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Beth and Niktus strolled through the market, looking over the selections. She had no idea what would taste good, as the fruits and vegetables of this planet were unusual, to say the least. One vegetable looked like spoiled eggplant, but Niktus assured her it was delicious when cooked and mixed with nuts.
She carried a pouch over her shoulder, and her "master" would buy items and place them in her bag. He carried nothing, she couldn't help but notice. In fact, all the men with their slaves walked free, letting their women carry everything. Like the other women, Beth was leashed to her owner, although he carried it loosely. Did these men think that if women weren't leashed, they would suddenly bolt? Or maybe it was just a sign of control.
A paleness caught her eye, and she looked up to see Greta, naked and leashed as well, following Gorshun into the market area. "Master," Beth said, "may I say a greeting to my friend?"
He glanced up and spotted Gorshun. "No, I think not. Gorshun is still angry with me," Niktus said.
He pulled her away. As she looked back, she saw Greta staring at her and patting her market pouch. Does that mean what I think it does? The leash tightened, and Beth stumbled to catch up with Niktus.
Beth watched as a slave was instructed to bend over a cart and accept the hard erection of her master. Where just two days ago a scene like that had shocked her, now it seemed commonplace. She wasn't sure if she would ever feel comfortable having sex in public, but she imagined she could eventually get used to it.
She paused to watch the scene, telling herself she was just being an anthropologist. Of course, seeing the hard cock glistening as it thrust back and forth, hearing the squishy noises of their coupling, aroused her as well. The woman's satisfied expression told Beth that she was not at all embarrassed by the public display. She caught Niktus' eye and flushed red as he smirked at her. They moved on.
Shortly before the sun hit its apex, the crowd began to migrate from the market over to the main square. Greta and Beth were led to the low platform, although their owners stayed well away from each other.
Beth saw the tall, gaunt hotel owner arrive. She was disappointed not to see Ally with him. Instead, he had a native woman following behind him, leashed and placid.
Posts had been set up in the center of the platform, tied with ropes to make a crude ring. The jamkalut was about to start.
The crowd milled around patiently, swelling in numbers until it seemed as if the entire village had arrived. Suddenly, a hush fell over the crowd, then whispering began. Beth looked over to see a small crowd approaching. She recognized Jorja immediately. Right away, she could see their engineer wasn't naked. She wore a loincloth and another wrap around her breasts. The crowd seemed to be amazed by this behavior. They pointed and tsked.
Beth felt proud of her crewmember. "You go, girl," she whispered, then louder as Jorja approached, "Hail to the Earth woman!"
She raised a fist above her head. The men near her glared. Niktus yanked her chain, silencing her. Jorja saw her and smiled.
A man got up onto the platform and began speaking. Beth fished her U.T. out of her bag and began listening.
"Baktus!" the announcer said. "Today we have two special contests for you! Our champions Klasdor and Ripatus will fight to decide best of the best. Both men are in top shape and ready for this event. Much profit can be made if you bet correctly!
"Before that event, however, we have a novelty match for you. You have seen the strange women from faraway land called Earth. They look different, have many strange customs. They say women are not slaves in Earth! Shocking! One of them even dared to fight her owner! Many said she should be punished—tied to post and beaten until she learns to obey."
The crowd cheered lustily.
"Others say let us see how she does in ring with real fighter! Much profit possible! So today, we present Slave Jor-ja—queen of Earth!" the announcer continued.
Jorja, fighting her overwhelming nervousness, clasped her hands over her head and danced, "Rocky"-style, as if her show of bravado would increase her confidence. She climbed up onto the platform and stepped between the ropes into the ring. Keltar came over and caught the announcer's attention. He leaned down and listened while the trainer spoke into his ear. He nodded and straightened up.
"As you know, Gulnark has allowed this contest, rather than punish his slave himself. To make sure the fight is fair, he's decided to let Keltar choose her opponent from among the well-trained and professional fighting corps," the announcer said.
Some in the crowd cheered, while others were not fooled and jeered Gulnark for not fighting her himself. Beth looked around and saw Dolnark and his son near the platform. Gulnark looked embarrassed.
"Jor-ja's opponent has been carefully chosen. She will be fighting against one of Keltar's top young fighters, a man who has won his last three fights! Tangut!" the announcer declared.
A man separated himself from the small group and clambered up on the platform. Beth blanched. The man looked tough and strong. Fortunately, Tangut did not tower over the engineer. She guessed his height was about six-three. Still, he appeared to be a formidable opponent.
"Now, as you know, these strangers have been in our village only a few days. There was not time for Jor-ja to learn our fighting style. Besides, she has one of her own, from Earth, that she calls 'kar-at-tee'. Therefore, we declare this fight to be 'no rules'," the announcer said.
The crowd cheered again.
"The contestants will battle until one of them is unable to continue. Men, place your bets now! The fight will begin in nine lunniks!" the announcer shouted.
The crowd went wild. Money was waved, men talked excitedly with each other, making wagers and backing them up with quitnums. Men whom Beth assumed were bookies collected money and wrote down bets on parchment.
It took ten minutes for all the activity to settle down. Finally, the announcer held up his hands. "Men! Are you ready?"
The crowd yelled back.
"All right!" the announcer said. He turned to the fighters, eyeing each other in the ring. "Jor-ja, are you ready?"
She nodded, never taking her eyes off Tangut.
"Tangut?" the announcer asked.
He nodded.
"All right. Fighters, begin!" the announcer shouted.
Tangut charged at Jorja, remembering how much trouble the Earth fighter had had with the much-taller Maknar during practice yesterday. Jorja just slipped away from him, kicking him in the stomach as he went by. Tangut shrugged it off and came in again. Again, Jorja danced away, this time rapping him in the face with a backhanded fist.
Tangut angrily shook his head, then came in more cautiously, trying to punch or grab the smaller woman. She dodged his first blow, then kicked him hard between the legs. The breath whooshed out of him, and he staggered away. Jorja was on him in a flash, kicking through his knee from behind, forcing one leg down. She spun and tried to kick him in the head, but Tangut remembered seeing that trick and ducked. Her kick sailed overhead, spinning her off balance.
As she struggled to right herself, he charged, knocking her to the mat. He jumped on her, but she wasn't there. She had rolled away at the last second and now had scrambled to her feet. He started to get up, only to be met with a kick to the head. He scuttled back out of reach.
The crowd gasped. Tangut reached up and found he was bleeding from the nose. Enraged and embarrassed, he lost control and charged the woman, arms outstretched. Jorja planted her left foot and brought up her right into a hard front kick, aimed directly at his stomach. It was like running into the end of a log. The breath was forced out of him, and his head dipped. Jorja grabbed him behind the head and brought it down to her knee, rising up from the floor, the same technique she had shown Gulnark. The collision could be heard all over the hushed square, the thwack of knee against bone. Tangut, unconscious on his feet, slid to the mat in a heap, his head bouncing once.
There was a collective gasp from the crowd. No one seemed to be able to believe it. A mere slave woman had defeated a man! A trained fighter! Gulnark looked pleased with himself, as if to say, "See? That's how she defeated me!"
Klasdor, standing with the other fighters, suddenly jumped up onto the platform, his face a mask of rage. "I fight you!" he declared.
He raised himself to his full seven-foot height over the gasping Jorja. Keltar scrambled up and entered the ring. "No! You must fight Ripatus!" Keltar shouted.
"I fight them both. Her first! She dares to fight like men! I show her!" Klasdor said.
He approached the woman, brushing aside Keltar as if he wasn't there. The crowd roared their approval. Jorja cowered back into a corner. There was no way she could defeat this man. He must weigh 325 pounds!
Klasdor stalked toward the woman. Everyone seemed to be at a loss as to what to do except the crowd, who continued to cheer lustily.
Suddenly, a huge explosion rent the air. Heads turned as one as a portion of the street leading to the square simply dissolved into smoke and dust. Some men near the blast site held their hands over their ears, mouths agape. The dust continued to swirl in the hot air. Everyone in the crowd stared, not comprehending what was happening.
Beth, Jorja, and Greta stared as well, not quite believing it themselves.
Out of the dust and smoke, a lone figure came striding toward the crowd, skirting the bomb crater. As it approached, Jorja, from her better vantage point, was the first to recognize the strange apparition. "Captain!" she shouted.
Beth and Greta took up the shout. "Captain! Captain Dyson!" they cried.
All of the crew women were stunned that Dyson would disobey orders to come down and try to rescue them.
Now the crowd could see that the figure was a woman, dressed like the Bakchari, the free women of the forest. On her head was a helmet of bark. She continued to approach, and a man near her bent down to pick up a rock. Without pausing, Kate aimed and fired the phaser in her hand. There was a bright light, and the man staggered and fell down. The crowd drew back. In the hush that followed, Kate held up her U.T., the volume turned up loud, and announced, "Don't fuck with me. I have PMS and a gun."