Jason stood too
fast and was shot, the radium round blowing away the nearby rock and the
shrapnel tearing through his ribs and lung. Breathing was hard in
the thin Martian atmosphere at the best of times, with one lung damaged
and collapsed, even that was impossible and he collapsed. They had
come across the Green Man raiding party attacking some slavers or pilgrims
and joined in to assist. He never regretted that decision as he fell.
Eibhlin killed her enemy then ducked and beamed the distant Green Man
with the rifle and looked around estanning death all around. As far
as she could tell, she was alone so went to search for her friend and nephew
and lover, the only other of her race on the entire planet. Before
finding him, she thought she was alone, the sole human abducted and changed
by the Demons. She suspected that there were others but in twenty
years of futile searching through out Demon Space ten thousand light years
away, she finally found him here on Barsoom a bare thirty million miles
And she was but twenty years since her change and still learning what
the Demons did. Jason, her nephew a dozen generations younger, was
actually near two centuries older than she and friendly to the Demons so
knew more and had been explaining to her what they were when the Green
Men attacked. He had so much knowledge and experience. True,
he expected her to lie with him and she did so only to ease her own Need
for both suffered the enhanced sex-drive that was common among Weir.
She was trying to learn to enjoy normal heterosexual-sex, she really was,
but though she could now bed a man and even enjoy the experience, she still
preferred women and daily wished that Jason had breasts and vagina, sometimes
so strongly that his telepathy picked it up. At those times he would
laugh and offer to find them both an attractive woman though Jason was
obsessed with breasts and Eibhlin enjoyed them but saw the face as more
important. And on Barsoom, all women had beautiful faces and small
She soon found him laying under the shattered rock and ran to her companion.
“Wake up! Dammit!” she screamed and shook him to no avail. He was
dead and she was alone again. She cried, holding his hand, “You have
so much to teach me. I was going to take you back to your home and
meet your people, our race. We were going to get drunk and pick up
women together.” She was crying, her thoughts and desire and emotions without
control so she sat there, in the shade and cried for what seemed like hours.
Finally she let go, his body already stiff for his hand remained aloft,
and searched the dead for food and supplies then returned to bury the Weir.
She had the hole dug by dark, knowing he was pagan though raised catholic
and her catholic past wanted to do a proper service, and as she dragged
him in the dark she stopped. This was wrong somehow. He was
stiff but not with rigor-mortis. She tapped his skin and it felt
like a shell? She relaxed and looked around, the rocks
glowing in the dark as they gave up their absorbed heat but the bodies
of the Green Men and even the Red Men already cool and dark. Jason
should be cold too but she saw some heat. Not much but still….
She lay her ear over his breast but heard nothing. She licked
her wrist and held it over his nose and still nothing but still, she knew
he wasn’t dead. Something had grown a shell over his skin to protect
him. The Demons did things to her that she was still discovering
like she could not only estann thoughts but she could sometimes implant
thoughts or influence others. She could detect EM-fields and even
control them to an extent. She healed easily and even re-grew her
maidenhood if she avoided penetration for a few weeks so maybe this was
another aspect of the Weir that the Demons forgot to tell her? Jason knew
everything because he remained close to the Demons and claimed to live
on a planet of Weir. Despite his rutting ways with her, she remained
to learn more. But he never told her this.
Ignoring the grave, she took silk and made a tent over some still-warm
rocks, built thoat-dung fires around to contain heat and sat on guard with
the radium rifle taken from a Green Man she had killed. It was long,
far longer than she was tall but then, so were British muskets and she
had used those in the past. She knew she could stay wake for days
if need be and determined to stand guard until she was certain that Jason
was alive or dead.
And awake she remained. The banths and calots arrived and ate the dead,
ignoring her in favour of easier carrion and she still watched, holding
him with her tail, wishing him back to life. After the second day,
she had food and water and mantilla milk but she was beginning to nod off
and forcing herself awake she fantasized about her former lovers, Chlariassah,
Kara, Jean and the other women she had loved, wishing that they were here
with her for she missed their touch, their kisses, even their breasts.
Breasts? She must be hallucinating for as much as she loved her own
Weir-large breasts, and as much as she loved touching and kissing the breasts
of her lovers, why think if those now?
Jean was there, talking, Jean had large breasts but they sagged as do
all humans who were that large. Still Eibhlin loved her. “It
was never to be, Eileen,” Jean was saying. “I always told you I was
straight. And I was involved with Jason too. I’m sorry but we couldn’t
even hold hands in public.”
“But you used me and abandoned me!” Eibhlin cried out. You all
abandoned me! Even Jason left me! Why can’t I find a woman
who will love me and stay with me.”
Kara spoke up, “I never loved you either but I liked you. And
I was straight too and that’s why I left you, you tried to make me into
something I wasn’t.”
“I liked her too, just not that way, and your tits sagged too, just
not as much because they weren’t big enough.” Jean insisted. And
the two argued for a long time while Eibhlin tried to interrupt, “Shut
up! You aren’t real! I left you both on Earth. YOU ARE
She obviously needed sleep and then passed out from exhaustion.
Jason was overwhelmed with claustrophobia. The Shitai and their
Green Pirate allies were coming by the thousands. His Lanai already
dead and only he and Ayiesha alive. Alive only because they had been
fucking behind a rock. Grenades and rockets struck the rock and he
was buried with Ayiesha, she trying to drag him free but not strong enough
to move the boulders. She was screaming, “We have to get out!
Don’t leave me! The grubs are here and want to eat me! Hold
He struggled, too small and weak to move the rocks that covered him.
He struck and fought then finally broke through!
Jason sat up holding his side where the rocks had broken ribs.
The pain was gone but dried blood flaked off with his touch. He coughed,
tried to vomit but his stomach was empty and he was starving. “Water,”
he croaked to her aunt.
Eibhlin sat there, holding the rifle and staring at her, doing nothing
else but stare.
He called again, “Water! And food, I’m starving,” then he collapsed.
He felt water dribble into his mouth and she awoke to swallow, then
taking the canteen, sucked it dry, not caring about the cramps in his empty
stomach. Then, “More please!” He moved his strawberry-blonde
hair from his face and accepted another canteen, this of Mantilla milk.
He drank this slower for his body could not process Mantilla any faster
than a human body could process milk. Finally as he allowed his system
to absorb the Mantilla, he stopped and asked, “What happened?” I remember
the Green Men attacking, I think.”
Eibhlin stared at him, never looking away, “We were ambushed.
Maybe a dozen Green Men. They killed half the slaver company within
moments and we tried to make a stand here. You and I are the only
survivors but… a rifle round exploded and sent shrapnel through your chest
and you died. I thought. I was going to bury you when I saw
a shell form. You weren’t alive but not dead either. Then a
few days later you broke free.” She pointed to the husk that still looked
like Jason but was fast breaking apart.
“That happens sometimes. If we don’t die immediately but the damage
is too bad, our skin shells to protect us while we heal. If the damage
is too bad, we starve before we heal and die in the shell so hospitals
feed us nutrition and regeneratives by IV until we are ready to awaken.
I must have been at the mid-point and you fed me enough energy to keep
me alive. You must be starving too.”
“I am, I ate more than normal and never left your side. Another
thing.. Jason, you…. Here!” She handed her a mirror and he looked
a t herself. His strawberry-blonde hair was to his shoulders already,
his breasts large and full and firm, he, no she looked twenty again and
spreading her legs, saw her vagina and upon examination, her new maidenhead.
“Damn! I hate it when this happens.”
She looked at her nephew? Niece? and asked, “This happened before?
Weir change sex?”
Smiling Jason said, “Sometimes. Rarely, but I, we’re special.
I was human so when the Demons changed me they lengthened my Y-chromosome
and sometimes my body gets confused and thinks I am XX instead of XY.
It normally isn’t a problem so long as I produce testosterone to keep me
male and sex causes my testicles to keep pumping out what I need.
Then, years ago, in Russia I was cursed by an androgynous god who used
that to change me into a woman. I was female for three years before
I could change back but the damage was done. Now if I accidentally
take estrogen or don’t make enough testosterone, and if I am damaged, and
if other conditions are right or wrong, when I repair my body gets confused
and I change gender.”
“Like when I change from Weir to Human because of my werewolf genes
the Holy Empire added?” she asked.
“Werewolf?” he asked.
“Something the Kris did to me to kill Demons. I’ll explain later.
So, because of all this and because I was awake and touching you and hallucinating
about my female lovers, I helped change you?”
“Probably. Any one or two conditions I could fight but all together
overwhelmed me. Eibhlin, this isn’t going to be easy for either of
us. I have to get used to being a woman again until I can change
back in a few months. My hormones will be going mad for two or three
months and that will prevent me from changing back. During those
months I will be moody, cranky, horny and a real bitch so please try to
understand and help me through it.” He reached for her hand which
she gave willingly.
Then she smiled for the first time and commented, “So, you are a real
woman now. I watched as you looked yourself over. Something
else, your lips, above and below and your nipples are bright red.
When mine turn that colour, it means my Need is here and I need sex or
else. Are you like that? What do I do, find you a man?
That won’t be easy out here.” She didn’t look at the bones scattered around.
Jason laughed, pulled her to her new body and kissed her hard, “I liked
women as a man and still like women as a woman. I’m glad you are
gay as it makes things easier but, dear Auntie, be rough with me for I
like my sex hard but gentle for I am a virgin again.”
The sun was up before Janice begged Eibhlin to stop. “Goddess,”
she mused, “And I thought I was a queen in heat.”
“It’s been a long time for me, my dear,” her aunt whispered. “To
many months without a woman, too many with a man. I fear I tried
to make up for lost time. Are you angry?”
“Not at all. It has been a long time since I felt that much passion.
I think we linked and fed on each other’s desires and needs.” Janice
felt below, sore for Eibhlin hadn’t listened to her request for gentleness
with her hymen, or maybe she had listened to Janise’s demands for rough
sex? Who knows, who cares, for the deed is done and the obstacle
removed. Then as Eibhlin raised both tails and began to lick the
blood from them, Janice almost shuddered. But then, Eibhlin had been
born a human-woman and had years of menstrual cycles to get used to that
mess. Janice never had one and so retained the male attitude that
anything that bleeds for a week without dying is just wrong. Fortunately,
the Demons saw that too and prevented menstruation in their Weir.
Janice tried to lift her breast to look at her nipples but even flattened
from laying on her back, they were too firm. Human women after a
few years were so floppy they could suckle themselves, this pleasure was
denied all Weir. Touching them, they still felt good but was her
Need over or just satiated for a day?
“You cringed when I licked your virgin’s blood from our tails.
Will you regrow as I do without regular entry?”
“Probably, but I don’t know. My only times as a woman were Human
and each time I changed, I was a virgin but never re-grew. But Humans
don’t regrow. Strange, though, when I return to being male, I am
still circumcised. Weir are born with neither hymen nor foreskin
so they have a few advantages over we who were made this way.”
Eibhlin leaned over Janice, causing the other to reach up and cup her
breasts and play. “Keep doing that and we’ll never leave here.
When my ship arrives, we must explore this Drakonis of yours. I’d
love to see others who are like me. Will I be rejected?”
Janice laughed, “Why for? Because you are made-Weir and not born-Weir?
I’m the same. And honestly, I’ll be embarrassed to return female
but not so much that I will be scorned. Also, dear Auntie, most Weir
are bi-sexual so you will never want for beautiful and desirable lovers.”
“You are like a goat!” Eibhlin commented. “I tried to wear you
out and thought I did. I can feel you ache down there from being
torn… and yet you want more. Your lips and nipples are pink so we should
probably leave now while we have sunlight and before the Banths and Green
Men return.” As they dressed, she continued, “I can see that I am
going to spend more time on my back than feet with you.”
“Complaining,’ Janice asked as she goosed her lover with her tail.
Eibhlin wrapped her tail around Janice’s, raised it to her lips and
kissed the sensitive pad then dropped it and moved away to collect her
gear and weapons.
“Nephew, or rather niece, what do I call you now?”
“Janice Obrien. It fits.”
“Obrien? That’s a man’s name. Why not Ui Bhrian as is normal
for a woman?”
“Because the male form is common in my time. Only people from
centuries ago or peasant farmers well away from the cities or artists seeking
to reclaim the past use the feminine form for Irish is a dying language.
But if it will make you happy, call me Janice Eileen Ui Bhrian. Thus I
carry the old and the new and even your name.”
“It does, my lover. Though we be related, I am your aunt by 300
years and more than a dozen generations so I don’t think this is incest.”
“Plus, Eibhlin,” Janice added, “You may have been born three centuries
before me, but you are only forty and I am two hundred years old which
makes me your senior in age and experience.”
“Still, I am closer to our common ancestor, Brian Boru so am senior
in rank for in my time I still was Tierna and my title respected.
Yours,” she kissed Janice “Is just a formality,” and she pushed her niece
away and walked out laughing.
“As you wish, My Lady,” Janice laughed as she curtseyed and fell over.
“Damn! Now I have to learn how to curtsey again. Especially
with this weight on my chest. I wonder how much they weigh?
We should do a displacement measurement and weigh our breasts sometime.”
“Men are so obsessed with breasts. Try to be a woman and ignore
them until they are needed.” Eibhlin called back.
“Easy for you to say for yours are smaller than mine. Though I find
not as sensitive for I climax with a caress and a kiss and you just get
They argued in good nature as they packed their kits, chose the best
weapons and gear and then walked to the east in their searches.
Their first rest, Eibhlin cut the Green Man’s radium rifle down to size.
The barrel itself was longer than either her or Janice’s body with the
stock almost as long. But with a little work, the rifle had been
shortened at both ends to something long by the Assault Rifles of Jason’s
time but short by her own. Still it was useable and that is want mattered
“This is a very long valley that is filled with marshland. The center
channel is probably kept clear by the Therns to facilitate travel to Dor.
I don’t believe we will find my people there but we may find yours.” Janice
“What about those ridges? They look low and maybe we can take
the thoats along there. Otherwise we either take a boat and abandon
the thoats or travel around and maybe miss anyone in the marsh. I’d
rather not separate.”
“Even if we did, the path is on both sides of the valley so we would
need a third to follow the marsh as you and I covered the two sides of
the valley on thoatback.”
The night before they slept in one of the way-houses the Therns had
built for their pilgrims. And tonight they would do the same for
there was one at the entrance to the valley. Although the Thern religion
of Issus had been discredited by John Carter, many still believed and Barsoom
was torn between those who knew the truth (including Therns who walked
the planet as Panthans) and those who still believed the lie (including
Therns who remained priests without a goddess). As a result, the
way-houses were falling apart and some being abandoned as too much trouble
to repair. But both enjoyed the hanging beds they found inside, which
kept them off the floor and protected them from the ulsios which infested
anyplace where they could find food. “We should picket the thoats
and I’ll climb the ridge to see what I can see.” Jason mentioned.
Eibhlin glanced over, saw Janice on her thoat, back straight, hair loose
and breasts bare. She refused to wear a bra claiming that she had
no need of one and enjoyed the freedom. Eibhlin still wore hers but
that was more modesty. Janice did wear a short silk skirt and had
adjusted her harness to resemble a woman’s version though and even wore
some cosmetics she had borrowed from Eibhlin who generally ignored them
until needed at a party. When Eibhlin asked why, she was told, “Remember
those werewolf movies in America? In Ireland a werewolf is fully
man or fully human. But with each change, if the werewolf fights
it, they retain a bit of their other self. Then the next change is
not as extreme until the beast remains a wolfman, neither man nor wolf
like Lon Chaney Junior in the cinema. It’s like a pendulum.
You release it and it never reaches the other side, then it never returns
to the starting point. Each swing is less and less until the pendulum
comes to a stop in the middle. Same with me, if I don’t embrace the
Change, go all the way to give the pendulum a push, when I return I will
be mostly male but an effeminate male. Then a masculine female until
I am trapped androgynous, neither man or woman but a joke to both like
those trans-sexuals who pretend that no one notices.”
“And how many times have you changed?”
“This is my fourth. My first in Russia when I was cursed, the
second when I accidentally took my daughter’s birth control pills (don’t
ask but that person will never play that joke again) and the final when
I had to change to rescue my daughter in Japan. Each of those I was
human female. This is the first time I am Weir female and it does
take some getting used to, especially re-learning how to pee without drenching
my legs.” Although Eibhlin loved her relative, she did wish the woman
would give up her male speech and be more poetic when she described anatomy
or bodily functions. It just wasn’t lady-like to say ‘pee’ and ‘boob’
So they stabled their thoats in a make-shift paddock, ensured that they
had enough water and moss and as Eibhlin readied the shelter, Janice climbed
the hills. Eibhlin wondered at the resilience of her Niece but then,
the Demons changed them both from Human to Weir and the Holy Empire had
changed her into a Werewolf so changing from a man into a woman was no
Shortly after gathering thoat dung and dried moss for the fire, she
washed in the river wishing for a tree or bush along the bank to provide
real wood that didn’t stink as it burned. But the water was down
there and the ground up here and the plants that grew along the bank were
little more than moss and something that looked like mossy ferns or horsetails
that sent roots down to the water. At least the horsetails were hollow
and collected and filtered water which could be drunk without spitting
“Hello!” she heard and looking up saw a man, human from his color and
heat patterns with a Red couple run up. The man stopped, breathing
hard and continued in English, “I’m Bar Komas from Earth. You are
another alien! Are you looking for Jason Obrien? Do you speak
English? Jason promised to take us back to Earth but I’m staying
but Dr Jennings, Dr Stroud and Captain North want to go back.”
The man refused to shut up, Eibhlin then turned to his companions and
said in Barsoomian, “Koar! I am the Princess Eibhlin Ui Bhrian of
Ulster, a panthan in the service of Odwar Farren Koff and seeking his daughter
Para Far who was last seen on this river after her flier was damaged.
My companion, the Baroness Janice Ui Bhrian is here with me seeking this
man and the others he named. You must be Vos Kar and his sister Kara.
The Lady Janice will be happy to find you all safe.”
Both Red Men stared at Eibhlin, which was normal for her though she
wished that she had removed her bra and combed her hair free to flow before
her chest to reduce that gaze. Her braids and bra attracted more
attention than loose hair and nudity. But when your hair is near
your waist, you had to do something to keep it from getting in the way.
Kara’s hair was as long and wavy but like all Red Woman, it never seemed
out-of-place. Maybe their natural waves did that.
Then Vos Kar smiled and said, “I am glad that Jason Obreen and his..
family are reunited. We have heard so much about Jasoom from Bar
Komas we would like to apologize to him for our earlier behaviour.”
“Jason Obrien isn’t exactly here,” Eibhlin commented not certain how
she should mention this subject. “But please, I am collecting water
for the cistern and we should have water to drink and bathe soon.”
The others placed their gear in the house and helped gather more fuel
for the fire and water to be filtered until Janice arrived carrying a large
fat reptile with too many legs. “Eibhlin,” she called, “I found dinner!
It’s even something we can eat safely!” then she stopped, embarrassed
at the sight of Steve who just stared at Janice’s naked chest, equally
embarrassed but unwilling to turn away.
Janice looked back, then twisted her upper body to the right and left
adding, “tick, tock, tick, tock. Hypnotizing aren’t they?”
Embarrassed, the human stammered as he looked down, then crossed his
hands before his loincloth, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything. I,..
“Forget it Steve, stare all you want. It’s like a nudist camp
where if you pretend, you will always be sneaking glances but if you get
your eyes full now, in fifteen minutes, you will forget the Twins exist.”
Then she walked to the river, deliberately swaying her hips and tail and
hair as she walked then knelt to butcher the lizard and toss the unwanted
parts into the river where fish and water reptiles gathered for the feast.
“What was that all about?” Eibhlin asked as she arrived to help.
“Just having fun, dear Auntie. He never took his eyes off Jennings
when we arrived and pretended to not stare. Sometimes the pretending
is worse than the overt.” She stroked her relative’s cheek with her
tail to show compassion and affection. They loved each other as family
but were lovers in the physical because of their Weir sexuality but neither
actually ‘loved’ the other as in being married. Still, both were
possessive and Eibhlin found herself being a bit jealous of the attention
the man gave her niece.
Inside, as the sun set and the fire tried to keep away the chill, for
the Barsoomian houses were designed to store heat during the day and release
it at night to make the inhabitants a bit more comfortable, Kara cooked
the reptile for both Weir admitted that they were poor cooks who would
burn the meat into leather. Steve was speaking in Barsoomian.
Poor Barsoomian and he reverted to English often but still he had been
learning the language.
“After Kara and Vos Kar and I left His Grace, we traveled north along
the Iss to their home in a valley called Heaven’s Gate I think. Actually
I think it was an ancient asteroid impact crater like the one in Arizona
only much larger. The river passed through it and watered the inside,
half being farmland and the other half being grazing pasture. Vos
Kar got me a job watching thoats in the valley because I couldn’t fight
well enough or herd them enough to be trusted to take the herds out the
valley to be traded and sold.
“Then one day we heard from the farmers during a trade meeting.
That’s where we traded thoats and meat and leather for produce, they told
us that a Thern Goddess had arrived followed by an alien that looked like
a moorouk. I gather that is some kind of monkey. Well the alien had
been bitten by a snake and had a bad reaction and when the Thern couldn’t
heal him, they wanted to stone her or burn her at the stake or something.
I knew immediately it was Dr Jennings and Baron Obrien and snuck out to
help them. Vos Kar and Kara came with me to help because they had
relatives on that side who they thought could help but by the time we arrived,
they had killed some important scientist, burned his lab, murdered some
guards and ran off.
“Since I was their friend, they wanted to punish me for their crimes
and we barely managed to escape and were driven north. We headed
around these mountains,” he motioned to the ones that bordered the marsh
and continued,” looking for Jason and Dr Jennings, hoping that they would
be able to help us find a new home and then met you here. So, where
is your starship and how many more of you can we expect? I guess
you have to go native to blend in here like Jason did on Earth.”
Eibhlin started at Janice and giggled. She hadn’t had this kind
of fun in a very long time. Steve, no Bar Komas as he wished to be
called, thought that Janice and Jason were two different people.
He never stopped staring at Janice’s chest and she made certain that he
had a good view but she also made it clear she wasn’t interested in him.
Kara was an enigma. She obviously didn’t love the Earthman but she
did like him and saw his interest in Janice’s anatomy as strange and Eibhlin’s
bra as more so.
Vos Kar jumped in then, “You are the third of your race we’ve seen here.
Do you have a hidden city around here? Or are you the vanguard for
an invasion? The Morgors are still remembered from their invasion
of Barsoom and from what Bar Komas tells us of the weapons of Jasoom and
how yours are so much more powerful, I fear we couldn’t stop you.”
“Fear not, Vos Kar. My people never invade other worlds so you
are safe. But we do study other peoples and so there are some of
our Historians on your world occasionally, pretending to be one of you
for the purpose of learning about your race and world. As for we
two, we arrived by accident and as soon as we can find a ship, will leave
your world in peace. You have nothing to fear from us.” Janice glanced
at her aunt when she had finished who smiled at her then added, “I
had built a transmitter before I came here and sent a message to my ship.
When received, it will find me and take us all away and you will be rid
Kara remained silent over dinner but stared daggers at Janice who never
ceased to find joy in Steve’s attention until even Eibhlin got angry.
Finally, Janice stretched, tossed her hair back and said to all, “Please
let me explain something to you. My race are not warlike. We
were created to be workers, technicians and though some very few of us
seek the sword, the numbers who do so can be counted on your fingers.
We prefer peace and farming and exploring devices over action. I
and the Lady Eibhlin Ui Bhrian are among the very few who fight.
“But we are not Red Men nor are we Jasoomian. We are as different
from you as are the Green Men and so must not be judged by your standards
for our bodies have needs you cannot understand. Most of your food
that makes Bar Komas ill such as somp, can easily kill us and foods that
will kill him are as nothing to us. As you know, we stink in the
heat for our bodies produce a chemical that evaporates in the heat to cool
us down, a method of remaining cool that is different from your race.
Also your Barsoomian race lays eggs while mine, like those of Jasoom, bear
“So we live mainly on Mantilla milk, usa, and reptile meat and must
bathe often to hide our stink. But there is another way we are different
from both your races. Sex!” Both Kara and Vos Kar became embarrassed and
turned away but Steve leaned forward. “We need sex or we die.
Were I or Eibhlin to go a month without sex, we would suffer, then die
so we must often pair with someone to ease our suffering. It doesn’t
matter if we like the person, only that they keep us alive. Thus
Jennings sacrificed herself to keep Jason Obrien alive as he sought to
return the Jasoomians to their homeworld. I know that disgusted and
angered you but had she not done so, he would be now dead of torture for
lack of sex tortures us as would the attentions of the Green Man.
And another thing, both Eibhlin Ui Bhrian and myself prefer women as lovers.
Sometimes we are driven to the arms of a man for survival but we find that
together, we can keep each other alive for months and hopefully more.
“So, as much as this will anger and disgust you, Eibhlin and I must
be lovers and sleep and ‘love’ each other often for the alternative is
the agony of celibacy which will lead to our deaths. If you cannot
accept this, then I must either ask you to leave us as you did leave Jason
and we will continue to seek North and Stroud alone.”
The Earthman glowed with hope. Of course, he was a nerd, beaten
by jocks, probably had to pay his cousin to go to the prom with him, probably
still a virgin and played D&D twice a week hoping to meet some woman
on the internet who was as geekier as he. And now to have two women,
sexy and built, who admitted that they needed casual sex to just stay alive…
He was in every man’s fantasy.
“That’s why Jason and Dr Jennings made that deal. She kept him
alive so he could save us. What would have happened if she wasn’t
Janice took his chin in her fingers, looked up to him and said in English,
“Then, dear boy, he would have made that deal with you and your oh so inviting
He jumped back in shock and both Weir laughed. “Don’t worry, the
last time Jason was on Barsoom, he bought a slave-girl to keep him alive.
We are a very accommodating race but have no word in our language for rape.”
The two Weir faced off after cleaning up and Janice continued with her
fighting lessons. All watched with Vos Kar offering suggestions to
both and eventually joining in to help teach them more than they knew.
Kara was jealous for some reason. She knew that there could never
be anything between her and the Jasoomian man. He had no prospects,
almost no fighting skills and on Barsoom a woman sought a man who could
and would protect her and her eggs and that was not Bar Komas, the Jasoomian
who took a Green Man’s name. Were she to marry him, she would probably
never bear fertile eggs and those that were would be destroyed. That
is IF the Jasoomian were able to protect and provide for her. Still,
the way he stared at the obscenely large chests of the alien women was
disgusting. She had a vague understanding that they used those mounds
to feed their children but they still looked like some tumor brought on
by plague. And the way Avleen Obreen covered hers up simply brought
attention to them. When they confessed what they needed, she couldn’t
even say the word, ‘physical attention’ or they’d die, the Jasoomian man
lit up and he never stopped staring at them. He even drooled as a
starving man would at a meal of broiled Thoat with somp cakes and the best
wine from Dusar. The more she learned about these Jasoomians, the
less she liked them. That Dwar Mark North was even more disgusting.
With genitals like a Green Man’s thoat, he seemed to feel that she and
the Jasoomian woman would marry him for that alone. The Doctor Stroud
was a fool whose egg his mother should have destroyed as unfit. How
he survived that long was a mystery to her and even the other Jasoomians
laughed at the man. Jason Obreen kept him alive only because he promised
the Jasoomian woman that he would.
These aliens though. They were different. Jason Obreen had
skill with the blade and even these two had some, Janice Obreen being far
better than her aunt Avleen Obreen. And both took advice and criticism
and suggestions from her brother with good grace though it was clear that
both were faster and stronger than was he. The Aunt was younger in
age but Elder in Rank than her niece Janice Obreen which was not unusual
on Barsoom though she gathered strange on Jasoom with their unbelievably
short life-spans, and both fought over leadership, compromising but still,
both were Nobles and both accustomed to being in charge and so it wasn’t
easy for either to take orders from the other or from her brother who naturally
was and should be leader. If she could pretend that they weren’t
rutting like ulsios or even showing affection in public, Issus, no decent
woman would kiss or hold hands in public with her husband and these women
touched and kissed each other constantly. Well, she could no longer
return to her home, not that she had much there with her family dead, perhaps
these could help her find another home, a husband worth marrying and a
new life. All she had to do was learn to accept their ways without
Steve was in heaven. Two gorgeous bi-sexual women with large boobs
and a desperate need for sex. The possible combinations were near infinite.
Just the possibilities of he and they were enough and when you tossed in
positions and …. He didn’t even care about their tails or feet that
made them look like monkeys. He soon learned to ignore those on Jason
and he could… no, the possibilities there, what did they do with their
tails when together? Could he watch? If they were so open about
kissing and touching now, they probably made love in public too.
He sighed and took inventory. Dr Jennings was beautiful!
She was blonde and built and intelligent but she couldn’t even remember
his name and both these knew his name immediately and didn’t forget.
Plus they both made Dr Jennings look like a boy.
Eileen Obrien, or was it Ubrien? Was the younger. She looked like
a teenager (fantasies of her in a cheer-leader outfit jumping around with
pom-poms) at barely five feet tall and her hair was black, straight and
braided to almost her waist. She had that Irish pug-nose, a decent
chest as good as Dr Jennings but was jealous when Janice paid him any attention.
Jealous was good (fantasies of a pillow-fight in baby-doll nighties)!
But she was a Princess and expected to be treated like one even though
she got her hands as dirty as anyone else.
Janice Obrien, Ubrien? Did men and women of their race use different
endings on their nouns? was taller, maybe five four or five five, strawberry
blond hair that curled around her shoulders like a waterfall (fantasies
of that hair leaning over him) and looked to be in her mid-twenties.
Her features were more Danish he thought (didn’t the Vikings invade Ireland
and get a lot of the Irish women pregnant?) plus she was topless and her
chest would put any Hollywood sex-kitten to shame. Larger and totally
firm, he could tell she was natural and not stuffed with silicon. Pity
this lower gravity wouldn’t let them bounce much. Even Dr Jennings
sagged but was firmer on Barsoom than she would be on Earth. Janice
was also a Noble and like Jason, expected people to use her title.
But she was the better fighter and both Weir seemed to be enjoying some
Three alien Weir, all related (twin fantasy) and all trying to rescue
him and the rest of the project members. How long would they be in
that spaceship and how bored would they be before (fantasies of zero-g
groupies, some with Dr Jennings joining in) they invited him?
Neither had piercings or tattoos though both wore necklaces, bracelets
and rings. Eibhlin had earrings clipped to her ears and a chain round
the base of her tail that matched the one on her ankle plus clips in her
hair, and her jewelry was more delicate and feminine, like Kara’s.
Janice’s jewelry was heavier and more masculine like Vos Kar and resembled
that worn by Jason. She tried to dress feminine but her lack of proper
jewelry was a hindrance and gave the appearance of a woman who had found
the body of a Red Man (as did Captain North) and tried to make the man’s
clothing look feminine without much success.
As for weapons, Eibhlin carried her Demon Beamer, originally a cutting
and welding tool but easily modified into a weapon more dangerous than
any hand-weapon on Earth or Barsoom, as well as her curved sword that was
made from Demon metal with a near molecular edge. Although it looked
vaguely like a Japanese Katana, its handle was wrapped simply with no guard
to show the irrelevance for materialism but could cut an engine block in
half. Her other weapons and gear were normal Barsoomian and her harness
was feminine, with weapons. Eibhlin was the only one who carried
a radium revolver, smaller than a normal one but still as deadly, though
made for a woman.
Janice was totally Barsoomian in her weapons save like Vos Kar and Bar
Komas, she carried no firearm.
Sometimes, either alien would use their tail to snap out and grab a
wrist to pull her opponent off balance or if close, an ankle and Vos Kar
had to be aware of that for these women had hand-like feet and a grasping
tail that they easily used and against him and against which he had no
Vos Kor tried to involve Bar Komas but he refused to stand, instead
watching the three with that hip-pack in his lap for some reason.
Then later, after an hours work-out, both Weir were sweating and stank
to the Barsoomian nose though Steve found the smell as enticing as the
beads that ran between their breasts (fantasies of licking every drop of
sweat from their body). So the two excused themselves for a bath and closed
the door behind. Soon the sounds of water splashing and giggles were
replaced by moans and screams which caused the Red couple to leave and
walk along the dock. Steve just sat there and stared at the closed
The next morning, the two left their room, dressed, and even Eibhlin
gave in and exited topless to the delight of the Earthman. She decided
that cold nipples were better than being stared at and left to check the
thoats for the next stage of their journey. They had three thoats,
two for riding and one for pack which would now be given to Kara.
Kara! The same name as her Vanthi lover but they looked and acted
nothing alike. Once again she missed that woman and last night had
dreamed of her, Janice not caring who she thought of as they coupled.
If Janice had even thought of anyone else when they were together, Eibhlin
would have stopped immediately in anger and rejection. The two men
left to search the area for food to take. At one time, these houses
were provisioned but since John Carter, the Therns were hard put to even
keep the roof and walls intact.
Then as Janice was combing her hair, she approached Kara who turned
away. “I’m sorry we disturb you with our ways but we must be true
to our bodies and ask you to not judge us.”
“BUT,” the Red Woman snapped, then apologized for the Weir were, after
all, Nobility and Royalty. “Can you be certain you will die?
Maybe it is just uncomfortable like when we drink too much dirty water
and the stomach cramps make us think we are about to die?”
Janice started to laugh then stopped, “Dear Kara, on Jasoom the men
often tell a girl that if she does not submit, he will die for no other
reason than to get her to submit. Humans lie always to get what they
wish and to justify their deeds. Even Bar Komas wishes to bed us
and thinks of plans to convince us to submit. Yes, you cannot read
his thoughts but we can because we have the same ancestry.
“Here, let me explain thus. In our Homeland of Ireland on Jasoom,
men would often leave their homes and families, build a hut of stones to
resemble a beehive and spend their lives in fasting and prayer. Alone,
they live for years with no hardship save a touch of malnutrition but live
they do. In Japan and China men do the same, leaving to be alone
in the mountains or forest to pray or to perfect their martial arts.
“Sometimes, a Weir will do the same. They do so because their
parents were very religious or they don’t believe what we are but they
try. In every case, within a couple months, they are dead.
Always! And the pain and suffering of their death remain and we feel
them with these antennae so cannot enter. We must have humans who
are dead to such sensations and trauma enter and cleanse the place and
bury the body. The only time we can live without sex is when we give
birth and are nursing.
“You Barsoomian lay 13 small eggs a year and these are so small and
easy that few can tell that you are pregnant or have laid. Humans and Weir
bear our young live and with humans, they carry them for nine months and
birth a baby between their legs that is more than 8% of their total weight
and size.” The Red Woman cringed at that, unconsciously glancing
downward. “How?” she asked then instantly, “No, I don’t want to know.”
Janice smiled and continued, thinking of herself who had been carried
for eleven months and whose mother had been in labour for 35 hours.
“We Weir carry our babies for three months and birth a tiny helpless child
who must be nursed with these. But the infant needs so much intense
milk that a mother can do naught but nurse, feed and sleep for the first
year after birth. She simply has no strength to work and that saves
her from this curse of eternal sex. Sometimes a mother will seek
to raise her child alone and always both die from malnutrition within months
so with us, unwed childbirth is a disgrace and we must hire House-whores
to help care for the mother, the home and to sexually service the husband
until his wife can resume those duties.”
“What a horrid place your Drakonis is. I’m glad I live here for
despite our problems, we have none like yours.”
“There are advantages. On Jasoom everyone bolts their doors fearing
crime. Women never go out alone fearing rape and people die in the
streets from hunger and disease. Slaves we may be to our sexuality,
and we live in terror of being lost alone to die of celibacy. And without
Eibhlin, I would soon die as she would without me or we would simply be
forced to tie your brother and abuse him nightly.” Kara shuddered so Janice
continued, “But on Drakonis few own a weapon and fewer carry one and no
one has locks on their doors. Women may sleep in the parks naked
and alone and be safe from defilement or abduction. No one goes hungry
and we have no word for rape or theft or murder or poverty or starvation
so we all have good and bad in our lives.
“But I need to beg a favour of you. Although my aunt carries weapons,
she wears the Harness and jewelry of a woman. Mine is that of a man.
I would beg you to assist me in to dress properly as a woman who is a panthan
for I am new to your world and never paid much attention to how a woman
For the first time Kara smiled at the Weir and agreed, having Janice
stand and turn as she examined her. Then she took her into the room
she used alone, had her strip and commented, “There isn’t much we can do
with this harness but perhaps the smaller, lighter belts and if we move
them thus and….” Then when she had dressed Janice to her satisfaction,
she opened her own pouch and offered her jewelry, “It’s not much and not
suitable for a Noblewoman but it will help. Now for your cosmetics.
You wear your lips and eyes like a, well I don’t know what that is but
if it is proper on your world, it looks terrible here. Your aunt
the Princess wears none though she would look much nicer if she would.
So let me advise you here. Your hair is so totally unusual it distracts
from everything. It is wavy which is normal but far too short and
almost yellow like a Thern but with highlights of red that I have never
seen. All the Red Race has wavy black hair and women wear it long
and free, though your aunt has hair that is straight and braided. We must
find a color for your lips and eyes that will compliment your hair and
face. Why are your eyebrows so much darker than your head? Oh, you
darken them I see. We shall see what we can do.”
Even on Barsoom women enjoy dress-up and although Janice hated the game,
she understood that it would reduce tension between the two races and help
her return to normal later so pretended to enjoy the experience.
When Eibhlin returned and called out, finding the common room empty, Janice
called, “Eibhlin, come here, we are having a party!”
“Well, dear Niece, do not you look so beautiful. Not as beautiful
as does Kara who would steal the heart and mind of half the races in the
galaxy but still I would not be ashamed to be seen in public on your arm.”
That compliment for her work was exactly what Kara wished and Janice
insisted that Eibhlin join in and be made up herself. “I do enjoy
the look and wear it in public but here, in the desert, it is just too
much work to maintain.”
“Then, Princess,” Kara insisted, “you will not, but for a few hours
you shall look as a proper Red Woman. I only wish we had the proper jewelry
and harness for you.”
When the men returned, calling out for they were long ready to leave,
Kara had them stand by the door and said, “May I present to you the Princess
Avleen Obreen and the Lady Janice Obreen.”
When they entered the common room, Vos Kar stood straighter then bowed,
“Never have I seen such loveliness,” and sought to kiss their hands.
Bar Komas just stood there, his mouth open until Janice passed and whispered,
“Go change your loincloth.” Then to her aunt, “I think we made an impression
on Steve.” They both laughed and packed their gear for the men would
walk and they rode. Janice said to Eibhlin, “I always knew I was
attractive to men but I always thought it was because of my chest.”
“Well, at least Steve now knows what colour our eyes are.” Eibhlin laughed
as they mounted. “I will miss the look though,” she sighed
“I don’t know how Kara keeps herself looking so good when I never see her
making her face.”
“She has a lifetime of practice and besides, scrub we three down and
even naked, no one would notice you or I with her in the room.” Kara
beamed at that for all women, no matter what their planet or age or sexual-preference
enjoys an honest compliment.
While walking, Janice asked her aunt in Gaelic, “Eibhlin, sometimes
when you hear someone call for Kara, your aura flares pink then collapses
to black. Why?”
She glanced back then replied with sadness. “Before I returned
to Earth this last time, I found a Vanthi post and met a woman with the
same name thought their appearances were different for she was Saxon and
not Barsoomian. Kara came with me and loved me only because I offered
her a path away from the repressions of a woman in Vanthi space and because
I promised to teach her to be a starship pilot.
“Then, months later when we arrived on Earth, she fell in love with
the planet and left me to see her Homeworld. I still miss her greatly.
I suppose I loved her more than she did I. Very much like Jean with
Janice caressed her cheek with her tail, an act that Eibhlin was beginning
to enjoy for she learned that among Weir that motion expressed love and
compassion. Then Eibhlin suggested, “Please, let us talk of more
pleasant matters for though I love you as a relative, I do miss those I
loved as mates.”
They soon reached the hills and had to decide which way. “Well,
your charge went down the river we know but did she leave the river and
proceed on foot or was her boat salvaged for a water trip? I can
give my thoat to Bar Komas or Vas Kor and one can go with you along one
trail with the other on the other while I follow the marsh. Then
we can meet on the other side.”
Vos kor interrupted for it wasn’t the way of the Red Man to allow a
woman to make his decisions for him, even women who were as strong and
capable as were the Weir. “These marshes go for more than 700 haads,
a thousand if you follow the trails. That is a dozen days alone on
the trail and who knows what dangers we will see from White Ape to Calot
pack to Banth to Green Men. I suggest we search along the dividing
of the trail and look for clues. You said she lost her device but
maybe she left it as a clue for rescue?”
“Perhaps,” Eibhlin added. “By now she will have become tired of
her sport and she knows I am searching for her. A good idea Vos Kar.”
And although both women wanted to be in charge, they found themselves agreeing
to his ideas.
Within an hour, Steve found a fragment of silk, “Here! Does this
mean anything?” and when together, Eibhlin commented, “It could be
hers. The silk is far too fine for anyone other than a wealthy person
and she was wearing that colour. I think our direction is decided.”
And they rode and walked to the southern edge of the cliffs.
Two days later they climbed a low place in the hills and gazed out upon
the marsh. Some twenty miles away, near the horizon they saw the
further edge though the length stretched into infinity. Down the
center they saw the Iss, red with dust but open of reeds to facilitate
travel but ringed with plants that a spyglass revealed to be something
like cattails, though different. Janice commented, “I don’t see any
land. When I was a galley slave, Marsh Arabs made islands in the
Tigris and Euphrates Rivers from reeds. I’ve been looking for some
but don’t see any but maybe your eyes will be better.”
“Why do you think the marsh is inhabited?” Kara asked.
“Because I have found that wherever life can exist, life will exist.
And on a world like Barsoom where resources are so limited, people will
manage to find a way to exploit those resources.”
Vos Kor added, “It doesn’t mean that those who live there are human?
I’ve heard of the Insect Kaldanes and the swamps of Toonol have leaping
creatures that think so perhaps these marshes have other life that is different.”
Janice looked around, weighing responsibilities against the desire to
explore and decided. “Perhaps later. What about canoes?
Pilgrims?” But no one saw anything so they turned back and continued
on. Eibhlin asked, “You wanted to go, why didn’t you?”
“I have responsibilities. Steve and Jennings must be returned
to Earth. Stroud and North too. Until my duty is done, my own
desires must be second.”
Later they made camp in a culvert where they would be warm over the
night and Janice kissed Eibhlin goodnight as was her custom and upon being
kissed back, proceeded further until Eibhlin pushed her away, “He’s watching!”
Janice glanced then whispered back, “Let him, it gets me hot to know
we’re being watched.”
“I don’t like being public. If you wish to proceed further, find
us privacy. He’ll probably do himself if we continue.”
Janice laughed and sat up, “Could be fun to watch, or he could join
in. Men love to watch two girls. They think we’ll invite him
to join us and I wouldn’t mind being the middle of a sandwich.”
“Men are pigs and so are you. I don’t know how you live with yourselves.”
And she rolled over and slapped Janice away until she gave up.
“Bar Komas, you are really ruining my sex life.” Janice whispered.
The Banth struck just before dawn when the sun was up but not over the
hills and the moss still frozen. It was the crunching of that moss
that alerted the group and Eibhlin was thrown as her thoat reared to confuse
the predator with the waving of its multiple legs. In hindsight,
she realized that it was similar to a school of fish or a flock of pigeons
that milled to confuse a shark or hawk. The seconds the banth took
to realize that the waving legs were one animal and to sort out the target
gave the thoat a chance to turn and run. Instantly Vos Kar and Janice
drew their swords and faced the banth, poking at eyes, ears and nose to
hold the beast off. Still confused from the thoat, the carnivore
growled and snapped and struck with its forepaws which was the only thing
that saved the group. Steve pulled Kara to cover, or rather was pulled
for she knew that if she were hidden and safe, the men would be able to
focus on their own defense. Then the Earthman ran to pick Eibhlin up.
Stunned, she allowed him to help her then he pulled her revolver from her
holster and proceeded to empty the cylinder into the side of the banth.
Parts of flesh and blood larger then a fist were blown away and the
banth turned to its new enemy, exposing its side to Janice who ran in and
attempted to thrust to its heart. The new pain caused it to turn
again and as strong as the Weir was, her sword was wrenched from her hand
and she was tossed some distance to land bleeding from a clawed paw.
Then the banth fell in two, bisected along its body from head to tail,
the invisible beam also cutting through rock yards away. Janice survived
only because she was on the ground and the beamer passed but inches above
All ran to her and rolling her over, she screamed in pain, blood flowing
from her hip. Eibhlin unfastened Janice’s sword belts revealing that
most of the force was taken by her sword sheaths causing wounds to her
hip-bone but not fatal ones. Bar Komas washed the wounds with the
last of his water as Kara carefully applied the miraculous healing potions
that often made death take a vacation.
Janice looked down and swore, “Damn! That is going to leave a
scar. No more g-strings in public for me!” then she passed out.
Hours later she woke up, sore and bandaged and asked, “What happened?”
Eibhlin explained, “You and Vos Kar kept the banth occupied until Bar
Komas was able to shoot it with my pistol. Then I got the banth with
my beamer but not before it clawed you. Had your sword sheaths not
been in the way and tangled its claws, it would have pulled your intestines
from your belly. How do you feel?”
“Terrible. My hip hurts. You have a Beamer?” Confused, she
obviously had a head trauma to forget the device used but weeks before.
Eibhlin answered and kept her talking but stared at her niece’s eyes for
signs of concussion and speech for slurring or confusion.
“I do. I kept it when I left the Demons. It’s not military grade
but a cutter that I modified, but it works well enough.”
“What’s the power and range. The ones my Lanai use are T-class and can
cut a battleship in half at a dozen kilometers.”
“This is maybe G-class. I can kill a man at a hundred yards easily
but not much more. The power decreases with range after a few yards.”
“I guess a beamer is a weapon but T-class? G-Class? What does
that mean?” asked Steve, again a technician.
“Power useage. Think of T-class as taro-watt and G-class as giga-watt.
It’s not accurate but gives you an idea. We use them instead of lasers
though, ouch! Fuck that hurts! If we can find a decent lab, maybe
we can make a laser or T/R-ray since beamers are beyond even Barsoomian
technology. Do you have any other technical devices with you that
I forgot to ask about?”
“I don’t, dear. When I transited, I was clutching my sword and
beamer and thinking of defense and escape. Thus my clothes and gear
were left behind but those weapons came with me.”
“What’s a T/R-ray?” Again Steve was curious. For a man planning
to remain on Barsoom, his Earthly training did appear at the most inopportune
times. Kara pushed him aside and began to remove and examine her
wounds, seeking a bump on the skull. Steve stared and Eibhlin said
finally, “Yes, she’s a natural blonde and no she cannot have sex right
now or until her injuries heal.”
“What do you mean no sex? Just be careful!” Janice complained.
In Gaelic Eibhlin snapped, “That is your inner-man talking. Men
want to get laid when they are dieing. Women loose their sex-drive
as soon as we are ill or injured.”
“But a few good orgasms will help accelerate the healing.” Janice suggested.
“Are you just saying that or is that true?” Wondering if this
was concussion talking or another truth of her biology.
“True, Auntie. Just give me enough time to prevent you from ripping
the wounds open and stuff my stomach to provide replacement mass and I
can be walking tomorrow. Damn, I forgot, lez-sex doesn’t heal so
it will have to be Steve.” Then to Bar Komas in Barsoomian, “It’s
an Amtorian weapon. Basically, you combine parts of the Actinide
Series in such a way that the radiation breaks down the Weak Forces of
anything or just animal tissue, depending on the way it’s constructed.
Since the Barsoomian use Radium so easily, they should have the technology
to generate T and R-rays.”
“Phor Tak,” Steve mused.
“Who,” Janice bit her lip as Kara cleaned the pus from one of the deepest
scratches. “Maybe no sex tonight.”
“Phor Tak. He was a scientist of Jahar I think. He invented
invisibility paint, guided missiles and a disintegrator that sounds like
your T-ray.” Then as Janice stared at him, “Ok, I read the novels
and they are coming back to me. I don’t see how that could be though.
The Actinide Series is the highly radioactive series between Actinium (#88)
and Rutherfordium (#104) and Radium is #88, a totally separate Group with
different Valences. Besides, the lead shielding you’d need for a
Radium reactor would be too heavy for any aircraft, not to mention a hand-gun.
I don’t even see how these bullets can contain Radium and not kill us with
Eibhlin switched to Gaelic, “The man is smart and fortunately, too smart
to allow his imagination to run free. He knows what he learned and
nothing else. I’ve already figured out how to combine Neptunium and
Plutonium to do the task.”
“He did say that he built what Jennings told him to build and Stroud
wasn’t smart enough to realize that degaussing a metal mass wouldn’t deflect
radar. So we are probably safe allowing the two to return to Earth.
Try Neptunium and Berkelium with a Cesium- Helium catalyst.”
“You’d need a coolant to drop the Helium to -273 degrees for that.”
“Not if you …” The discussion got very technical for both had
been engineered for that purpose by the Demons. Neither could invent
a new device but both could build anything they could imagine and both
had seen similar weapons in the past.
But the discussion did take Janice’s mind from her wounds, which was
her aunt’s plan and soon, she was bandaged again, fed and Kara said to
them, “Your hip-bone is scratched and skin tore badly. I am not a
physician but did what I could. You will live and walk again but
be scarred, though looking at your back and legs and belly, this is not
unusual for you.”
Janice laughed, “It does mean I’ll have to get undressed in the dark
when my lovers are present.”
Bar Komas spoke softly, “I think your skin is beautiful as it is.
Were it perfect, the Gods themselves would strike you down in jealousy.”
He had spoken in English so both Weir turned to look. He hadn’t
intended for them to hear and became embarrassed until Janice motioned
him over, “Thank you, though I am far from beautiful. Attractive
and sexy with a rack that won’t quit but hardly beautiful.”
“I think you are.”
Then she kissed him. On the lips and gently and pulled away quickly,
embarrassed herself and said, “I need some sleep.” Then Eibhlin covered
the two of them with a fur and silk and asked in Gaelic, “What was that
“I felt like it. Besides, he deserves a reward for shooting the
banth.” Then added “Maybe my hormones are still going crazy.
This clawing isn’t enough to force me to change back.”
“That would be embarrassing for you two if it did. Good thing
we are not in love or I’d be jealous right now.”
“We also need to distract him from local technology. Jennings
understood a lot of it immediately, I’d like to not worry about him doing
the same because the more who learn this stuff, the more our people have
to watch. If I can keep his thoughts on our ass and tits, then he
will be too confused to study what he shouldn’t.”
“Just be careful it doesn’t backfire or you’ll never be able to bend
over around him.”
Janice yawned then asked, “Wake me for my watch,” and was snoring immediately.
The next morning no one woke Janice and when she did awaken, she was
angry. Everyone ignored her complaints until Kara arrived to change
her dressing, “I’m not an invalid,” Janice insisted.
“You will be if you don’t let this heal. My, it is well on the
way to healing. Is that tender?” She poked carefully at the
“A little sensitive but not painful. My kind heals fast.
The Demons didn’t want to loose our service while we malingered in the
med-bay. Just give us lots of food to rebuild and we’ll be fine.
I gather there is no infection?” She was thinking about the snake-bite
that almost killed her not long ago and feared the same with the banth.
“None. Banths are very clean and rarely have dirty claws. Tomorrow
we shall see if you can ride.”
“Tomorrow or I shall have the Princess sit on you as my brother and
Bar Komas tie you up.”
Janice lay back defeated. “I’d enjoy that too much but even a
light spanking would be too much right now.” Kara looked at her in
disgust, not knowing if this was another joke or if she were serious.
You could never tell with Janice. Eibhlin was simple to understand.
She had a terrible life and refused to allow herself to heal as she searched
for something even she didn’t know. Janice had a terrible life and
joked about it and seemed to have a purpose in her life which she enjoyed.
But the Earthman was now ignoring the Red Woman and running to serve Janice,
begging as a slave to bring her breakfast, wash her face, fetch her anything.
Eibhlin tried to explain that Steve was a ‘nerd’ or a ‘dork’ and although
decent looking, was desperate for any female to pay him any attention.
Since Janice had kissed him, he thought he was in love. “She will
hurt him soon enough. She won’t mean to but it is inevitable when
she reminds him that she prefers women and they cannot have that kind of
“I thought you Weir would…” she couldn’t say the word, “be with anyone?”
“We do, when desperate. But right now we are not. Maybe
in a few months when our bodies realize that we are women and not a man
and women. Then Bar Komas will have every fantasy he could ever wish.
But we hope to have found whom we seek and be well on the way to returning
everyone to their homes by then.”
That afternoon Janice asked help to stand and walk, help that was politely
refused until she called, “Steve, if you don’t help me stand up right now,
I will roll over and stand by myself and tear open every scab on my body!”
Eibhlin came to help and with one under each arm, the human glorying
in feeling her breast press into his body, she cried out, “Dammit!
I spent three years on this planet and never got anything more than a scratch.
Now I cannot even walk a haad without almost being killed. What the
hell is going one with me!”
With some help, she was able to walk and rest and walk some more.
By sundown she could walk some distance without aid though her hip ached
so. Steve commented to her, “You are amazing. Had that been
me, I’d be in ICU in a hospital for weeks and not healed this much in months
including physical therapy.”
“We heal fast or we die. Thanks Steve. Feel free to take
a grope as your reward.” He turned red, averted his eyes and ran
away. “That wasn’t nice,” Eibhlin commented.
“I was serious. He’s been nice and brave, as brave as he can be
so I was going to reward him. You know how men are, let them cop
a feel and they are happy for days. Besides, I must be settling in
because as much as men disgust me, I find that I am dreaming of being held
down while slammed by a hard….” Eibhlin wondered if her niece was
beginning to accept her new sex too well and turning to men for lovers.
If so, everyone would be hurt when Janice returned to being Jason.
The next day Janice insisted, “The longer we wait, the more chance that
Para Far will be lost to us. I can walk and when I cannot walk, I
can ride. We need to move out now!”
Sighing, Eibhlin agreed and even Vos Kar said she was right. But
they were down to two thoats, Eibhlin’s having run off with her saddle
and gear and the Green Man’s radium rifle during the banth’s attack.
So Kara rode one with half their gear, the being second for Janice and
the other half of their gear. She walked until her hip hurt and then
rode until her thighs hurt then dismounted and walked again. And
always the Earthman was there to offer her his arm and ask if she needed
water or anything.
Finally she asked Eibhlin to walk with her and asked her shadow to walk
the thoat slowly to cool it down.
The two walked ahead of Bar Komas and conversed in Gaelic for privacy,
“Was I ever that bad?” Janice asked.
“Worse,” her aunt replied. “I couldn’t bend over for fear you’d
poke me in the arse or cunny.”
Janice shook her head causing her hair to flow and the Earthman to drool
again. “What shall we do with him?”
“I think you should either bed him or tell him who you are. He’s
either a virgin and will be desperately grateful for any sex or homophobic
and disgusted but still desperate for sex. The former will make him
fall in love, the latter drive him away.”
“Then why don’t you? You have more experience with men than do
“I? Janice? I’ve only had maybe one or two male lovers in my entire
life. You know more of what a man likes than do I.”
Janice laughed at that, “One or two? You rent male whores every
month to ease your Need!”
Eibhlin snapped, “They don’t count!” and moved ahead. Her ‘sin’
as she called it, was always a sore spot with her.
“Then, dear Auntie,” Janice called to her back, “What was I? Lover
Bar Komas came forward to ask, “Lady Janice, pardon me for asking but
I seem to recall that you say that you were born in the mid-20th century
and are 200 years old but you look 25. Your Aunt, Princess Eibhlin
was born in the 17th century, is 40 years old and looks 17. How can
that be when this is barely the early 21st century?”
“Time travel tends to cause a lot of anomalies.” Janice commented,
not really thinking about the question.
“Time Travel? But Einstein proved that time travel is impossible.
It violates the Law of Conservation of Matter.”
“Then,” Janice snapped, still upset with her aunt’s hypocrisy about
her sexual relations with men, “I must be as mad as my own mother to think
such a thing possible.” And refused to listen to anything else he said.
Finally to break the tension Kara came forward to ask, “Lady Janice,
you two say that you were once Jasoomian but Demons changed you?”
Sighing, she explained as much as they would understand. “Demons
are a race of warm-blooded six-limbed reptiles whop evolved intelligence
fifty-million years ago. They accidently discovered Jasoom a thousand
years ago and abducted a local city then released them into space.
A really stupid move on their part because humans are very good at starting
“Well, it was during the Kris War some centuries past that the Demons
began to modify the humans in their space into soldiers, to do what the
Demons could not. Then they discovered that we had other uses than
killing. So they began to take people like Eibhlin and myself and
probably others and make them into technicians to repair their starships.
“They changed us like this to see into the Infra –Red and Ultra-Violet
spectrums of light, to see in near-darkness, to hear higher and lower frequencies
of sounds and to detect electro-magnetic fields. They also changed
our feet into something like hands and added a tail to move about in zero-gravity
and act as extra limbs. All to work on and repair their ships.
“They also enhanced our regenerative ability and life-spans so we would
serve them longer but they made mistakes. Our sexuality is one of them.
We heal faster and live for centuries without ageing but without regular
sex, we die. It’s accurse we never managed to fix.
“I suppose they intended us to be their worker-slaves for centuries
but after a few years, they released us. Now, we have a Barony of
four dozen star-systems so we survive though some of us leave and explore,
but never alone.” She laughed at that.
“But the Princess travels alone and so do you?”
“Not alone so much. We find companion who are willing to serve
us as friends, companions, ship-mates and lovers. In my case, when
I left Jasoom aboard a captured Morgor ship, I went with a crew of Jasoomians.
Some months into the trip, we found a Vanthi ship drifting, all dead as
their fuel ran out and they froze in space. We towed it to a gas-giant,
refueled and I went on with half the Jasoomian crew while the remainder
returned to Jasoom with the Morgor ship. I never learned what happened
Years later as my crew left or died, I was alone so met with a Demon
ship who helped me clone a couple companions who were what we call Lanai.
Synthetic beings to crew my ship, keep me company and service my body.
It was a good deal.”
“Niece,” Eibhlin interrupted. “These Lanai you mention.
Can you make more?”
“Easily. I don’t need much save a decent genetics lab to
work out the DNA and a tank to grow them in. I can make them to order
“Good! Then when we leave, I want that technology to make me loyal
companions to keep me alive too. I have always feared being alone
as my lovers left me to die from celibacy.”
“Then, dear auntie, design the perfect lover and I’ll show you how to
work the DNA strands. It isn’t difficult for most human DNA is junk
and easily shed leaving a Lanai needing but four chromosomes and these
can look and be whatever you wish.”
Steve jumped in, “Sounds like you are playing god there. Don’t
you worry about them revolting and taking over or going berserk or are
you aliens just obsessed with being gods?”
Janice laughed back, “You watch too many monster movies. When
was the last time your toaster tried to take over your kitchen? We
program morals and give them rights and freedom. My first Lanai went
from being what you would call a ‘synthetic-sex-slave-robot’ to Field Marshall
of the Barony, the second highest military rank. It’s all in how
you do it. Plus, dear boy,” she touched him, looked deeply into his
eyes, he no longer noticing the cat-slits, “As fragile as are the Red Men,
so too are you and Eibhlin or myself would break you into pieces were we
to loose control in our passion.” She kissed him them and finished with,
“Lanai are strong enough to survive sex with us.”
She turned away as he sighed, “But what a way to go!”
It was Vos Kar who, being in the lead, heard the White Apes and weapons-fire
first. Torn by his need to protect his sister and the alien
women and the knowledge that they could care for themselves, he allowed
his natural attitudes to control his actions and he called out, “Wait here
with Bar Komas, I’ll see what can be done,” as he ran ahead.
Janice tried to run too but her hip wasn’t healed enough so Eibhlin
called, “You have my revolver, protect the group,” and ran to join Vos
“Dammit!” Janice swore, also torn but she knew that with a beamer, Eibhlin
was almost invulnerable and Kara and Steve needed her for although the
Earthman saw himself as a great Barsoomian warrior and was stronger than
any Red Man, he was still a child with a sword and even one White Ape would
tear him apart. “We stay here, Bar Komas,” she told Steve and rested
on a large rock, Eibhlin’s revolver loose in its holster her hand on the
handle. Both Bar Komas and Vos Kar had requested the weapon but Janice
asked, “Can either of you hit anything with a revolver?”
When Bar Komas was still Steve, on Earth, he confessed that he never
handled a firearm in his life. Vos Kar admitted that he had fired
one occasionally but wasn’t a good shot for most Red Men prefer the sword.
At that Janice tossed a rock into the distance then drew and destroyed
the rock with a single shot as it struck the ground. It was
a lucky shot and she was glad she didn’t have to repeat it for though a
good shot in recent decades, revolvers were designed for short ranges of
a few yards. But the demonstration served its purpose and there were no
Kara dismounted and led her thoat to be next to Bar Komas, ready to
mount and run if needed. “Lady Janice,’ Kara called, “Should you
not be mounted in case we must flee?”
“I am a warrior. My duty is to remain behind and protect my charges.
If we are attacked, Bar Komas will flee with you and protect you until
he can return you someplace in safety.” Janice wasn’t really listening,
her attention being focused on the battle ahead.
Vos Kar had little concern for leaving his sister behind for though
he knew that Bar Komas was inept and Janice Obreen was an excellent fighter,
still his guts cringed at leaving a woman alone. Almost immediately
Eibhlin joined him and slowed to his speed, her sword as ready as his.
Once around the rocks and across the plain, they stopped and observed
a dead White Ape, killed by revolver fire with another climbing to reach
a Red Man and Red Woman. Three other Red bodies showed that the Apes
had lived up to their reputation. The remaining was injured, one
arm blown away but it climbed on four limbs, its two legs and two intermediary
limbs which in this situation were used to climb as it swung a stone cudgel
at the couple.
Vos Kar whispered, “I will attack from behind and cripple it, you climb
around and assist the Red Woman.”
Seeing no reason to question the plan, she ran and jumped up the rocks
with an ease that made the Red Man stare then he gathered himself and attacked
the beast, cutting at its legs which were within reach.
Eibhlin joined the couple above and both she and the Red Man stabbed
down with their swords into the face of the Ape, narrowly avoiding the
cudgel that broke rocks every time it struck.
Finally, giving up on its prey as unreachable at that time, the ape
dropped to confront Vos Kar, doubtless intending to finish him quickly
then return to those above once the distraction behind was finished.
With a scream intended to freeze its prey, the ape raised its cudgel
and advanced, its fifteen-foot height dwarfing the Red Man. Then
Eibhlin jumped and landed on the apes back, her heavier weight and the
impact of her arrival dropping the ape to its knees. A lesser being
would have been crushed by the impact but on Barsoom she weighed a bare
forty pounds and it was the surprise of her action that staggered the beast.
She wrapped her tail around the arm of the ape, used her tarsial feet to
take further purchase and with both hands drove her blade downward into
the ape’s body as Vos Kar ran in to thrust upward to the heart of the animal.
The thing shuddered, screamed again, dropped its cudgel and collapsed
just as the Red Man moved back to avoid being crushed. Eibhlin picked
herself from the ground where she had been flung and smiled, “Thank you
Vos Kar. I wasn’t certain I would survive that.” She wrenched
her blade from the body then together they rolled the ape over to pull
Vos Kar’s sword free. Only then did they focus their attention on
those they had saved.
“Well, Para Far, it has been a long road but at last I have found you.
Are you ready to return to your father or must I kill this man, bind you
like a prisoner and drag you back behind my thoat?”
The Red Woman stiffened and said, “I shall not be talked to thus by
Eibhlin sighed and struck so fast her charge never saw the hand that
stopped lees than an inch from her face, a slap that would have broken
the woman’s neck had it connected. Then Eibhlin took Para Far’s chin
in her hand and whispered into her ear, “I serve your father but call me
that again and I will tie a rock to your ankles, drop you into the Iss
for the silians to eat and tell your father that you were killed and eaten
by banths. Do you understand me?”
She shuddered and barely nodded in agreement than said in a loud voice,
“Panthan Avleen Enyen Obreen, you may escort me back to my father.” Deliberately
ignoring the Irishwoman’s title and position, she walked away to the south.
Giving her charge’s companion a look that said, ‘one reason and I will
happily kill you,’ Eibhlin pointed north and said, “That way!” then sighed
in disgust as the woman turned around to go in the indicated direction.
“I shall have my womb torn out to prevent ever having children like her,”
Vos Kar came close and asked, “Is she that bad?”
“Her father is Odwar and related to the Jed. She is sole child
and spoiled and now I see why. After she hatched, her parents stomped
every other egg they bore into the ground to prevent another such mistake.”
Soon enough, the reached the remainder of the group, Para Far never
faltering and acting as if she were on display the entire walk. Then
Vos Kar said to the newly enlarged group, “Here we have mantilla and a
water seep and comfort, it will be dark soon so we should sleep here tonight.”
Para Far looked around and asked, “You came on Thoat? What of
that flier you chased us with?”
“MY flier,” Eibhlin started to snap then calmed and spoke softly, “was
grounded by Green Man firearms. The Lady Janice found your flier
destroyed by poor maintenance. So unless you have another suggestion,
this is how we go.”
Para Far stiffened and said in as cold a voice as she could, “It is
not my place to make those decisions. That is why my father hired
you, to ensure my safe and comfortable return. I suggest that you
do your job.” Then she sat after staring at her companion who quickly
placed a fur on a rock for her.
Janice stood, alone and without help though all save Para Far and her
companion rose to assist, “And I thought I was a bitch! Whose the
“Just some idiot who thought a grand adventure would endear her to him.
She does this often and I was the only one her father told to fetch her
back. I suppose that he was afraid that anyone else would toss her
“I met a woman like that in Italy around the end of the fifteenth century.
She was a Medici and thought the world revolved around her.”
“What happened to her,” Eibhlin asked, taking mental notes.
“Lucretia Borgia hired ruffians to cut her nose cut in public off after
she bragged that she was the more beautiful. In this case, I don’t
think that would work.” Like all Red Woman, Para Far was undeniably
beautiful and Janice idly wondered about that. ALL Red Women were
beautiful by human standards. At least Janice had never seen one
lacking in beauty. So if all were beautiful, how did they differentiate
the beautiful from the plain? Would a beautiful woman by Earth standards
be seen here as ugly or because her ear lobes were one half a millimeter
too wide would she be seen as unattractive?
“Can I get you something?” Bar Komas asked. The suddenness of
his arrival caused Janice to start and grasping her chest between her breasts,
she panted, “Don’t do that! I near had a heart attack.”
“I’m sorry, I thought you looked sad and thought I could help cheer
She looked him over from head to feet then back again, trying to see
him as a potential lover and not an annoyance. He was decent looking.
The flab from working around a soldering iron on Earth having given away
to muscle. He was no Mark North but he did look .. nice. Hard,
lean, tanned. Put him in trunks and on a California beach and he’d
now attract attention. “Stand and turn around please.” She asked.
Nice ass. Really nice ass. The kind you grabbed and dug your
nails into as he … bury that thought!
“Why me?” she asked. “Why not Kara who is far more beautiful than
I could ever be. Is it these?” she held her breasts in offering,
“Or the fact that you know you stand no chance with her? Or you think
my promiscuity will eventually get you laid? Why?”
Steve looked like a puppy she had just whipped for piddling on the floor.
“I just like you. You are beautiful and intelligent and you were
nice to me. Women aren’t nice to me, they use me. They had
me do their papers in school and even at the project, Dr Jennings didn’t
even know my name and we worked together for three years. You knew
who I was even before we were introduced. I thought you liked me.”
“I remember.” She sighed in apology. “I was the same way,
never had a date until I was, what, I really don’t remember but it was
late. People used me and cast me aside. Now they chase me for this
(she stroked her hair) and these (she touched her breasts) and because
I am a bit of a whore at times.” She sighed, took his face in her
hands, he not even tensing at her dorsal thumbs and looked into his eyes,
eyes that looked back not seeing the cat-folds but the person he thought
was within. “Bar Komas, Steve, I’m not what you think I am.
I’m not what you want and I am certainly not what you need. There
may come a time when I bed you, but it will be for sex only and I will
use you and cast you aside and when you learn the truth about me, you will
hate yourself almost as much as you will hate me.” She kissed him,
gently, almost wishing she were wearing lipstick to give him something
to remember, then said, “You are a nice boy but I’m centuries older than
you and will be young centuries after you have died of old age.”
Then she brightened, “I have an idea. Stand there. Eibhlin!
Bring another mirror.” Then she removed a small one of polished brass from
her pack and held it before him. “You are not the dork you were on
Earth. Look at that body. Lean, hard, athletic. If I
liked men, you would be one to choose. Not as buff as North but still,
enough to turn any eye on the beach. This planet has been good to
you. Eibhlin, hold that mirror behind Bar Komas so he can see his
The man looked, perhaps seeing himself for the first time and Eibhlin
added, “Were I not a confirmed lesbian, I’d do you. Tight ass, nice
pecs. Strong legs. Not too hairy. You won’t win a Mr. Universe
contest but then, I never saw what girls saw in them. Too much on
the shoulders and too little in the head and pants.”
They left him as Eibhlin added to her niece, “Now you’ll never get rid
of him. And he won’t be able to handle the truth.”
“How did you?” Janice asked.
“I saw it happen. Had it been the other way, Janice to Jason,
I would have been very angry and hurt. But you helped me accept men
and then you changed. Besides, after twenty years in space living
among Demons and Skree and S’tyr and Vanthi and Mon and whatever Brount
was and a dozen other races, you learn to be really accepting of aliens
and whatever humanity changed to over the last thousand years.”
Over dinner Vos Kar called them together and asked. “Princess
Avleen Enyen Obreen, now that you have rescued your charge, will you now
leave us to return Para Far to her father?”
“I don’t know yet. My flier is destroyed by Green Men, Para Far’s
flier has a twisted shaft so cannot fly and we have but two thoats for
seven people and my goal is some 10,000 haads away. That is a long
way to walk.” A glance prevented Para Far from speaking her mind
and she elbowed her companion when he tried to speak.
“And you Lady Janice Obreen?”
“I still have to find the remaining two Jasoomians or proof of their
deaths. I figure maybe 30 days walk to the place we left them then how
long into the Otz Mountains I don’t know. Then another forty days
to where I left Jennings. I really hadn’t planned to be here that
“I have a thought if you would are to listen,” Vos Kar added.
He knew that both women were prideful of their position and disliked taking
orders from anyone. Bar Komas, he knew, would go wherever the Weir
led and both he and his sister were glad that he was no longer interested
in the Red woman.
When both agreed to listen, he spoke out and all agreed, all who mattered
anyway, that it was sound. Janice only wished they still the rifle
Eibhlin took from the Green man for two revolvers and a beamer would not
Two days later they were at the entrance to the marsh where they released
the thoats and tossed the last two canoes into the Iss. Then they
piled rocks along the expected path to their goal to allow closer approach
and both Eibhlin and Janice searched the rest-house for any EM-fields which
would indicate hidden cameras or other observation devices. Finding
none, they left and made camp within the nearby reeds that ran from the
Iss to the marsh in the valley.
Para Far complained but a suggestion by Eibhlin, “You can either aid
us, stay out of the way or we walk home,” silenced her to an extent though
she ordered her companion as if he were a slave and no one interfered.
“If the fool is that stupid, he deserves her. At least it keeps them
both from underfoot.”
“Are you certain this will work?” Kara asked Janice when they
“Not at all. But I am an expert at this sort of thing and your
brother’s plan seems to be the best we have. At least the moss will
prevent my knees from being bloodied.”
From then on, it was wait. And wait. And wait. Eibhlin
and Janice made love often and once when Janice saw Bar Komas staring,
she blew him a kiss and a smile and continued with her actions. He
avoided her the rest of the day. No one cared what Para Far did so long
as she did it away from them but soon it became clear that she had abandoned
her paramour and was pretending interest in Bar Comas, probably because
he was exotic and strange. “She is using you and unlike Janice, cares
not for your feelings,” Eibhlin told him.
“You are just jealous of her beauty and wealth so return to your lover,”
he snapped. Eibhlin could have fought back but gave up thinking that
he needed to learn and she had tried to warn him.
Eibhlin scanned the skies for her ship but found nothing. Since
she had no idea of when she was, the Mairayd would have to search time
and space for her. She hoped it wouldn’t take too much longer.
And Kara and her brother played Jetan and discussed where they would
go and how long before it would be safe to return to their home.
When your lifetime is measured in centuries, you learn early on to remain
quiet for long periods of time and to respect your fellow’s thoughts so
boredom that was driving the human insane, was easily accepted by the others.
Finally it happened. Kara was scanning the sky with the spyglass
from their hidden spot and signaled the rest. Vos Kar took
over and ordered, “Para Far, take your position in the reeds. Lady
Janice and Princess Avleen, make ready. Bar Komas, ready yourself.”
Eibhlin and Janice hid in the reeds as Steve hid under the wharf.
Red Men are terrified of deep water so none would search there. And
being stronger than any Red Man on the planet, if he could surprise them,
he would have a chance.
The flyer stood to the desert for some time, doubtless scanning the
rest-house and road for signs of life. Then seeing none, it approached
and landed nearby and the Therns opened the cargo bay to remove canoes
which they placed on the dock. During this time, both Weir crawled
along the low area from rock to rock until they were close enough and waited.
Then Vos Kar judged the time right and signaled, firing his revolver
and killing the Thern on lookout on the flyer. At that moment the
Earthman left the water beneath the wharf and screaming like a madman,
charged the Therns on the dock who, startled at a white-skinned brown-haired
lunatic, forgot to draw until it was too late. Bar Komas, paddle
in hand, simply used his greater mass and strength to slam into the Therns
and push them all into the water. Not fearing drowning, he gladly
went into the river with them and as they panicked, he released the paddle
and swam for the shore and drifted along until he found the rope that had
been placed there for him. He then climbed to shore and ignored the
cries of the Therns who were swept downstream until they drowned.
Both Eibhlin and Janice ran for the open bay door which closed immediately,
so the two women met beneath the rising craft and Eibhlin, being the smaller
and lighter, leapt into the waiting hands of her niece who flung her as
high as she could. Eibhlin easily reached the deck and pausing only
to clip a hook to the rail, tossed her rope down and faced the Thern who
ran onto deck, sword at the ready. The man was far better than was
Eibhlin who barely stood her ground for as strong and fast as she was,
the centuries of experience possessed by the Thern fighting Black Pirates
meant that the Thern was one of the best swordsmen on the planet or he
would have died long ago. Having served with Thern panthans, she
had considerable respect for their abilities.
Fortunately, he didn’t count on her companion for Janice grabbed the
rope before the flyer rose too high and climbed the cable. Hands,
feet and tail made to climb around a starship hull found a rope to be as
simple as a steady ladder and a feat that would have taxed a human or Red
Man was easy for the Weir who climbed over the rail and confronted the
Thern who was cutting her aunt to pieces. A quick blow with her fist
and the Thern fell with skull crushed from behind. Eibhlin was bleeding
from a number of cuts, none deep and gasped, “I’m having trouble breathing,
we need to lower this craft …,” the two staggered forward to the
flight deck to find the door locked. Eibhlin drew her beamer and
the door fell in with a kick, cut from its frame. The Thern flying
pulled a revolver then fell, the top of his head gone from the beamer.
Janice pulled the body free, snapping the retaining belts as Eibhlin
struck the release lever that lowered the flyer and soon they were low
enough to breathe easily and to return to the rest-house.
Vos Kar was pinned down by the two Therns in the house. Every
time he tried to stand to fire, one of the Therns sent a radium bullet
to explode too close to his head. He couldn’t run or attack or even
hide for the Therns would soon approach and he would die. Then he
watched the fop who had said little and done less than seduce Para Far
walk from the reeds, hands empty. The fool! Then he drew and
two rounds fired almost as one and the man holstered his revolver as he
continued to walk forward. Vos Kar stood to see both Therns dead,
a large hole in their chest over their hearts. Looking at the fop
he heard the man say, “You may neither like nor respect me, but were I
as useless as you think, Para Far would have long ago died from the dangers
of our journey.” Then the man removed the gold from the dead and
Finally together, they stripped the bodies of the Therns and boarded
the flyer with Vos Kar at the controls. Eibhlin said to him, “Fly
low lest we die from lack of air for we have not your lungs.”
“How do I know how high?”
“Watch Bar Komas and when he can no longer breathe, drop a bit lower.
And,” she whispered, “Keep him from your technology and avoid his questions
about your devices.” Vos Kar nodded and invited the Earthman to sit
with him as they flew.
Para Far took the captain’s cabin, insisting that her former paramour
clean it for her. The fact that she had left him for the Jasoomian
not concerning her or him. So with the remaining three women on deck
with spy-glasses scanning for life, the flyer headed south-east along the
“The Jasoomians could not paddle upstream so they would follow the road.
They are the only white men with brown and gray hair so should be easy
to see. We will fly south along the Iss until near Dor then turn
about and return searching all the way. When we reach the forest
where Para Far’s flyer was abandoned, we will give up the search and return
to the city where Jennings was left and beg for entry as citizens.
Then the Lady Janice Obreen will decide how to return her charges to Jasoom
while the Princess Avleen Obreen returns her charges to Odwar Farren Koff.”
Kara adjusted Steve’s hair under a blonde wig of the Thern and said
to him, “Since you are the only man with white skin, you must play the
role of a Thern. If we pass another Thern flyer, smile, wave and
hope that they accept your harness sand wig. If not, we fire upon
them and hope to survive.”
“I’ll do my best and hope we don’t meet any Black Pirates.” Bar
Komas was still angry with himself for disbelieving the Weir about Para
Far. They knew this planet, not him, and as much as he wanted the
adventure, maybe it was time to return to Earth.
Janice was on deck, scanning the road and desert for the humans and
for raiders for having a hoard of Green Men attack the flyer was always
a fear when the Earthman appeared and asked, “Janice, Lady Janice, now
that we can finally rest without running or riding or fighting, I’d like
to ask a question.”
She agreed and shook her hair to flow in the wind. Eibhlin preferred
hers shorter or braided when long and gave in to Barsoomian custom of long
free hair only when she must. But now kept her near waist-length
hair braided and tied up. Janice enjoyed the feel of her hair over
her neck and ears and wished it were longer than her shoulders. That
was one of the many differences between the two. Janice liked sex,
raw, rough sex but Eibhlin enjoyed making love. Eibhlin was totally
woman but saw sex with a man as ‘sinful’ but Janice was beginning to want
sex with a man, a sign that her body was settling in. She even was
considering Steve but that would complicate matters too much, especially
when she changed back. So to buy time, she stuck her head above the
wind-sheer and felt the wind in her face and hair. Steve just
stared, seeing a woman’s hair flowing free as erotic, then focused and
asked, “Dr Jennings is safe you say. But the last time I saw her
she was with Jason Obrien on the river. I don’t doubt that she’s
safe with him, I’ve seen him fight. But why are you and your aunt
looking for us and not him?”
“Eibhlin didn’t know you existed until she met Jason a few weeks ago.
Then Jason was wounded by a Green Man’s rifle and I took over the search.
Jennings is safe and working as a mechanic in a nearby city. We’ll
pick her up after we find North and Stroud.”
“Wounded! Is he ok?” Steve showed a lot of honest concern
for the man.
Janice laughed, “Well enough but .. not available right now. He
should be back in a couple months.” She found her hand on his and
embarrassed, removed it and looked out again.
“I know that Eileen is your aunt but what are you to Jason?”
She signed, “It’s complicated. You humans see aliens as people
in make-up. Or rubber monsters but all have human emotions and desires.
Your older monster films always have an alien monster abducting the beautiful
blonde because it fell in love with her as if an intelligent carrot could
or would mate with a human. And when you want to show aliens as really
different, you make them human sea-horses where the human-looking male
bears the babies.
“Truly alien species are so alien that you’d not recognize them as even
alive. Even my race, descended from yours, is too different for us
to relate to. Eibhlin and I were once human so we can understand
but others of my race, those who were born and raised this way, are too
different. If I told you the truth, you’d run from us in horror.”
“I don’t understand.” He really didn’t. “Do you implant eggs in
my chest or suck my brains out?”
She laughed and enjoyed the experience then wrapped her arms around
his neck, looked up into his face and said, “No, but still, your human
ways are set and you are not as accommodating as we must be. These
bodies Eibhlin and I wear were created by a race so alien that you would
find nothing in common. We don’t have anything in common either but
we serve them in virtual slavery occasionally, enduring their ways and
needs because resistance would be futile and suicidal. But we are…
something different and the differences between our two races is more than
a tail and pointed ears. Even the Red Race of Barsoom would be shocked
at us and they can barely tolerate our sexual needs. So be careful
what you ask because the answer will disgust you.” Then she kissed
him, lightly and found she enjoyed the sensation as his arms wrapped around
her body and kissed him again, her face upturned, wishing he would pull
her to him.
“Excuse me,” Eibhlin snapped. “You are supposed to be on watch.”
Steve apologized and moved off as Eibhlin joined her relation. “What the
hell was that?”
“Just a kiss,” Janice returned to scanning the ground to cover her embarrassment.
“Americans are homophobic. They cannot stand the thought of kissing
another man and even are disgusted by their own transvestites and transsexuals.
They have a name for that, ‘queer-baiting’ where they gather in packs to
assault lesbians, homosexuals and gender-benders. If a transvestite
or transsexual kisses a man and he learns that she is a he, they beat the
other to near death and his fellows see it as deserved. What will
he do when he learns that the woman he kissed is really a man?”
“I wasn’t thinking.”
“Sometimes, Janice, for all your centuries of life and the hundreds
of planets and times you visited, your brain falls below your waist as
often as does a human male’s. Were you as stupid when you had a dick?”
“That is uncalled for?” she snapped back.
“The truth hurts. Janice, if you bed him, and I get the feeling
that you will, make certain that he never learns the truth. Give
him that much respect.”
“I’ll try. It’s hard being a woman. All these new feelings
and desires are mixing me up. When we were alone together, I was
happy because… well, now that he is around and the stress of the march
is gone, new feeling are appearing. Damn I hope that we don’t find
North because he has the body that most women find sexy and I’d hate to
be that superficial. Plus the man is so arrogant that he reminds me of
the macho jerks who used to use and dump the girls at school.”
“Like you see inside Steve? Then focus on the mind and personality
of this Captain North and avoid looking at the body.” She snapped.
Janice pulled her back then looked at her carefully, then said, “How
“How long for what? Sex, this morning as you know since you were
there! What, are you so bored that you can’t remember anymore!”
“No, Eibhlin, we can keep each other alive and hold off our Need for
months but eventually we will need a man and your lips and nipples are
beginning to redden.”
“Damn! My last man was you. We were together then and now.
No wonder I snapped at you. And no wonder you are sniffing at Steve
like a bitch in heat. Your new hormones are making you need a man
faster than do I.” She wanted to throw something but there was nothing
to release her anger. “Janice… I’m not in love with you but we are
lovers. I, I don’t know if I can stand you being with a man.
I don’t know if I can be with a man knowing you are here. How do
you do that without resorting to murder.”
Janice held her aunt close and whispered, “I don’t know. This
is new to me. But Weir don’t care. They have sex parties, share
spouses and lovers casually. Were we born-Weir, we’d simply invite
Steve, Vos Kar and Kara into our cabin for fun-and-games and they would
join in or not, each of us watching and sharing the other.”
“Like a porn movie in Los Angeles?”
“Just so, it would be just sex with no expectations or rules or guilt.”
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Me neither. Even on Drakonis I have a reputation for being a
prude and never attended a sex party. But we need to do something
before the Need grows too strong.” She laughed then added, “I am
glad that Jennings was there when we transited or I’d have been stuck alone
with all those guys.”
“I think Janice would have loved that but Jason…. I don’t know.”
She kissed then broke apart, “We need to search. Get away before
I rape you here and now.”
“I’d like that.”
“Pervert!” laughed Eibhlin.
“Eibhlin,” Janice called to her back, then in Gaelic, “I enjoy being
with you like this more than you can imagine. And I can handle being
with him if I must. But, my lover, I don’t think I can deal with
being with him or you after you two had been together so please don’t tell
me and clean up well afterwards.”
“Like you with Jean,” She replied, not looking back. “I loved
Jean and it hurts to know that you and she were..”
Janice wanted to say, “At least I was long before she knew you.
The woman cheated on me often while we lived in the same bed. She
was a whore with me and a whore with you.” But didn’t. Some
words can never be recalled and some injuries should never be caused.
The flew southeast long the outer hills of the marshes looking for signs
of their quarry but aside from the rare pilgrim following a dead religion,
they saw nothing. Janice privately hoped to find some Orovar slavers
to question but even these were hidden or elsewhere. As the approached
Heaven’s Gate, Vos Kar said, “I don’t think they would be allowed into
the Valley save in chains. We hold the south pass, the other city
the north pass. I suggest we fly along the river then return to examine
the valleys themselves later.” For a thoat herder, he did know how
to fly so Janice had the fop teach them how to use the ship’s guns.
Though only a freighter, the craft was armed in case of attack by Black
Pirates or Red Men seeking to destroy the remnants of the Then religion
and had a magazine fed cannon at bow and stern of near an inch bore.
Steve commented on the small size suggesting “A four inch cannon would
be the smallest I would think,” until Janice whispered in his ear, “Thermo-nuclear
rounds”. In addition there were heavier rifles at the port and starboard
amidships but essentially, against a real warship, their best hope would
be to hide. The fop ran them through some aiming and dry-fire drills
but expected little in the way of success were they to be attacked.
When Kara asked him how he knew so much, he replied, “I am from Helium
and we had a well-deserved reputation for having the most accurate gunners
on Barsoom. Fortunately, the Therns of Issus kept civilization from
the River Iss and with the Thern religion discredited, few are the pilgrims
who travel so we should be safe enough.”
After he left to return to his attentions towards Para Far, Eibhlin
commented, “Helium has the reputation of being the most honorable people
on Barsoom. It’s curious that he would resort to seduction to make
“Be glad he sees us as ‘hideously deformed’ and Kara as too poor to
support him else we’d be diverting his attentions. I have enough
trouble keeping Steve away from us.”
The Craft flew at a decent speed of nearly a hundred miles an hour by
Earth reckoning, though it could easily do near thrice that speed.
Then when someone was seen ahead, the flyer would slow to examine the people
and then speed on. With the lack of pilgrims, they did this but twice
before they reached the Otz Mountains shortly before dark that first day.
Janice thought that these last seven hours were much more comfortable than
the thirty days she had planned for.
They landed near the river away from the mountains and hid the flyer
in a gully to avoid detection and rested for the night. Although
not as comfortable as the rest-houses and with one private cabin which
had been taken by Para Far, the rest made do on deck or in the common bunk-room
(taken by Kara and the Weir) or even in the now empty cargo bay which as
the largest and roomiest in the craft.
The night was without incident and departure was held up by the appearance
of another Thern flyer moving upriver over the mountains. Janice
commented as they waited, hidden, “We would never be able to breathe that
high. The Martian lungs must be amazing to handle that thin air.
When I was here before, I couldn’t even climb to the top of some of the
taller buildings. Good thing we had planned to fly low to search.”
When the Thern flyer was gone, they lifted and proceed along the Iss, cliffs
high on both sides as Eibhlin searched above as often as below fearing
White Apes dropping onto their craft.
The road itself wound to and from the river, following the natural contours
of the hills but never straying too far from the Iss. Because of
this, much of the road was hidden and Janice was about to suggest that
they drop her off to search by land when Kara cried out, “I think I see
someone. White shin, brown hair, I don’t think he is an Orovar.”
Bar Komas took the spyglass and watched the man walk north as if he
were depressed and had no life left. “I can’t be certain but it could
be Captain North. Can we land?”
They passed overhead but the traveler never even looked up and they
landed in a wider area and waited. Bar Komas left the craft while
the Weir trained the side guns in that direction and waited.
Just as they were about to give up, the traveler came around the bend
and Bar Komas called out, “Captain North! It’s me!” and ran to his former
For the first time the traveler looked up and a smile lit his haggard
face as he ran forward to embrace his former companion. “Steve! I
thought you were dead. What the hell! More aliens?”
“Captain North of Earth, this is the Princess Eileen Obrien and the
Baroness Janice Obrien of Drakonis. They are related to Jason and
have been looking for us for weeks.”
North stared at the topless and near-naked warrior-women and said, “I
thought I was the last of us. I worried that Jason might have killed
Dr Jennings when he got tired of her and you might be dead too. Where
is Dr Jennings?”
Janice answered for him, “She is safe. Once we find Stroud we
can go get her and start to work on getting you back to Earth.”
“Stroud is dead.” North explained with more than a touch of sadness.
“He got more and more depressed, wouldn’t eat or drink and then one day,
he was dead. I think he just stopped wanting to live. Sometimes
I think of joining him. I was Special Ops with the Air Force.
I fought in Desert Storm and Bosnia but none of my training prepared me
for this. Monsters everywhere, those fifteen-foot four-armed gorillas,
ten-legged lions, snakes with a dozen legs, I even saw a man with a hideously
gigantic head sit down then the head walked off on insect legs. I
used to be the best there was, now I’m lucky to be alive.” The man
was suffering dysentery, malnutrition, pneumonia and it was a wonder he
was still breathing.
“It’s all right, Captain, we’ll take you to safety. You just need
some rest and a good bath.” And so Bar Komas helped his Earth companion
into the flyer which took off and headed north at full speed. An
hour later they flew past Heaven’s Gate where Janice asked, “Do you want
to leave now? That is your home.”
“No longer. I will miss it but there was nothing for us when you
found us and our return proved that there is nothing for us now.
We will seek our lives in another city.”
Then another hour over the marsh where their speed was too fast to see
anything in detail and they soon left the marsh and circled to find and
catch their two released thoats. From there they carefully flew over
the next valley to land inside and tie Para Far’s flyer to theirs and then
towed it up and over to the Great Desert in which nothing could live.
Janice directed them to land by the Iss and wait in the crevices, “I’ll
go get Jennings. I’d bring you, but promised to keep the location
of their city a secret and so must go alone.”
She saddled her thoats and said, “’I’ll be back in four to six days
depending on how long it takes me to get her released from her contract.”
North saw her plan to return with only Dr Jennings and not Jason Obrien
so approached her and asked to join her, “I want to come too. Dr Jennings
is my responsibility and I want to find Obrien again. He is wanted
for terrorism by my country and I have to bring him back to justice.”
The entire time his eyes never left her chest and his manhood was obviously
stirring with the thought of being alone in the desert with her.
Janice was just a bit upset at that for she understood how the Americans
insisted that people turn over family to be arrested and tried but to her,
such matters were settled by Clan and not police. Plus the man was as arrogant
as she remembered, the entire trip he did nothing but eat and try to seduce
both Eibhlin and Janice. When they told him they were lesbian lovers, he
had to gall to smile, “That’s cool, I like girl-on-girl and have more than
enough for both of you.”
Stifling her temper, Janice said to him in English, “I understand that
you think of Jason as a terrorist and a criminal who destroyed your project
and you feel your duty lies in arresting him. But remember this,
I am returning you to Earth because Jason and I are the same Clan and his
Clan Debt falls to me. So I will return you because I am indebted
to do so by Clan Law. BUT, he is my Clansman and if you seek to harm
or arrest him in any way, I WILL kill you without thought or hesitation.”
“He’s a criminal and needs to stand trial for his acts.”
“Then, by your logic, were Bosnia or Iraq to demand you to stand trial
by their laws for your action in their country during the American invasions,
you should be bound and extradited to them for trial?”
“That’s different. We were..”
“Don’t give me that crap about defending America. Desert Storm
was to defend the right of Kuwait to slant-drill and steal oil from Iraq.
Bosnia was to divert attention from your president who got his dick stuck
in Monica’s mouth. Neither were to defend America so the argument
fails. YOU, as an individual, killed Bosnian and Iraqi citizens and
should stand trial. If those acts were justified by international Rules
of War, then you have nothing to fear. The fact is that has Jennings
succeeded in her teleporter, you would have been a danger to us and we
would have been forced to destroy your planet to protect Barsoom and the
rest of the galaxy from your arrogance. He was as justified in his
act as you pretend you were in yours.
”Would your courts care that he was defending our people by destroying
your device or would they care only that he destroyed government property
and took American lives? So why should you be tried by a different
set of rules than those you insist apply to him?” She mounted her
thoat and just before she rode off, leaned over watching eyes follow her
down so grabbed his hair that was no longer buzzed, pulled his face to
hers and yelled,. “And keep your eyes off my tits before I pluck them out
and feed them to the worms!”
She rode off, Eibhlin watching and then the smaller Irish girl said,
“and my tits are not for you either.”
Two days across the desert. Two days to decide what to do with
Jennings and what to tell her. Two days to back to calm her down
and then the real problem began. Eibhlin had a Vanthi starship that
could easily reach Earth in hours, IF it were here. Since they still
had no idea of how far in time they were from her departure, her ship still
may be in Earth orbit waiting for her to call. Barsoom did have space
ships, some developed by Phor Tak and his competing scientists, others
adapted from Morgor ships taken in the war. These former carried
cargo between Barsoom and Thuria, the nearer and larger moon but could
be adapted to reach Earth IF they could convince someone to rent them one.
Maybe Janice could find a return StarGate? She knew that there was
the French StarGate that led to the Toonol Marsh but that one was one-way
only. The Arizona Stargate was two-way but its Barsoom location wasn’t
well-known. The Canada one that Eibhlin used went to Koal but was
that one or two-way? Well, she had a week, Terran, to figure that
The first night, as the thoats dug themselves into the sand for warmth
and Janice set her tent for the same reason, she relaxed and felt Eibhlin
some fifty kilometers to the northeast. Weir were telepathic and
once intimate, could find each other over distances that varied with the
situation. So Janice or Eibhlin could close their eyes, turn and
point to the other though they’d not know how far the other was.
That was probably what drew Jason into that first valley to originally
meet with his aunt. Because of this, she had no fear of becoming
lost in the desert for she would just move in a straight line to Eibhlin,
providing the other were close enough to detect. That same telepathy,
though poor by S’tyr standards, was strong enough to influence a homing
device to lead the Weir to the sub-space communicator that she planned
to place on both Earth and Barsoom. Once done, they’d not worry about
being stranded again.
Janice relaxed and felt no one else. To the Barsoomian, she was
telepathically invisible as were all Earthmen. But if the medium-class
Drakonian Battle-Cruiser Flavian was near, it would find her. IF
she were in the same time as Ayiesha and her save-the-planet project.
A few years time-wise either way and that plan was useless. That
was the problem with starflight or Stargates. The Relativity Curve
would often shift you a few years or centuries from your origin which is
why Eibhlin left Earth in the 17th century but returned in the 21st only
a few years later, subjective. She simply got too close to a stellar
mass which shifted her Temporal Triad. And Stargates used planetary
masses so warped time as easily as space.
Tired, she fell asleep and woke up cold, as usual, but soon armed as
the sun rose and heated the planet. Then she ate breakfast, dug the
thoats free, saddled them as they ate the moss she had packed and then
She arrived at the hidden valley well before sunset but had to explain
why Jason had left but Janice returned. “I’m his Clans-woman.
Jason was injured by a Green Man bullet and is recovering but his Clan
Obligation to find and return the Jasoomians to their home planet holds
for me. His promise, be it the secrecy of this valley or the return
of the humans is my oath as well.”
They weren’t convinced but took her to the Jed where she explained the
entire thing again. Jennings was there too and said, “Twins are common
with my kind so perhaps with hers too. I do see the family resemblance
in her face though.” Jennings was even wearing the harness of a Red
Woman, her breasts bare which she never did before. “Will you take
me to Jason?”
“I can but not as you would think. It’s complicated. Our
Aunt Eibhlin is there too with North and Steve. Stroud died in his
sleep and North was on the edge when we found him. But a day of decent
food, rest and the knowledge that he was safe returned him to his usual
arrogant and lecherous self.”
Jennings laughed and said, “I’m sorry for you two. I usually ignored
him and focused on my work but alone with you… And I see Jason wasn’t
lieing when he said I was flat-chested compared to his race. God,
can’t you sag just a little to make me feel better.” Now that she
was about to be reunited with her fellows, she was cheerful and friendly
and remembered Jason’s jokes and comments that America would find sexist
but seemed to be normal among his race.
A little more discussion and they were allowed to leave only because
Jennings had nothing else to contribute and Janice convinced the Jed that
Jason Obrien’s vows extended to her entire Clan. “Besides,” Jennings
added, “She has a flyer and could have flown here with her friends in ease
and safety. Instead she risked her life in the Great Desert to ensure
that no one else knew of your valley.”
They left the next morning and the first few hours until lunch Janice
told of their adventures, “Then when Jason was injured by that rifle-round,
his obligation fell to me and I took over to travel with Aunt Eibhlin to
find and recover everyone.”
“I’m glad your family is so honest and helpful with each other.
I’m also glad that I only have to keep your existence a secret and make
the project fail.”
“What do you mean?” Janice asked, knowing the answer.
“Well, did you know about the rest of our deal? How I, … kept
“Of course. And just because I took over his obligation does not
release you from your part.”
“But!… I can’t!… I’m a woman!”
“As am I.”
“But we can’t. I’m straight.”
“I’m not. I prefer to take my pleasure with an attractive woman.
And I need sex to live as much as Jason.”
“But I’m straight, I’ve never done that before. I don’t even know
how.” She protested.
“You will learn. It’s not difficult, only a lot more kissing and
the sex lasts for hours and you aren’t that sore afterwards.” Janice
was enjoying herself. Two days across a desert marked by red sand
dunes and rocks would be her death by boredom. Playing this game
or pretend-seduction would entertain them both.
So for the rest of the day she would flirt with the blonde, “I love
the way your breasts jiggle while you ride. It gets me so hot with
anticipation. Mine are too firm for that.” Then Jennings rode with
her arms folded across her chest to support them until Janice asked, “If
they ache with the bouncing, you can ride before me and I’ll hold them
for you.” Then the next break Jennings cut a strip of silk, wrapped
it behind her back to knot before her breasts then tied the ends up and
behind her neck to form a sort of brassier.
That first night as they set the tent, Janice added, “It will get cold
tonight, we should cuddle and spoon. You kept me hot all day and
I’m looking forward to repaying the favour.”
“I’m fine,” she stammered. I like a brisk evening.” But
woke up with Janice wrapped around her, kissing her ear when she was certain
that Jennings was awake.
As they rode, Jennings tried to divert Janice’s flirtation by asking,
“What was it like growing up with your brother? I only knew him for
a few weeks.”
“I don’t know. Mother was insane and gave her children away to
be raised by others. Some to the Church to become Priests, Jason
to one Aunt, others to other relatives. Only the youngest was raised
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up sad memories.”
“Not that bad. Aunt Kathryn was a much better parent and our father
tried when he wasn’t at war. He just had no idea of how to be a father,
being from a warrior family. He’d return home to name one baby and
start another before being sent off to another war. Sometimes I wonder
if he knows how many children he has.”
“What about you? Do you have any?”
“Just because I prefer women doesn’t mean I refuse the occasional male.
Duty calls and with us, Duty to Clan and Barony sometimes requires marriage
to people we may not desire. Fortunately, we are allowed lovers and
concubines, both men and women, so long as we bear only our spouses children.
Yes, I have children. Daughters. All grown up and living well.
Unlike me and Jason, neither wish the military life. I suppose we
should make more babies and hope some will defend the Barony.”
“The more I learn about your race, the more I’m glad to be on Earth.”
When they arrived, Jennings actually hugged the Earthmen, even North,
in her happiness. Janice hugged Eibhlin and asked, “Being with her
and pretending to seduce her got me going, would you care to relax my needs
for an hour or so.”
The two missed dinner but arrived for left-overs, hair mussed but smiling.
North gave both a dirty look and Eibhlin explained in Gaelic, “The man
was unstoppable. He only ceased chasing Kara when she pulled a dagger
on him and gave him a choice of her blade or her brother’s. Then
he focused on me but settled for Para Far to the disgust of the fop.”
“Does the fop even have a name?” Janice asked.
“Do you care? We should leave for Amhor tomorrow morning.
We spent the last few days filling the water tanks and hunting food, both
meat and fruit. North was expert with a snare and caught more than
did I though half his catches were released as inedible. We decided
to fly into the desert to avoid Green Men and other craft, then north.
It is some five thousand miles and around twenty hours flight.”
“Fine with me.”
“Now Janice we have a problem. North is as big a slut as Para
Far or yourself and will do anything in a skirt and so we have to keep
them apart or her father will insist I kill him to save honor. The
only advantage we have is that he isn’t fertile with a Red Woman.”
“Why not just castrate him? Not the entire thing but maybe six
or ten inches? Healing will keep him off her, make other women less
sore and he’d not miss the length. What about the fop?”
“He has agreed to leave when we reach a waterway friendly to Helium.
He knows that Farren Koff will order him killed and he does have excellent
survival instincts. He even ceased to chase me when I grasped his
cherries and lifted him from the ground with one hand. How are you
planning to return the others to Earth?”
“I am still planning. I was hoping your ship would arrive but
if we are even a year in the future or the past, the message will miss
your ship. I’m thinking of building a StarGate or renting a Barsoom
They were still planning when the sun set and Steve brought a fur to
wrap around the two. Eibhlin smiled at him and patted his hand which
caused Janice to stare,” You? And he?”
“It’s your fault, my love. Jason taught me to enjoy a man.
I’m not giving up women but it’s nice to know I won’t hate myself when
my Need drives me to their arms.”
Janice Eileen Obrien nka Janice Eileen Ui Bhrian aka Janice
Eibhlin Inghean Ui Bhrien aka Avleen Enyen Obreen
Slaves: 1 black (Sojar), 2 red men (Hanno & Vos Kar), 1 red woman
Bar Komas- name taken by the tech steve
Wilks & kahn- soldiers. Kahn was eaten by a banth.
Wilks drowned in the Iss
Eddie- Ellen’s boyfriend
Dr Ellen Jennings PhD
Captain Mark North
Dr. Carl Stroud
Steve Wadding? Waddel aka bar komas
Nolan Ghal- mad scientist. In heaven’s gate.
Odwar Farren Koff and his daughter Para Far
Aonghus O’Brien of Innis who married Mairayd Ui Neill of Belfast