter. This does not, I repeat, does not mean that I'm knuckling under to those who complained. This was planned long ago. The fact that it turned up after the complaints I received is nothing more than coincidence. The main focus is still and always will be the story. The main point of Literotica is erotic story telling, right? At times, I need to leave the sex behind as it were...but there are also times when it needs to be included. Besides, I really need to exercise my smutty creative imagination now and then...or the story could become completely vanilla...heaven forbid! [Maniacal laughter] There will not be a great deal of actual sex in this chapter, but there will be more than in the last.

I've decided to take some peculiar liberties in this chapter concerning the Qoo-jan goddess, Kriegor. I leave it up to the readers to decide if I've gone too far.

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Seq-qah sat up in bed next to me and smiled brightly at the stranger. "Hello." She said as she climbed out of bed and went to the girl. "What is your name?"

The girl smiled shyly at Seq-qah. "I am Qa-teela, my Lady."

"Seq-qah laughed gaily. "I am not a lady. I am physician, but I am also a bound slave, Qa-teela. I am Seq-qah. Thou wert sent here by the Grey Ones?"

"I think so. I have been trained for this, but it was thought I would not be needed. Something tragic has happened here?"

"It has." Seq-qah said, sadly nodding her head. She looked back at me and then took Qa-teela by the hand bringing her to stand before me.

I looked at them. The contrast between their hands was even more glaring than their hair. "And she is...?" I asked.

"This is Qa-teela, Master."

"I meant her race."

Seq-qah looked at me, confused. "Why, she is a Qoo-jan, of course, Master."

"But...but...."

"Master. Canst thou not see her eyes...her ears?" She smiled sweetly. "And, is she not beautiful?"

"But her skin and hair. She's white, you're black. Her hair's black, yours is white. Completely opposite." I said, pointing at them both.

Qa-teela seemed terrified. "Have I displeased thee, Master?"

Seq-qah said. "She is thine, Master. A gift from the Grey Ones. Like me, she will faithfully serve thee, do anything for thee. And I mean anything...even give her life for thee if needs be."

Now, that was a real sore spot with me. "Three have already died because of me." I snarled, scaring Qa-teela even more. Four if I counted Lol-lah. I did a mental ten-count to calm down before getting back to the subject at hand. "I was referring to the differences in your skin and hair color. If you are both Qoo-jan, kindly explain."

They both looked at me as if baffled by my question. Seq-qah spoke first. "I am afraid that I do not understand, Master."

I rolled my eyes.

"Master, I am here to serve thee. She is here to serve thee. Nothing else matters." Qa-teela picked it up.

I tried a different tack. "Okay...and where did the Grey Ones send you here from?" I asked Qa-teela.

A soft smile crossed her face. "From Qoo-jah, of course."

"Then you're aware that you are on Terrania, now?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well, you're handling your first experience with interplanetary travel better than I did." I said jokingly, more to myself than to either of them.

As one, they came closer to the bed. I took my first good real look at the new arrival. Thin, but big breasted...probably a D cup. Her nipples were the color of peanuts. Unlike the others, there was no body hair...nothing be low the neck...anywhere. Looking down, I noted that her clit, clitoral hood and the lips on her slit were the same peanut color as her nipples. Her black hair was wavy and hung half way down her back. She was about a couple of inches taller than Seq-qah and slightly thinner.

I slid my feet off the bed and stood.

Qa-teela then released Seq-qah's hand and casually strolled right up to me. As Qij-jah did seemingly so long ago, she grasped my shoulders and lightly pulled me closer. I followed suit once again and let her bring our foreheads together. Just as I expected, her emotions flooded my mind. Her fear was rapidly dissipating. A strong infatuation for me sprang up...not that that was unexpected. Then, I started to receive some of her thoughts as well...and oddly enough, a few thoughts that were not hers.

In my minds eye, I saw Týr looking at me. For a moment, I could have sworn that he could really see me, but then dismissed that as being rather silly. Quite simply, Qa-teela was a replacement for Verella, Qaj-jah and to a lesser degree, Tiq-qah. She'd been given extensive knowledge by the Olygard to assist me. If it surprised or shocked her to learn that I was from another world, she did not show it.

I was still a little mystified about her skin and hair color. Apparently, all Qoo-jans were almost completely unaware of the pigmentation differences among some of them. While I had read a little of this, Qa-teela was the first white Qoo-jan I had seen up until now. I learned that they were quite common on Qoo-jah, but were nonexistent on Terrania. I knew a bunch of folks back on Earth that could learn a valuable lesson from the Qoo-jan race. It seemed as if they were unable to actually even see the differences between them.

Her mind shifted from emotion to emotion, before settling on strong arousal. Some how, I knew what was coming next.

She broke contact with me and looked directly at me, her eyes turning bright gold. "Master...?" She said to me in a soft nearly breathless whisper. Then, Qa-teela put her arms around my neck, pulled me to her again and kissed me tenderly. It was like every other kiss I'd gotten from a Qoo-jan...intense to the extreme. Most guys back on Earth would have been coming in their shorts already. She dropped a hand down and began stroking my cock, which unsurprisingly to me was rock hard.

I was about to gently push her away, when I saw Seq-qah waving frantically from the corner of my eye. Master, thou must taketh her! It is necessary to consummate her slavery to thee.

Oh, crap! I moaned. Not another virgin....

I know not, Master, but I do not think that she is.

Seq-qah kissed my cheek, then Qa-teela's and scurried naked out of the room.

Qa-teela broke her kiss long enough to say. "Master, I beg to give thee pleasure...I need to do this for thee." She pressed her lips back to mine. I felt her tongue brush against my lips. I opened them a bit and her tongue darted into my mouth caressing the tip of my tongue. A soft whimper escaped from her throat.

She broke the kiss again, with her free hand, grasped mine, and brought it to her sex. She was dripping wet. "I am ready for you now, Master." She breathed softly into my mouth. "Please...I beg thee, Master. Take me now."

I scooped her up off the floor. I nearly underestimated my strength once again and tossed her into the air. Fortunately, I remembered just in the nick of time, swung her around and deposited her gently onto the bed. She lay there on her back gazing up at me with a hungry look in her golden eyes. "Must I beg thee again?"

"Patience my dear." I told her, an idea forming in my head. I, back in my youth would sometimes go down on a woman until she was literally begging me to fuck her. Call it teasing if you will, but to me the sex was more satisfying, the more the woman in question was aroused. I've always enjoyed cunnilingus very much anyway. I used to joke about being a certified 'muff diver'. I bent my head down, kissed the inside of her left knee and slowly worked my way up her thighs. Kissing the left and then the right

"Master? What art thou planning to...?"

"You know what I'm doing, don't you?" I said grinning evilly at her.

"But, thou dost not need to...Oh!" My tongue grazed across her labia just next to her vaginal opening. Her hips began trembling.

"But I enjoy it so much." I said in mock apology. I dipped my tongue into the opening and swirled it around.

Her hips jerked up. Her breath was coming in pants. "Master...it is mine...duty to...pleasure thee!" The last couple of words came out as a soft squeal.

"You are." I told her.

I licked her slit from top to bottom and back up again. Qa-teela reflexively grasped my head. "O-o-o-o-o-o-o!" She crooned. Her fingers gripping my hair. I moved up again, sucking her clit into my mouth and started to nibble on it. At the same time, I slid two fingers inside and probed, seeking her 'g-spot'. Either it is larger on Qoo-jan woman or simply easier to find, but I touched it almost immediately. "Master! Master! Oh...I-I-I a-am going t-t-t-to c-c-come!" She stiffened and then came. Unlike the others, her cum did not gush or spray out of her. It just trickled. It was sweet. It almost tasted like honey. I started jamming my fingers into her harder and faster. I also began to suck much harder on her clit. By now, she was flailing about.

"I thought you were going to come." I teased, then resumed nibbling and occasionally biting her button

"I...I...I...!" She screamed though clenched teeth. "Mas-s-ter-r-r-r." In true Qoo-jan fashion, she savagely hissed at me, her fangs bared as she came again. The trickle became a flow...the flow did not stop. "Mas-s-ter-r...it will not stop. I cannot stop coming!" She whispered to me.

"Good!" I said grinning at her. I did not let up, but continued to lick and suck Qa-teela until she was little more than a quivering, limp bundle of skin and bones. At that point, I did stop. I moved up and positioned myself above her, the head of my cock resting against her opening. She smiled up at me, then grabbed my ass with her partially prehensile feet, and jerked, driving my shaft into her wet and waiting pussy. Again, I was struck by her skin color. She was white to the point of translucence. My own skin appeared to be much darker than it really was. Her eyes, of course were gold.

"Master...." She whispered.

I pulled back until only the head remained within her and then drove myself fully back into her. Her soaked warm sheath was rapidly getting warmer. Qa-teela wrapped her arms and her legs around me and thrust her hips to meet my own. "Oh...oh...I am still coming, Master."

I held her tightly and kissed her. Her arousal and passion had become mine as well. After all my time on Terrania, I had not yet decided if the emotional telepathy was a good thing or not. Soon, much sooner than I expected, I felt that familiar tingling and a second after that, I shot my seed into her. Though there was not a great deal of cum, again it felt as if I was shooting gallons in her. I collapsed on her then, totally drained. She continued to hold me tight. "I thank thee, my Master." A short time later, we both blissfully fell asleep.

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I awoke in the morning, and found both Seq-qah and Qa-teela in bed with me. Seq-qah had apparently returned after I'd fallen asleep after my exhausting sexual romp with Qa-teela. As I stirred, they also woke up. They quickly slipped out of bed and got me to my feet, leading me to the bathroom.

They both politely turned their back as I 'did my business' and then took me to the bath area. As Seq-qah shaved me, Qa-teela bathed me. "I will never be able to thank thee enough for last night, Master." She said.

"Is he not wonderful, Sister?" Seq-qah asked her.

"Oh yes!"

I watched Qa-teela a bit, as she washed me. Even the white soapsuds she'd gotten on herself while bathing me looked dark on her impossibly whiter than white alabaster skin. "I love thee, Master."

This was only mildly bothersome. There was really no way for me to know my feelings for her after just one night of what I had to admit was incredible sex. I liked her. Like every other Qoo-jan woman I had bedded, she had been willing to do anything to please me. And...the emotional telepathy did affect me a little, but love? No, not yet anyway.

Then, without a word, Qa-teela took my cock into her mouth, which of course felt as hard as tungsten steel. Seq-qah slipped behind her and cupped one of Qa-teela's breasts in one hand while her other hand dove between Qa-teela's legs. I came within a few seconds, was normally out of character for me. They bathed me again and then took me back to the bedroom to dress me.

Due to the perceived safety inside Gateway, I put on a thinner, more flexible chain mail with my normal outfit.

After the recent loses, I had decided the short wrap around skirt would not be worn by the girls for some time to come. I thought it best for them to wear their side-less fighting tunics. They did not much like that, but compiled with only a little argument.

"Seq-qah...." I said, nodding to Qa-teela. "Take her and arrange quarters for her with Qij-jah." Immediately, I felt disappointment and resignation from my newest girl. She simply nodded saying nothing. "Then both of you see to my breakfast. And if you see Lot-tah and Qij-jah about, send them both to me.

"At once, Master." They said as one. Then hurried out of the room.

I donned my harness and was now fully armed with my swords and the Colt. It didn't make me feel a whole lot safer, but it would still be good to be ready...for anything...just in case.

After a short time, Lot-tah entered my quarters. She approached me with friendly smile. "I hope thy day is a good one, M'lord. Didst thou send for me?"

"I did. There is something I would like you to assist me with." I told her.

I will be happy to help thee in any way that I can."

"I'd like to wed Seq-qah." I said matter-of-factly. This decision had been a long time in coming. It was time.

"Lot-tah's smile broadened. "Excellent! I knewest thou would, in mine heart of hearts. How soon?"

"Very." I said. "I would rather not waste any more time than is necessary. She will become second wife, right?"

"No, M'lord. Thou and Verella were only betrothed before her death. The two of thee had not yet actually wed. So, Seq-qah will be thy first wife...." she paused before continuing. "...provided that she does not die beforehand." She looked directly into my eyes. "Forgive me M'lord. I had no wish to bring back unpleasant memories."

I waved her concern away. "I know that. To be honest, I never truly loved Verella. I'd only spent the one night with her. I liked her a great deal." I said to Lot-tah, remembering Verella. She enjoyed sex every bit as much as I did...maybe even more. I knew I would never forget that night with her, but it was time to let her go.

"How does Seq-qah feel about it?" Was Lot-tah's next question to me.

"I have not told her yet."

She grinned. "And why hast thou not informed her?" Mirth was evident in her voice.

I chuckled. "Don't want her to have a chance to say no, do I?"

Lot-tah laughed. "As if she would."

A thought occurred to me. "And what's this bullshit about my not being allowed to have sex with her after the first quarter?"

"There is no medical reason, M'lord." She said to me. "It is only a custom here. It is just the way it had always been. Especially during the final quarter. She will spend much time in meditation to bond with the child. Also, during the final quarter, thou may send her away to a safe location until thy daughter is born.

"My daughter...?" With the ratio of female to male birth rates, I supposed it was a good guess. But I was not of this world. "How can she be sure?"

"She is." Lot-tah said. "She has known from the beginning."

I was about to start complaining that Seq-qah had not shared this information with me, when I realized it didn't truly matter to me what gender the child was. Just so long as she was healthy. "Next question, is there any way of knowing what our daughter will look like?"

"Of course not, M'lord. Not before she is born."

I shrugged. "Back to business...tell me of the ceremony and is there a specific location to do this?"

"The location is strictly up to thee, M'lord. A temple of Kriegor would probably be best. There are many deities worshiped here and while Kriegor is primarily a Qoo-jan goddess, she is very popular amongst Terranians as well.

"Ah yes, the goddess of love and protection...am I right?" I asked Lot-tah trying hard not to sound condescending. I'd never been a religious man on Earth. My personal beliefs were probably closer to Judaism than any other, but I followed no particular faith. Though Kriegor was originally a Qoo-jan deity, an increasing number of Terranians now prayed to her.

"Aye M'lord. Of all the gods and goddesses, she is the most worshiped...most loved on both worlds."

"Terrania and Qoo-jah?" I asked.

"I know of no others; excepting thine, M'lord."

"Most religions on my world have only one god."

"Including thine?" She inquired.

Instead of trying to explain my beliefs to Lot-tah, or lack thereof, I just nodded. "Rings? Are there rings involved?

"For her, yes...for thee...that would be thy choice, M'lord." She said. "The ring will be worn on the index finger of her right hand. Made of gold, with thy crest upon it. One other thing. In the temple, the wedding will be referred to as a life-joining."

"Life-joining? Why?

"It is what a marriage was and is called on Qoo-jah, M'lord. The custom carried over with Kriegor's introduction on Terrania. Outside the temple, it will still be a marriage."

"And the bracelet...the slave bracelet will have to be removed beforehand then?"

"That choice is hers to make."

"How so?" I asked her.

"Remember, slavery is different here, M'lord. On Terrania, she has a say in that.

"So she can be wife and slave if she wants to be?"

She nodded. "As I said. The choice is hers."

By Earth thinking, Seq-qah and Qij-jah were more like employees than actual slaves. They received a regular salary and if they asked, could be freed. They also had as many rights as those who were considered free on this world. Many of the women, most especially Qoo-jans became slaves here by choice.

"Then I shall allow her to choose." I said chuckling.

Lot-tah giggled. "Thou art truly a delightfully entertaining man, M'lord."

"Is that your way of saying I'm funny?"

With mock seriousness on her face, she said. "I would never say that to thee, M'lord."

I burst out laughing and within seconds, Lot-tah joined me. "Yeah and my real name's Mao Tse Tung." I said.

"Who?" She asked getting her laughter under control.

"He was once the leader of the most populous nation on my world and a communist. An evil man to my way of thinking. But that was my own opinion of the man. He has been dead for a while." I grinned at her. "I forget that you have little understanding of sarcasm."

We both looked at the door as Qij-jah came into the room. She gave Lot-tah and I a slight bow, them continued to me and gave m a tender kiss. "May I be of service, Master?"

I nodded. "Is there a temple to Kriegor here in Gateway?" I asked her. My question was actually rhetorical, as I knew there was such a temple in every large city.

"Oh yes, Master. What dost thou desire?" She asked me brightly.

"Go there at once, see the priestess. Tell her that I wish to arrange a marriage there."

"A wedding, Master?"

"Yes...for Seq-qah and myself."

Qij-jah starred at me for a moment. I felt an odd combination of emotions from her. Disappointment, mixed with surprise and happiness...then the disappointment vanished. I looked at her closer knowing that I'd just fucked up, big time and then at Lot-tah, who gave me an almost imperceptible shake of her head. "At once, Master!" Qij-jah said, turning and running from the room.

"Oh shit! Way to go dummy." I chided myself." To spring this on poor little Qij-jah with no warning at all was easily one of the dumbest moves I ever made. I knew that she loved me unconditionally and was worried that I might have broken her heart. I looked skyward. "Why me, Lord?" I asked rhetorically.




On Another World Ch. 09



Lot-tah stepped up to my side. "Do not concern thyself too much, M'lord. She will be fine. Of course, she may be disappointed, but not as much as thou thinkest. Qij-jah is very happy for you. Dost thou not recall when her and her sister happily trying to arrange thy wedding to Verella? She knew even then, that her sexual role in your life would be greatly diminished. Come what may, she will always remain faithful and true to thee. Even if thou hadst dozens of wives."

I considered Lot-tah's words. She was right, of course. Qij-jah was my first lover on this world. She had been in training to specifically to serve me, even before I had been born on Earth. Yet, due to our bond, I knew that I could count on her completely. I also knew that she would be totally devoted to me for the rest of her life. I still felt as though I'd let her down. It was almost like cheating on a girlfriend on my home world, Earth. I had done some of that in my late teens and early twenties so many years ago...and light-years away. But as I got older, I wised up and finally quit that. I'd been on this; my new home world for a few months now and still had not gotten my mind wrapped completely around the idea of several women so openly and willingly sharing me. No doubt, if I'd been brought here when I was still in my youth, I'd been happier than the proverbial pig in shit. But...there are a hand-full of men, albeit a small hand-full perhaps, that eventually settle down, as they get older...I digress.

There was no doubt that Seq-qah, Qij-jah and Qa-teela were completely faithful to me...as were Noj-jah and Ayl-lah. And to a lesser degree, so were Zeq-qah and Zog-gah. I mentally shrugged and brought my mind back to things that were more important.

I went to the door and found the ever-present guards on duty there. "Find Major Kôjar and have him report to me." I ordered.

"Yes, M'lord!" One said and sprinted away.

I resumed my conversation with Lot-tah about the wedding...or life-joining as it would be referred to at the temple.

A short time later, Kôjar arrived. "M'lord?" He asked. "How may I be of service?"

I told him exactly what I wanted...and gave him some specific instructions. His smiled broadened as I spoke. "It will be a true pleasure, M'lord!" Then he turned and rushed out.

Lot-tah and I were about to resume our little chat when Seq-qah and Qa-teela returned. They walked straight to us and Seq-qah introduced Qa-teela to Lot-tah. "M'lady, this is Qa-teela, the Master's newest girl."

Qa-teela bowed gracefully. "M'lady."

"Welcome, child. It is my wish that you be happy and serve your new master well."

"That is my only wish, M'lady."

Once again, the difference in her skin coloring seemed to go completely unnoticed...even by Lot-tah.

Lot-tah turned to me. "Lovely, is she not?"

"Quite." I said with a mental roll of my eyes. Okay, I give up. I thought. Then Seq-qah and Qa-teela enveloped me in a small group hug. Seq-qah's next words were all but expected. "Master, I beg thee to take mine sister and me to thy bed."

"Perhaps later," I told her. I felt mild disappointment emanating from both of them.

"It shall be as thou wishes, Master." They spoke as one.

We spent the rest of the morning moving into smaller, more austere quarters. I was growing tired of being unnecessarily treated like royalty from my own point of view. During my career in the Marine Corps, I was only an enlisted man and preferred simpler things. Even my quarters back in Tertapolis were much more elaborate than anything I would have chosen myself. I was pleased that my new rooms were closer to where I needed to be if Gateway were to come under attack.

I was sitting down to my noon meal, when a voice I recognized right away echoed in my head. Master? 'Tis I, Noj-jah.... I have something to report...grave news!

Proceed with your report.

Kahn has met what I believe to be a large part of his army. Tens upon tens of thousands. I regret that I cannot give thee an exact number yet. I fear they may be heading thy way.

Can you estimate when they might get here? I asked.

Perhaps twenty days...I think more though. And, I have been separated from Ayl-lah. Su'ak has taken all his slaves and continued west to Zoqeland. I can only pray that she will be okay.

I paused a moment and then asked. And you? You are well?

I am, Master. Kahn treats me actually rather kindly...better than I had expected or hoped for. It is possible that he may have some feelings for me.

Let me know if and when he starts moving east.

Yes, Master. And remember that I remain devoted to thee and only to thee. And then she went silent.

Seq-qah looked at me. "I am worried about her, Master." I had forgotten that she was able to also hear Noj-jah's telepathic communication.

"Yeah, me too."

I raised my voice. "Guard!"

Barely a second had passed when the door opened and a guard entered. "M'lord?"

"Tell General Guerrae that I wish to see him at his earliest convenience."

"At once, M'lord." He responded, before He turning and rushing back out.

I spent most of the afternoon working on the bane of every military leader on any world from the beginning of time...paperwork. I probably hated administrative duties no more or no less than any man ever has. It is, as always, a necessary evil. The only good that came of this, for me, was becoming more familiar with the army I commanded. There were two divisions in Gateway, along with the city garrison, totaling just under 30,000 soldiers. The city garrison, unlike the regular army, which is three quarters male, fell more in line with Terrania's population...it being over 85% female, most of them Qoo-jan. Even the garrison commander was a Qoo-jan woman. From what I read, she was a more than capable leader. Her name was Tiq-qah. I remembered my own Tiq-qah with fond sadness. Tiq-qah, it seems, is not a terribly uncommon name among the Qoo-jan.

As I continued to read through the reports, there came a knock at the door. It opened and a short distinguished man entered with a lovely Qoo-jan warrior. One of my guards also came in and announced my visitors. "First General Guerrae and Major Tiq-qah, M'lord."

Both marched straight to my desk and saluted me. General Guerrae was as previously mentioned a short man, no more than five and a half feet in height. Built like a fireplug with thick, very powerful looking arms. His hair was blonde turning grey. His green eyes twinkled. "General Guerrae presenting as commanded, M'lord." He looked at his companion.

"Major Tiq-qah, daughter of Pyq-qoh and Boz-zah, M'lord." The full introduction, including both her parents' names was no doubt due to the fact she had been most likely briefed on the girl I had lost some weeks past. She appeared to be as tall as the general, or maybe a wee bit taller. As I had grown accustomed to, she was quite lovely. Her side-less tunic was a very light tan in color. It reminded me of coffee with a little too much cream added to it. It contrasted nicely with her blacker than black skin. The tunic was trimmed in dark brown. Her rank insignia was gold. I noted a refreshing change. There was no fear emanating from her at all.

"Stand easy." I said to them.

Guerrae said. "I have just learned from the silent service, that Kahn has joined a portion of his army at least two weeks journey west of here. It is thought that he has well over fifty thousand men with him now."

"Hmmm, that confirms what my source has reported. I think it likely that he is ready to resume his campaign." I guessed.

"May I ask about thy source?" Tiq-qah asked.

"Not at this time. Suffice it to say that I'm getting help, albeit indirectly from the Grey Ones."

Tiq-qah was not fully pleased with my answer, but did not press the issue. "Yes, M'lord."

"Major, when I can fill you in without risking my source's life, I will tell you all." While as the commander of all the army, I did not need to explain myself, but I was still in the non-commissioned officer frame of mind from my USMC days and knew the more information I could put out, the better.

"It shall be as thou sayest, M'lord." The major said, this time with the slightest hint of a smile.

"I expect that they will come east, stopping on the far side of Dark Swamp in about two weeks." Guerrae said.

"Yes, they will need to build siege engines." I agreed. Almost all of the land north of Edisnaeco and west of Dark Swamp was thickly wooded. If warfare worked the same here as it did on medieval Earth, there was no way to attack Gateway without siege engines. It made me truly sick at heart to think of the massive deforestation that would take place to accomplish the next phase of Kahn's mission of world conquest.

Tiq-qah came close to my side, "What troubles thee, M'lord."

"A lot troubles me right now." Was the only response I could muster.

She looked straight into my eyes. "Thou shouldst know...Tiq-qah; the slave of Verella was mine cousin, M'lord. I too, wish to avenge her death."

I returned her gaze. "Those who were directly the cause of her death have already been killed. I believe though, that Kahn actually gave the order."

"As do I, M'lord." I could feel her anger and hatred of Kahn.

"I've sent word, M'lord. Three more divisions are being summoned to join us here. Regrettably, it will take at least a cyclo for them to arrive...maybe two." General Guerrae said, getting back to the business at hand.

"And I shall call up the reserves. That will give us nearly a thousand more troops." Tiq-qah said, resuming her position.

We were interrupted by a messenger. Guerrae read the note getting angrier by the second. "Damn! Khan's engineers are at the swamp already!"

I stood. "You both know your jobs...I suggest you get to them." They saluted, did an about face and left without another word.

I had a quiet supper with Seq-qah and went to bed early, thoughts of my upcoming nuptials racing through my find

As I lay in bed, thinking of my plans for the next day, Seq-qah crawled in next to me, followed a moment later by Qa-teela. Why is she here? I asked Seq-qah silently, not wanting to hurt Qa-teela's feelings.

Because I love thee, Master.

You bring her to our bed because you love me? The women on my home world would hate you and say you're crazy.

We are not on thy home world, Master.

You need to be sure to get plenty of sleep tonight. You're going to be rather busy tomorrow.

She looked at me momentarily confused. "Busy Master? Doing what?"

"Becoming my first wife...." I said, grinning. "That is, of course unless you'd rather not."

A brief open-mouthed gaping stare, then in what couldn't be more than a nano-second or two, she had her arms around me and her lips pressed to mine so hard, it actually hurt, a little.

Since her lips were rather busy, she told me in my mind. Oh, Master! Master! Master! I love thee, Master!

A second later, we were joined by Qa-teela. "May Kriegor bless thee, Master!"

Over the next couple of hours, Seq-qah and Qa-teela seemed determined to wear their master out...completely.

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I woke the next morning feeling both exhausted and relaxed like never before. The girls took me to be bathed and shaved. Today being Seq-qah's wedding day, and mine, no sexual advances were made during my bath.

After I was dressed and had my breakfast, Kôjar entered and brought me a box. "All has been done as per your instructions." He opened the box and showed me the rings I had had made. The ring for Seq-qah was made of gold and had my crest on it. The larger ring, the one for me was also gold. The crest upon it was the same as mine, but had a white ring around the crest and a black ring just outside the white one. "Upon the completion of the life-joining ceremony...." He said, using the Qoo-jan term. "...This becomes her crest." He smiled at me. "You will be the first...but not the last."

"The rings are perfect!" I told him and then looked at him. "You're considering marriage?" I asked.

"Yes M'lord. She is Qoo-jan. I just lacked the courage to be the first."

I laughed. He'd faced several assassins without fear, was willing to lay down his life for me, but this?

"According to legend, it has been done before. There never has been a law prohibiting it."

"That may be true, M'lord. I simply did not have courage to act on my feelings until you told me you were joining with Seq-qah."

I grinned. "Have you asked her yet?"

"No, M'lord. She is back in Tertapolis. When we get there, I will ask her."

"Knowing Qoo-jans as I do, I think it unlikely that she would say no." I laughed.

"Like many of the women of our own race, she was always quite good at dropping the occasional hint...though she has never had any real hope. When she hears of you and Seq-qah, the hints will almost certainly resume in earnest. The major said, chuckling.

"Are you sure about it?"

He nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I have loved her for a very long time."

"I want to meet this girl first." I said in mock seriousness.

He grinned. "It shall be as you wish, M'lord."

Seq-qah, Qij-jah and Qa-teela entered the room. Seq-qah looked at me hopefully, but said nothing. It was time.

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Upon arriving at the temple to the Qoo-jan goddess, Kriegor, I turned to Seq-qah. "Last chance to change your mind." I told her jokingly.

"Never, Master." She said, seemingly about to burst with happiness. She began fumbling with the sash of her outfit. She nodded to me. "Master, clothing of any kind is forbidden inside." I reluctantly began removing my clothing. I had half expected it, but hoped everyone would forget. A short moment later, we were both naked. She kissed me. "I am ready, Master."

Kôjar, Qij-jah and all the others would have to wait outside. Only Seq-qah and I would be allowed to enter for the life-joining ceremony.

We entered the temple and I immediately liked what I saw within. Though the outside walls were the same dark, almost black, grey as the city/wall, inside, nearly everything was white. There were many tall columns like those that one would see in the temples of ancient Greece or Rome. Each with Ionic capitals and bases trimmed in gold and obsidian. The light seemed to come from the ceiling itself. It was as bright as daylight inside. In the center was a life-sized statue of a Qoo-jan woman in full color. I had expected a gigantic statue of Kriegor, but it was not so. Kriegor's statue wore a gold headdress that was more plain and simple than I had expected. It was part helmet, part tiara. Unsurprisingly the statue was nude excepting a belt about her waist that bore two golden kattari. Its white hair appeared to be real and even stirred with the light breeze blowing through the temple. The detail on her was nothing less than astonishing. Even the black/gold eyes looked real. I half expected her to come to life and welcome me to her house of worship. The statue stood straight and tall facing the entrance, with its arms out as if bidding visitors welcome.

The alter the statue stood upon had steps all the way around it. One could have easily climbed the steps and touched their goddess. In front of the alter, was a long low table. Behind that, was the priestess. She wore a headdress identical to the statue's, but was completely nude, wearing no belt nor carrying any weapons. She smiled kindly and bowed. "I am Aaz-zah, head priestess to the goddess of love and protection, Kriegor. I welcome thee to the house of Kriegor. Thou art here for the life-joining?"

"I am." Was my short, simple reply. "We are...." I corrected taking Seq-qah's hand.

The priestess suddenly appeared confused. She looked at Seq-qah and then me. "The two of thee?" She seemed bewildered. "This has not been done before...art thou sure?"

"You are refusing?" I snapped at her, sounding much angrier than I actually was.

She went to one knee before me. "Forgive me, my Lord. I will be happy to join thee and thy woman. Thou hast caught me unprepared. In truth, this pleases me more than I can put into mere words. It is only because I never expected this day to come, that I seemed hesitant." She looked again at Seq-qah. "I envy thee, dear sister."

"Shall we proceed?" I asked impatiently.

"By all means, my Lord." The priestess answered.

Thank goodness, that Lot-tah had told me what to do and to expect. I followed the lead as all dropped to a knee for the prayer to open the ceremony. Another priestess appeared as if by magic, carrying a large goblet filled with a golden liquid, set it on the table, and then slipped away just as quietly and quickly she came.

Aaz-zah began softly, but loud enough to be heard by all. "Oh great Kriegor. We ask you to bless this man and this woman who come before you to be forever joined as one. Lord Dee-Ess and Seq-qah have come to thee..." She froze starring at her goddess. I looked up at her life-like eyes and they blinked! Seq-qah sucked in a quick breath, but said nothing. I could feel that she was torn between happiness and terror.

Then, the statue looked down at me and smiled. I gawked and slowly stood. Kriegor then smiled at the Aaz-zah.

"I have heard thy prayer, child." Kriegor's voice was soft and soothing. Her eyes turned back to me. "And I have felt thy heart, M'lord.

"You need not address me thusly, Kriegor." I said respectfully. Just moments ago, I had joked to myself that she looked real enough to come to life...now here she was, speaking to me!

"Art thou not the One?" She asked, obviously knowing the answer to her own question. She came down the steps of the alter.

I nodded, saying nothing.

She smiled and then looked at Seq-qah. "The legends thou hast known, are more than just legends...they are a part of thy history, child. Thou art not truly the first, but thou art the first in a very, very long time."

She walked slowly to Seq-qah, then lightly grasped her shoulders and brought their foreheads together. They remained motionless for a time. Then Seq-qah began nodding. "Of course Great Mistress, it shall be as thou wishes. I pledge it with mine life."

"And I shall keep my promise as well, child." She kissed Seq-qah tenderly on the lips and approached me. She placed a hand on my chest over my heart. "And thou...." She gave a warm dazzling smile that could not be described with any words...in any language that I knew of. "That this was thine own idea; to take a Qoo-jan to be thy wife and give her new life within her pleases me more than I shall ever be able to say. I bless thee, M'lord Dee-Ess. Thou art now the father of a whole new race of people." She said and then put her free hand on Seq-qah's belly. "Thy daughters will be more important than either of thee can knowest." She told both of us.

She turned and walked to the table. She smiled, then spoke to the priestess. "Proceed, my child."

"Of course, Goddess." The young woman said with a bright smile upon her lips.

Seq-qah and I went to the table and turned our attention to Aaz-zah.

Aaz-zah looked at Seq-qah. "Tell me Seq-qah, what dost thou wish, child?"

"I wish to be joined in life to this man...." She indicated me. "It is mine wish to spend the rest of mine life with him. To bear his children. To keep is home happy and safe. To be his partner, friend and lover. To share mine life with him until that life leaves this body."

Then to me, Aaz-zah asked. "And thee, Lord Dee-Ess, what is thy wish?"

I looked at Seq-qah. "I wish to be joined in life to this woman. It is my deepest wish to spend the rest of my life with her. To give her children as she wishes. To provided a home to keep her and our children safe. To be her partner, friend and lover. To share my life with her until my death."




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The priestess looked at me. "How shalt thou signify this union?"

I took the ring from my hand and slipped it on the index finger of her right hand. "I take you as my life-mate."

Then it was Seq-qah's turn. She took the ring she had been given and slipped it onto my finger. "I accept thee as well."

Aaz-zah put her hands upon us, her right over my heart, her left over Seq-qah's "Thou art joined. I wish thee both long life and many children." She stepped back. "Just one more thing." She picked up the goblet from the table, than offered it to me. I took a drink from it. It was sweet, very sweet and strongly alcoholic. It tasted much like Bärenjäger, a honey liqueur I drank occasionally on Earth. I passed the goblet to Seq-qah who slowly and gracefully turned it 360º and took a sip being careful to place her lips exactly where mine had touched it. Then she offered the goblet to the priestess. Aaz-zah accepted it, but instead of drinking some herself, she offered it to Kriegor. "Please Goddess, bless their joining."

Kriegor took it, turning it in a full circle as Seq-qah had done and drank deeply. "I bless this joining. I bless thee both with long life and many children." She handed the goblet to Aaz-zah. "Destroy it, so that no other lips shall ever touch it again."

Kriegor went to Seq-qah, hugged, and kissed her. Then came to me and hugged me. She kissed me and I was more than a little surprised to see her eyes flash gold for a brief moment. Her gaze passed over my body, pausing briefly on my groin; she looked at me with what I can only describe as sexual frankness. "When thou passes into the afterlife, perhaps we might...spend some time together?" She grinned wickedly and stepped back as Seq-qah turned to me.

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I love thee, Husband."

Kriegor, with unparalleled grace, returned to her place atop the alter. "Be well M'lord Dee-Ess, Seq-qah." She resumed her pose and became as she was before.

Aaz-zah spoke, still awestruck. "That was the first time in more than a thousand cycles that she has graced any of her people with her true presence. Thou art surely blessed."

I shrugged. "I am honored that she came and decided to attend the life-joining for Seq-qah and myself, but please don't make more out of it than it is." I offered Seq-qah my arm. "Come Wife, shall we go home?"

"Yes Husband. I would like nothing better." The joy I felt from my new wife burned in my heart. All felt right in my world now.

I took my wife back to my quarters and spent the rest of the day and most of that night making love with her.

Later, after several hours of near frantic sex, Seq-qah and I finally lay back basking in the afterglow.

"Now, just so you know...you and I will do things differently, Wife."

"How so, Master?"

"Master? You can call me husband now."

"Yes...and I shall do so publicly. When we are alone, I shall continue to call thee Master. I love thee and in my deepest heart of hearts, thou shalt always be my master, Master."

I shrugged that off. "Henceforth, you will spend every night throughout your entire pregnancy in my bed with me. And...conditions permitting, during the final quarter, I will meditate with you."

Thou dost not have to do this."

"Remember, Kriegor told me that I am the father of a completely new race of people. Should we not bond with our children together?"

"It shall be as thou wishes, Master." She said kissing me.

'She also said we were not the first. So how can I father this new race?"

"They and their children all lived long lives, but remember this, Master...Thou art not of this world...he was. Additionally, their daughters all died childless." She explained.

Something else that had been said surfaced in my mind. "When Kriegor touched you, she said daughters."

Yes Master, I am carrying twins. She said, switching to telepathic communication.

Twins, eh? I responded in kind. I was pleased and a bit proud of myself.

How long have you known?

I learned it just today when she told both of us.

Master?

Yes?

How is it that I have been blessed with such a kind and loving husband...especially at my age?

I knew that Seq-qah considered herself to be middle-aged and at just a little over 300, by Qoo-jan reckoning, she was. And...at her age by custom, was considered to be past her best child bearing years.

Also, Master, she told me we would have many children. How is that even possible?

Did she not say that you and I were blessed? I asked.

She hugged me tightly. If it were possible to die from happiness, I would not last the night.

I know...I can feel what you feel, remember? I said to her.

My new wife and I finally drifted off to sleep.

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We awoke together in the morning wrapped in one another's arms. Seq-qah climb out of bed first and tugged on a newly installed bell pull before assisting me out of bed.

We went into the bathroom to start our morning ritual. As I emptied my bladder, Qij-jah and Qa-teela entered. "I wish thee a good morning, Master." Qij-jah said.

"And thee, sweet Seq-qah." Said Qa-teela to Seq-qah.

The girls bathed me and my wife shaved me expertly. As I got into the tub for a relaxing soak, Seq-qah took my place on the stool and the girls bathed her. Being my wife elevated Seq-qah's social standing a great deal. She had become a part of what was considered the nobility here on Terrania. A short time later, she joined me in the tub. Qij-jah and Qa-teela stood quietly to the side waiting eagerly to grant our slightest wish. "I love thee, Husband." Seq-qah said to me. We got up, after a short relaxing soak and returned to our bedroom to dress...or to be exact to be dressed by the girls. They dressed me and then also dressed Seq-qah. I was outfitted normally, while my new wife was dressed differently and the same time, as she was before.

She wore the same style of side-less tunic and moccasin-like foot ware, but in black and gold, with her own crest displayed over her heart. Then her hair...she now wore a type of headdress, part circlet, part tube. Her hair had been brushed back, pulled through the tube part of headdress and hung down in a long ponytail that did not touch her back.

Just as we sat down to breakfast, Lot-tah came in to the room. "I bid thee a good morning, M'lord...and you, M'lady.

Seq-qah beamed. It was the first official recognition in her new status as the wife of nobility. Now...for her, it was real. I felt her joy. "And to you, M'lady."

"Are the rumors true? Our blessed goddess made an appearance and presided over thy life-joining?" Lot-tah asked in apparent excitement and disbelief.

"Oh yes! It is true! I can still barely believe it." Seq-qah answered, unable to contain her excitement.

I only nodded. A day after it happened, some of my skepticism returned. I could not help but wonder if perhaps it might not be some trick of the Olygard. My biggest problem with organized religion back on Earth was that most required blind faith and I was never big on blind faith.

"She blessed both me and mine husband." Seq-qah went on. "She also informed us that I will be having twins...and that we would have many other children. And she drank from the goblet of joining, herself!"

Lot-tah slipped around the table and hugged Seq-qah. "I know that I should not be envious, but I am...please except my apology."

Seq-qah turned serious. "I fear that many will become envious of me now. It is not the Qoo-jan way. That M'lord Dee-Ess and I are now wed and I am carrying his children, it will be hard for many of our race to understand. What shall we do, Husband? Should we not do whatever we can to limit or perhaps eliminate this all together?"

"To be honest, I have no idea of what we could do yet." A memory came back to me. "Ah...now I know."

"What, Husband?"

"Remember the legend? The children were taken away? It was for their safety, right? Somebody obviously meant them harm.

"Then I worry about the safety of my children, Husband."

"We have time to work on that, come Seq-qah." Lot-tah said.

"Where?" Seq-qah asked.

"To a tea...." A tea was something akin to a tea party back on Earth. They were usually attended by women of high social standing. This would be something like a 'coming out' party for Seq-qah.

I was instantly wary. My only knowledge in this area was with Marine Corps officer's wives. Many of them were arrogant and thought their fecal matter was not odiferous. The truth was that as far as I was concerned, their shit really did stink. "Be careful, Wife."

They left and I spent the morning finishing all that hated paperwork.

I had a quick lunch and settled back to relax at little.

Seq-qah returned soon after, throwing herself into my arms and kissing me as if she hadn't seen me in days.

In the early afternoon, Seq-qah and I were taking it easy in our quarters. "Seq-qah, I want you to let your hair grow out."

"Master...I shall obey thee, but I did not wish to give up medicine yet, maybe a little in the future, but never completely."

"I am not asking you to give anything up. I only want you to grow all of your hair back out."

"It shall be as thou wishes, Master."

'How did the tea go?"

"Better than thou may thinkest, Master. They were all very polite and friendly...with one exception. General Guerrae's wife, her name is Pehtunnia and she clearly thought herself better than I, but she was not rude to me."

"If anyone ever is unnecessarily rude to you, you will inform me immediately." I said...secretly praying that racism would never rear its ugly head on this world.

Later, as we getting into bed, Qij-jah and Qa-teela entered our bedchamber looking at us both expectantly. My lovely first wife turned to me and became very serious. "The time has come for us to speak, Husband." Said Seq-qah.

To be continued.

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Author's Notes:

Many, many thanks to my editor Pixie87. This is the third chapter she's edited for me...I forgot to acknowledge her in the last one...sorry 'bout that, darlin'.

And thanks also out go to my official, unofficial proofreader, UnexpectedVixen.... Thanks Little One.

As usual, constructive criticism/comments are always welcome, but please keep any 'cheap-shots' to yourselves.

DS



On Another World Ch. 10



Greetings readers! As you may (or may not) have known, my computer crashed...temporarily putting a halt to my writing. But, as you can see, I'm ba-a-ack! Okay, okay...I can't blame it all on the computer crash. There are other reasons as well. For example, in real life, I'm a single parent with a teen-aged son...need I say more?

All right folks, here it is! For those of y'all who wanted more actual sex...read on. Again, I am not knuckling under to those who complained about the lack of sex in this series...usually, I plan my sex scenes well in advance, but this one became unexpectedly necessary to the plot regarding Dee-Ess's relationships with his new wife and the two remaining slave-girls. It'll start with a brief, abbreviated 3 female/1 male orgy of sorts. And perhaps a wee bit more sprinkled throughout this chapter. Other than that, I will get back to the most important thing...the story. Don't get too used to it. We must all save Terrania from Kahn's evil clutches, am I right?

Some of you may remember that a few chapters ago, I went through a rather thorough explanation on Qoo-jan names and now, I have introduced a 'white' Qoo-jan, named Qa-teela. Somehow, up here in this strange grey mush I call a brain, I reasoned that her name is not different because of her skin and hair color, but rather, her skin and hair color are different because of her name. I know, I know...it doesn't any make sense to me either. Nonetheless, I will continue with it, as is. The 'white' Qoo-jan names will also be gender specific. For example, if Qa-teela were male, he'd be Qo-teelo

Help! Help! I've finally slipped off the deep end and can't find a good enough shrink that's willing to take my case!





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No! I thought. I had to do something. There was no time! I noticed a large oval shield on the saddle of Kahn's now dead horse. Then, almost faster than the human eye could follow, I ran the few steps to where Tiq-qah stood and grabbed her. I threw her to the ground next to the dead animal and dove next to her, grabbing the shield. Using the horse and shield, I covered us both the best I could just as the arrows began to rain down around us. I lay there in an attempt to cover Tiq-qah as well as I could using the horse, the shield and my own body. Another cry of anger came from those on the wall.

I heard a soft, muffled yelp of pain, followed by a low growl. Despite my best effort, one arrow was protruding from high on her left thigh. She was bleeding badly. The arrow had obviously torn through her artery. Without even thinking about it, I sought out the pressure point and clamped my hand on it. 

Tiq-qah showed me that she had a warrior's sense of humor. Attempting to grin through her pain, she looked at me, winked and said. "As much as I would love the share the pleasures with thee...now might not be the best time, M'lord."

I looked down and saw my hand was only about an inch or so from the apex of her thighs. I grinned at her saying. Perhaps another time? Right now, I'm only trying to slow or stop the bleeding."

"Thou art a physician as well?"

"No, just something I learned back...in my homeland."

"Why not use a tourniquet?"

"If used improperly, you could be at risk of losing your leg. There is no such danger with this method. I ask you to trust me on this point."

"Aye, M'lord."

I peaked around the shield, wondering when the next volley of arrows would be coming. I could see no one but did see a couple of bows being drawn. Then, the entire embankment erupted in flames. Fire-shot had apparently been fired from Gateway to save me. It reminded me of napalm exploding a few dozen yards from me.

A loud cheer came from the wall and screams of panic fear and pain came from where the archers were. I jumped to my feet, threw Tiq-qah over my shoulder and ran, followed very closely by Kôjar toward the gate. Trying to keep Tiq-qah from bleeding out while carrying her and running was difficult in the extreme. But, I managed to do so. 

About a hundred yards or so from the gate, we came to two hulking young men with a litter and my wife. I quickly and carefully laid Tiq-qah on the litter. Seq-qah was readying a tourniquet. "No!" I said a bit more gruffly than I intended to. "Not that. Give me your hand." I continued in a calmer voice. I showed her how to apply pressure on Tiq-qah's femoral artery. "This will ease the bleeding until the damage can be fixed up."

Seq-qah stared as the bleeding did in fact ease and then at me. "Husband! Is this a kind of magic from thy home wor...homeland? 

"If it is, it's the kind anyone can easily learn."

Please explain, Master. I am shamed. She whispered inside my head, her face glowing in humiliation.

It was not my intent to embarrass you. I simply reacted as I have been trained on my world. I switched to normal speech. "Wife, the fault is mine. I was able to learn things in my homeland that you may not be familiar with."

As the litter-bearers started to move away, Tiq-qah reached out and grabbed my hand. "I thank thee for mine life, M'lord."

I shrugged and said. "You would have done the same in my position, Major."

"Nonetheless...." She said as they took her away for further treatment.

As I got to the gate, General Guerrae stormed up to me looking angry enough to chew nails. "The man needs to die!" He nearly shouted at me. The general then took a breath and then spoke in a softer, calmer voice. "There can be no excuse for this. To attack and attempt to kill you while under a flag of truce. Animal! Barbarian!" The last two words hissed through clenched teeth. Then he changed the subject. "Major Tiq-qah...was she hurt badly?"

"She'll recover." I assured him

Guerrae nodded. "Captain Kol-lah will have to fill in. She is competent. I have faith in her. How long will Tiq-qah be unable to fulfill her duties?"

"Ask my wife. She can give you a better answer than I can." I told him.

Seq-qah chose that moment to come to me. "Thou art uninjured, Husband?"

I grinned. "Not even a scratch!"

She went on. "Tiq-qah's injury is less serious than it seems. Her injury has been repaired for now. She should be back to full duty in less than two weeks." She looked at me. "If not for thee, she may have bled to death. She owes her life...and her leg to thee, Husband."

I nodded again. "Tonight, I will teach you about pressure points. Using those, you can save many limbs that might otherwise be lost." In some ways, medicine on Terrania was without equal. In others, it was barbaric...at best. I was somewhat dismayed at its shortcomings. Things like simple first aid I had once learned on Earth were all but unknown here. Something else I would have to change.

"Husband, you never cease to amaze me." She said, than switched to telepathic communication. Master, Thou art a healer? On Terrania, a healer was a few steps above a physician, possessing almost magical abilities.

No wife, I am not a healer. We will talk about this tonight.

She winked at me. Yes Master, if you're not too busy pleasing your women. She followed that with a soft giggle.

"Shall we have our noon meal, Wife?" I asked, heading to my quarters.





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I still worry.

Yes, Master. You are in need of an update to Kahn's progress?

Yes.

I think that things are progressing much slower than he would like. He has been in a terribly evil mood as of late. She paused a moment and then went on as if whispering. There is a great deal of dissention in the ranks here. I wish I could say more, but I simply do not know the extent or how it will affect things. 

Then, she paused briefly. Master...I have been summoned. I must go now.

Try to take better care of yourself.

I shall, Master. Never forget that I am thine. Contact was cut. I got back to business.

After my talk with Noj-jah, I summoned Captain Kraygar. When he arrived, we began to put the next phase our plan together. His men were divided into ten, ten man teams. Each led by a senior sergeant. We sent eight teams to the east along the strand for more training. They would 'practice' their new skills in the countryside. Another team was sent west to keep an eye on Kahn's forces. That was Team 1, the best of them, or as they referred to themselves, The Thorn. They said they were going to be a thorn in Kahn's side. Tiq-qah, who was almost completely healed from her incident, had asked for and received permission to lead them.

The next two weeks went by at a snail's pace...even though there are no snails on Terrania. Very early one morning, I was summoned to the wall...urgently. The frantic guard told me the battle was beginning.

I arrived within just a few moments. The sun had not yet risen. I starred. My enemy was starting his move.

My first sight of Kahn's army did not exactly fill me with confidence. I had never seen...nor even imagined so many siege engines. Trebuchets, catapults, onagers, even a battering ram at the rear of their formation. Hundreds upon hundreds of them, perhaps thousands. Information received from Noj-jah and the Silent Service, let me know that there were at least 70,000 troops camped throughout the swamp, concealed from my line of sight. All Kahn's siege engines were just out of range of our largest shooters.

I turned to General Guerrae and said. "It would appear that we have our work cut out for us."

"Indeed! But, I think it unlikely that they will ever be able to breach the wall."

"Perhaps...." I said doubtfully. "Kahn is not a foolish man. The Mongol people where he comes from are among the most feared warriors in their land.

"They cannot even lay siege to us. How could they?"

"Then it hit me. "How big is Zoqeland's merchant fleet?"

"Why, it's second to none, M'lord...." The proverbial light coming on.

"Dammit!" I cursed, mostly to myself. Instantly, I knew what my enemy's plan was. "How soon can we get another couple of divisions on the strand?"

The general frowned. "I see...probably not soon enough."

"See to it!"

"It shall be as you say, M'lord."

Kahn's plan as I saw it was to put a large number of troops ashore to the east of Gateway to cut the supply lines. I calculated some where near the middle of the strand would be best. He would also have to attack many of the coastal cities as well, such as Edisekal and Eetnas. Depending on how Gateway was set on supplies, this could be a major problem. There were small docking facilities at the south end of the wall, but they were not large enough to keep the city supplied in the event of a siege. I quietly sighed. I had a couple of weeks before, sent eight of Kraygar's teams out on training exercises. They were all smart men and would know immediately that we were being invaded and act accordingly. We would not be completely shut off.

As if reading my mind, Guerrae said. "We have food to last a cycle or more. Other supplies, the same."

Still thinking of the limited port facilities, I asked. "Are there any ships docked here now?"

"Three, M'lord."

"Have their captains see me later today. Have them all make preparations for getting under way." After a moment of thought, I said. "General, take me to the dock. I want to speak to those captains personally as soon as possible."

"Yes M'lord."

About an hour later, I was speaking to the three captains in an office overlooking the dock. "Kahn is going to land troops along the Strand, to cut off our supply routes. We must find a way to prevent that." 

"We shall get started on that as soon as possible!" Said the largest of the three, a Seaborne named So-Larri. He reminded me of an old New England whaling captain. They were standing to depart when the door burst open. A young Qoo-jan boy dashed in. "M'lords...a ship!" He said pointing back out the door he just came through.

We all ran to the nearest tower and I looked through the 'far eyes' to see the ship. The 'far eyes' are a large mounted set of high power binoculars. Very much like the 'big eyes' used by the U.S. Navy back on Earth. Looking through them, I could see the ship clearly. It was obvious that it was very heavily damaged. The foremast was gone. The mainmast appeared to be broken in half. There was plainly a great deal of jury-rigging to get her under sail power. And then, I recognized her...the Sea Hawk! There was also a great deal of damage to the hull. Many of the shooters were damaged or destroyed. And there, on the quarterdeck, stood Sa-khonsu, the Sea Hawk's sailing master, a bloody bandage covered half of her head.

When, a while later, the Sea Hawk moored, physicians and other medical people were the first on board her. Sa-khonsu, having spotted me came straight to me. "M'lord. The captain was badly wounded, but is expected to survive...as are most of the other mates. However, the second mate is dead. All together, 17 dead, 40 wounded."

"Tell me what happened." I said; happy to see her and to know that So-lonni, the Sea Hawk's captain had also come through whatever happened.

"We were set upon, M'lord...by the Great Kahn! I was sure that we would all die, but Captain So-lonni was brilliant!"

"How did you escape?" I asked.

"We didn't, M'lord."

"But you were outgunned more than four to one!"

"The captain defeated her, M'lord. I've never seen the like in all of my life. I've been sailing master on here for a long time and he had me doing things with the ship, I did not think possible." Sa-khonsu took a breath and then went on. "At the end, the Great Kahn was on fire...and then...and then." She paused, a wondering confused look came over her features. "Then there a bright flash of light and a horrible sound...then a huge ball of fire...and then...she was just gone!"

"Gone?"

"Yes, M'lord. She was there...and then she wasn't." She held her two fists in front of her, threw them out quickly spreading her fingers, and made a simulated exploding sound with her mouth.

"She blew up." I said. It was not a question.

Sa-khonsu looked confused again for a moment and then smiled. "Yes, M'lord!"

This was not good news. Kahn had gunpowder...or something like it.

A man ran up to us and identified himself as the Dock Master. "How may I be of help, M'lord?"

"First thing, get repair crews on the Sea Hawk. Then...."

We were interrupted by the sound of a distant explosion. "Merciful Kriegor! What was that?" The Dock Master asked. 

"An explosion...." I said. The Dock Master looked at me as if I were speaking in a strange unknown language. "I'll try to explain later." I said as we ran out the door. We got to the wall at the water's edge and looked. There was a naval battle, taking place about a league from the beach. A Zoqelander ship-of-the-line was attacking Terranian frigate. A large cloud of smoke hung in the air behind the frigate. Apparently, the explosive ammunition was fused the same as the fire rounds. The last shot seemed to have been fused too long and the round detonated after it had passed its target. As was usual, the larger Zoqelander ship was more heavily armed, but was slower and far less maneuverable than the Terranian frigate.

A man who was looking through the near by 'far eyes' said. "It's the Green Falcon, M'lord. Sister Ship to the Sea Hawk." 

I went to the 'far eyes' and had a look for myself. The ship from Zoqeland was named Mongolia. I mentally rolled my eyes. Kahn's idea, no doubt. The Mongolia was nearly twice the size of the Green Falcon and probably had three times the firepower, which fortunately, was all but negated by the smaller ship's speed and maneuverability.

Unfortunately, any advantage the Falcon had could quickly be erased by a lucky shot using the new explosive ammunition being used by the Mongolia.

Then, the Green Falcon turned into a southerly direction and was heading away from us, with the Mongolia in pursuit. Some time later, they both sailed over the horizon and we lost sight of them. 

I looked up and saw why. High, thin clouds told me that there was a storm coming. No ship wanted to be anywhere near land in a storm. And this one would be interesting. Sea storms as they are called on Terrania are much larger and faster than Hurricanes are back on earth, but are rarely as powerful. Winds seldom exceeded 100 kph (kilometers per hour) by metric measurement on my old home world. However, using the same units of measure these storms traveled at nearly that speed across the surface here.

I nodded as the wind did shift and picked up just a bit. The sea storms, just as their counterparts on Earth were cyclonic and usually had a large eye in its center. Also, the storms spin counter-clockwise on Terrania's northern hemisphere. Nice to know that physics worked the same...even eight and a half light-years away.

Guerrae looked up and saw the clouds moving in. "It will be here in just a few hours."

I nodded. "We have much to do." I knew Kahn would be landing troops on the strand before too long. "Have Captain Kraygar report to me immediately." The general spoke to a runner who ran off as fast as he could.

We made our way back to the central part of Gateway near its main gate. The wind had gained some speed but was not blowing hard yet...from almost due east. I started thinking...trying to come up with some kind of advantage. Then it hit me...I thought. I wonder.... As the beginnings of an idea started to form in my brain. I said to General Guerrae. "A good strong wind from the east should increase the range of our shooters, is that not right?"

"It should do so...dramatically."

"Prepare fire shot, a lot of fire-shot. Perhaps we can take out quite a few of their siege engines."

"Yes M'lord, it shall be as you say."

Then suddenly, without warning, Kahn's trebuchets, catapults and onagers began to fire. The siege was underway. They started with fire-shot, just as I knew they would. Their intent would be to set the wall on fire. The stonite, of which the wall was constructed, would burn...but not easily. They would need to keep sustained fire for quite a long time. And that appeared to be Kahn's plan. A huge wall of fire raged at the base of Gateway's wall.

The battle for Gateway had begun in earnest....

To be continued....

First, I ask you to excuse any errors here. I sent this to an editor and heard nothing back. Then I sent it to another...with the same lack of response. So, I submitted it as is because it is long overdue.

For those of you who have enjoyed this series so far, thanx! There will be more to follow, but I must warn you that in the next chapter, I have little or no sex planned...and maybe even the chapter after that. That could change, but right now, it's very unlikely. I want to concentrate on the story. 

On another subject...for those who haven't noticed, most of the cities on Terrania, with the exception of Tertapolis, are actually named after cities in San Diego County, California, which is where I live. They've just been spelled backward. Edisekal is Lakeside, etc, etc....

As always, constructive comments welcome.

DS