Red Sonja:  The 13th Sign of the Zodiac
Part Eleven -Capricorn
By DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction.  It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of18.  All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older.  Red Sonja does not belong to me especially since I could never defeat her in battle.  I think Marvel is under the mistaken impression they own her.  All other characters in this story are my own creation and please feel free to make use of them in your own stories.  You can send all feedback to:

troi@hotmail.com


[Author's Note:  The story behind the constellation Capricorn is about sea goats.  No, I am not using hallucinogenics and you will never see a documentary on the Discovery Channel about sea goats since they don't exist.  At least not anymore if you want to believe the myth has an element of truth in it.  Sea goats are pretty much what the name sounds like.  They have the head and body of a goat, but the back legs are replaced by a fish like tail.  Pricus is the father of all the sea goats and he was created by Chronos, the god of time.  Sea goats were a wise and honorable race and Pricus had the ability to manipulate time as a heritage from Chronos.  The children of Pricus were drawn to the land since they liked to lay in the sun on the beach.  The longer they stayed on land, however, the stupider they became and their tails turned into a second pair of legs.  Pricus tried his best to discourage them from going to the land and several times he used his time manipulation powers to reverse time and return his children to the sea and make them sea goats again.  Eventually, he despaired and gave up so he became the last sea goat.  In his lonelyness, he petitioned Zeus to be allowed to die and Zeus lifted him up to become the Capricorn constellation.  An interesting little story, but not terribly good fodder for an erotic story like most of the other zodiac constellation myths where Zeus and the other gods couldntkeep it in their pants.  It took me a while to think of a way to "sex up" the story.  Hopefully I succeeded.] 


"Do hurry up Valouryss," said Princess Alluria as the two women walked across the warm, white sands of a beach with the green-blue of a sea to their right.  "I don't know sometimes why I put up with you."

Red Sonja ensconced in the back of Valourys's mind blinked her mental eyes and took stock of the body she was in, her companion and their location.  The woman, she knew as Princess Alluria had long, black hair that fell to her waist, lightly tanned skin and was wearing a long white robe.  Her arms were empty of any burden, while her maid Valourys was carrying several large baskets, a large umbrella and had a large canteen of water and another full of wineslung around her neck.

"I am still not sure this is a good idea my lady," said the young, blonde maid as she did her best to speed up her pace.  "I have been talking to some of the servant girls at your uncle's mansion and they all warned me against this beach."

"Nonsense," replied Alluria dismissively.  "Look around you girl!  Do you see any danger?  This might be the most beautiful beach I have ever seen.  Those servant girls are superstitious fools and my Uncle Fandal himself proclaimed there was nothing here to be concerned about."

Valourys opened her mouth to offer her opinion of Uncle Fandal, but decided it was better to keep her opinion of the man to herself.  As far as she was concerned, the man was a piece of slime who dealt in dark magics and mistreated his servants, especially the young, female ones terribly.  She and Alluria had arrived just two days ago to spend some time away from the city where a fever was devastating the population.  The King and Queen had not felt they could abandon their people in their time of need, but had dispatched their only child to stay with her mother'sbrother.  So far, Valourys had managed to fend off the attention of Fandal, but thought she would rather risk the fever than the man.

"This spot should do nicely," said Alluria as she stopped and stood looking out to the sea which was no more than a dozen yards from her with gentle waves lapping at the shore.  "Setup the umbrella and the blanket for me.  I am going to go for a swim"

"Yes my lady," said Valourys with a small bow and then hastily averted her eyes when the princess slipped her robe over her shoulders and let it fall to the sand to stand there naked.  There was no doubting the princess's beauty with her flawless skin, large, high round breasts and a perfect ass.  It wasn't of course the first time she had seen her mistress naked, but it always sent a thrill through the girl, especially since she was certain her special services would be required soon.  That worried her, because many said such things were not natural, but a maid's duty was to obey her mistress in all things.

Alluria sauntered down to the water, deliberately swinging her hips and wiggling her round ass to tease her maid.  She knew Valorys was somewhat uncomfortable with certain aspects of her duties, but that just excited the princess even more.  There was something quite delicious about taking something rather than just having it offered freely.  While she appreciated her parents sending her away from the danger in the city, she didn't understand their insistence on remaining there with the common folk.  Her uncle had certainly agreed with her point of view and had pressed his sister to also retire to his isolated ocean mansion to no avail.

After about twenty minutes of wading and swimming in the near perfect conditions, Alluria return to the beach, being met by Valourys at the water's edge with her sandals and a large towel from one of the baskets.  After drying off, Alluria stretched out naked on the blanket her maid had laid out with the umbrella positioned to perfectly shade her from the sun.

"I wish to tan, she told Valourys.  "You will need to apply some of that protective oil my uncle gave me."

"Certainly my lady," replied Valourys as she dug out the small jar from a basket.  She unstoppered it and gave it a sniff.  It smelled odd, not unpleasant, but quite different than anything else she could recall.  A hint of lemon and perhaps coconut and other things she couldn't identify.  "Are you sure this stuff is safe to use?" she asked her mistress.

"Uncle said it was something original that he created himself and he wouldn't have given it to me if it wasn't safe," replied Alluria a little coldly.  "Now get on with it and remove your clothes while you work.  You know I enjoy the sight of your body while I am relaxing."

Valourys blushed, but knew better than to argue.  She had at her mistress's instructions worn nothing under her simple brown robe and so she was as naked as Alluria when she let it fall to the sand.  The princess lay on her stomach and now her maid knelt down beside her and began to apply the oil.  She started with the princess's shoulders and back, using sure practiced hands to spread the oil and massage it into the skin.  Alluria gave a soft moan of pleasure when Valourys started to apply the oil to her ass, kneading and rubbing the soft flesh of her buttocks.  The main felt a misture of relief and regret when she continued lower, working the oil into the legs and feet of her mistress.

"Now for the best part," said Alluria with a smile as she turned over onto her back.   "By Athena, you are a beautiful sight," said the princess as her eyes drank in the form of her maid.  One of Alluria's hands reached out to gently stroke Valourys's thigh.  "Tell me dear, does your father disaprove of the things we do together?"

"I, I havent told him," replied Valourys as she pretended to be busy with the jar of oil so she didn't have to meet Alluria's bold gaze.

"Ah, he is one of those old conservative fools who do not approve of the love of one woman for another?" asked Alluria and she lifted her hand from the maid's thigh to gently run it over one of the girl's nipples.

"I, I just did not feel comfortable discussing it with him" said Valourys meekly as she started to rub the oil into the neck and shoulders of her mistress.  Valourys bit her lip and adding more oil to her hands moved on to Alluria's soft breasts.  Goddess, they felt so nice under her fingers, but her strict upbringing warred with her desire to produce a stew of emotions.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," moaned Alluria who thrust her breastshard into her maid's hands, feeling her nipples harden almost instantly.  Her maid had given her numerous massages before this, but today the sensations were more intense, more arousing than ever before.  It was probably due to the special oil given to her by her uncle and Alluria resolved to secure a plentiful supply to take with her when she returned to the city.

Valourys finished oiling the princess's breasts which now glistened in the sunlight and moved on to the dark haired woman's flat stomach.  When she was done, the maid deliberately skipped over the obviously wet pussy and began to work her way up from Alluria's feet.  She knew the delay would just make Alluria hornier, but it was one of the few small ways that she couldexert any control without incurring the wrath of her mistress.

"You naughty girl, making me wait," smirked Alluria as she watched her maid's large breast jiggle up and down as she worked.  The girl's boobs were almost as large as her own, which was one of the main reasons she had chosen the blonde as her personal maid.

"If I did there first my lady, I would never get to your legs and you might burn terribly," pointed out Valourys reasonably.

"True, too true," said Alluria with a sigh, "but you can't put it off forever."

 she couldn't, realized Valourys and moreover, she really had no desire to do so either.  If only her father's disaproving visage didn't seem to be peering out from inside her skull when she did these things.

What Valourys was not aware of was that someone really was peering out of her eyes as Sonja had watched everything that had happened, heard all the thoughts of the maid and felt all her emotions.  A spoiled brat and a bit of a bully was the swordswoman's assessment of the princess, but one with a damn nice body too.

Valourys's hands now reached Alluria's upper thighs and finally her pussy, bringing a huge sigh of contentment from the princess.  "Oh yes, that's it my pretty little maid," encouraged Alluria.  "Make sure to spread some on my clit and inside me as well.  Goddess that oil feels fantastic."

Valourys had to agree with Alluria about the oil.  Her misgivings forgotten, she enjoyed the tingling sensation the oil gave to her hands and to any part of her bare skin where a stray droplet fell.  She found the princess's hard little nub of a clit which seemed to swell to twice its normal size as she gently rubbed the oil onto it.

"That oil smells heavenly," moaned Alluria and Valourys had to agree.  It was if the heat of the princess's body had activated some of the ingredients to further enhance the aroma.  "I wonder if it tastes as good as it smells?" asked Alluria, but when she saw her maid go to lick her fingers to test, she held up a hand to stop her.  "Taste it from my body dear," she commanded.

Valourys nodded and moved to crouch between Alluria's legs, knowing exactly what her mistress wanted. The tip of her tongue made just the slightest contact with Alluria's clit and the princess gave a cry and her body convulsed in an orgasm.

"Aaaaaaaeeeeeeeeiiiiiioooooouuuuuu," screamed Alluria and her maid froze in place in astonishment with her tongue just barely grazing the hard little bud.

"Are you alright my lady?" asked Valourys anxiously when she saw her mistress stop moaning and squirming.  "I, I barely touched you, I swear!"

"Oh fuck, I never came so hard," moaned Alluria and for once she didn't even consider berating her maid.  "I'm not sure I can stand it, but do it again and again and again!"

Somewhat confused and a little frightened, Valourys nodded and once more lowered her face between Alluria's legs and stuck out her tongue.  This time, to be safe, she avoided the clit initially and settled for a lick over the princess's swollen pussy lips.  The shriek of pleasure from Alluria was not so loud as the first one, but obviously the pleasure was greatly enhanced as Alluria grabbed Valourys's blonde hair and yanked her maid's head down hard against her pussy.  Alluria had been taken by surprise by the first lick on her clit and now knowing what to expect, she was better able to deal with the sensations and control her reaction if only barely the second time as she tried to hold off an orgasm and so prolong the pleasure before climaxing.  This time she made it a whole three minutes before another orgasmic scream echoed over the empty beach.

Valourys had licked hermistress to a full dozen orgasms, before the normally insatiable princess had to finally call for a pause so she could rest. Reaching up, she pulled Valourys down onto the blanket beside her and they cuddled together before both fell into a deep sleep.

* * *

"Mmmmmmm, that feels good," moaned Alluria as she came slowly awake to a soft lapping of her pussy.  She lay there with her eyes closed and just treasured the feeling.

"mmmmmm, it does feel nice doesn't it?" asked a sleepy Valourys who also still had her eyes closed, snuggled up against her mistress.

In the back of the maid's mind, Red Sonja was screaming with rage, trying to get someone to listen to her and not having any luck.

"Er, that's not you?" asked Alluria, with the first stirrings of concern.

"Um, I er thought it was you," replied Valourys, starting to come fully awake.

They both opened their eyes, loked down between their legs and screamed.

Oh right, snarled Sonja.  First you don't listen to me and then you nearly fucking deafen me.

The two goats that had been lappingcontentedly at the two girls' pussies were just as startled as alluria and Valourys and jumped backwards.  It was a rather awkward jump as they had a fish like tail instead of hindlegs.

"Did you really have to scream like that?" asked one of the goats in a slightly peeved tone.

"Yes, you scared us half to death," put in the second goat.

"We scared you? asked an incredulous Alluria who instinctively was  trying to cover her exposed breasts and pussy with her hands.  "You weren't the one who was woken up to find an animal licking at her privates."  The fact that said animal was talking to her had not quite registered yet and Sonja was waiting for that penny to drop.

"Well, if you didn't want our attention, you shouldn't have covered yur bodies with a known aphrodisiac and lain there naked," said the first goat reasonably.

"And we are not animals," added the second goat.  "We are sea goats."

"What the hell is a sea goat?" demanded Alluria.  "I have never heard of such a thing."

The two sea goats flicked their tails.  "Duh," said the first goat.  "Your average, unintelligent goat doesn't have one of these."

Suddenly Alluria's eyes flew open even wider.  "You are talking and you are goats!" she cried and Sonja heard the coin drop, even on the soft sand as it made a loud CLANG.

"Not goats," said the second sea goat patiently.  "Sea goats.  There is a huge difference."

"I've never heard of sea goats before," said Alluria.

"Well, you can't blame us for your ignorance," pointed out the first sea goat.

"I am not ignorant!  I am Princess Alluria!" stormed Alluria, glaring at the insolent sea goat.

"I guess royal education isn't what it used to be," replied the first sea goat.  "By the way, my name is Horatio."

""Dunkirk," added the second sea goat and he looked pointedly at Valourys.

"Um, Valourys," said the maid who wasn't used to anyone asking her name as servants were generally invisible to most people, though not apparently to goats, er sea goats she corrected herself.

In the back of the girl's mind, Sonja was wishing the quartet would get to the one important thing that had been barely mentioned and otherwise ignored.  What the hell was going on with good old Uncle Leach putting an aphrodisiac in an oil to prevent sunburn?

"Why do sea goats come to this beach?" asked Valourys.

"For the same reason you do," responded Horatio.  "We like the feel of the warm sun on our bodies, though today there was extra ..., he paused then and looked puzzled and looked over at Dunkirk.  "er, I can't seem to think of the word I wanted to use.  It's very embarrassing."

Dunkirk considered this for a moment.  "Er,I'm not sure where you were going with that sentence either.  Forage perhaps?"

"No, no, no," replied Horatio.  "Long word that means 'reason'," is what I was going for I think.  When Dunkirk continued to stare blankly at him, Horatio gave his head a shake.  "I guess reason will have to do.  As I was saying," he said turning back to the two humans, "today there was an extra reason for coming to the beach and that was the wonderful smell of the oil you had on your lovely bodies."

"It is a very strong ...," Dunkirk paused and stared into space for a few seconds.  "A very strong aphro ..., damn  I almost had it, thing that makes you horny."

"Aphrodisiac," put in Valourys helpfully.

"That's it," replied Dunkirk.  "We couldn't resist licking at your pussies."

"Er, I'm not sure that is the proper word to use in mixed company," said Horatio looking worried.

Ok, put two and two together and get Uncle Pervert, fumed Sonja from her mind prison.

"But it was my uncled Fandal who gave me the oil," protested Alluria.

Finally we are getting someplace, thought Sonja.

"Hey you two, get back in the water," yelled a new voice and Valourys and Alluria looked past Horatio and Dunkirk to where a third sea goat was standing with his front hooves just barely covered by the water.

"Oh damn, it's Pricus," moaned Horatio.

"Who?" asked Alluria.

"Our daddy, er I mean um father," replied Dunkirk.  "He is a real pain in the ass, always warning us about the danger of spending time on the land."

"A real downer," added Horatio.

"Why doesn't he want you spending time on the land?" asked Valourys.

"Oh, he says it makes us less ..., er interesting, the more time we spend on the land," said Horatio.

"I don't think that was the right word," said Dunkirk looking over at the other sea goat.  "Er, I think you meant ...," and he scrunched up his face in thought, "smart?"

Horatio shrugged.  "Could be," he conceded.  "Sea goats are pretty not dumb," he said looking at Alluria.  "Nice tits.  What did you say your name was again?"

Pricus stomped up the beach and got between the two sea goats and the humans.  "I said get back in the water.  You are already getting as stupid as lobsters and your tails are getting shorter by the minute."

"Tails are no fun compared to legs," objected Dunkirk.  "Me like legs more better."

"Would you listen to yourself!" cried Pricus.  "At this rate,you will soon be as dumb as humans and goat is only half a step below that."

"Hey, wait a second," objected alluria looking indignant.  "Humans are smarter than lobsters and a hell of a lot smarter than goats!"

"I do apologize for my insensitivity," responded Pricus.  "I am sure humans will one day evolve into something better, but at the moment, you are rather primitive.  I mean really, when was the last time you heard about lobsters having wars or committing sexual assault?"

"Er, never," admitted Alluria.

"Precisely," said Pricus.

While this whole exchange was going on, Sonja was studying Pricus through the eyes of Valourys.  He looked just like the other two sea goats with a goat like body and a fish tail in place of his hind legs.  The only difference was a necklace with four rose pink jewels.

"Alright, enough small talk," said Pricus turning back to Horatio and Dunkirk.  "You two get back in the sea right now."

"Dont want to," muttered Horatio petulantly.

"Sand nice," said Dunkirk.  "Like naked women with big hooters."  This last statement caused Alluria and Valourys to recover their breasts after having relaxed their vigilance when realizing they were hiding themselves from mere goats.

"Oh good grief," cried Pricus.  "You two are turning into land goats.  Your tails are almost gone and your back legs are growing.  I dont understand what keeps attracting you to this beach and why the transformation is even more accelerated than usual."

"That would be my doing, said a deep male voice and all heads turned to look at a tall man clad in a midnight blue robe, covered with mystic symbols stitched in glowing silver.

"Uncle Fandal!" exclaimed Alluria and then remembered her nudity and cast her eyes around frantically looking for her robe.  Likewise, Valourys was thrown into a sudden panic by the sudden appearance of the man.

"You are claiming responsibility for what is happening?" asked Pricus as he transferred his glare from his two wayward children to the sorcerer.

"Certainly, confirmed Fandal.  "I have been casting spells of attraction for years on this beach to entice the sea goats.  With the arrival of my slutty little niece, I took the opportunity to augment my efforts."

"Slutty?  How dare you say that!" cried Alluria who put her hands on her hips and an outraged expression on her face until suddenly she realized she was exposing herself totally once more and wrapped her arms arund her body.  Valourys, find my robe,"she hissed.

"Don't bother Valourys," sneered Fandal.  "I like the two of you exactly the way you are.  Once my goals have been achieved, I promise to take personal care of both of you."

"Exactly what do you hope to accomplish by luring my sea goats onto this beach and transforming them into stupid land goats?" asked Pricus, looking as puzzled as a goat face can accomplish.

"I don't give a damn about your children," sneered Fandal.  "They were only a means to an end.  I knew luring them here would bring you."

"To what purpose?" demanded Pricus.

"Let's just say I have made a deal with the beings who will soon rule Mount Olympus, the other immortal lands and this mortal world.  In exchange, for my own kingdom, I have promised to deliver your Time Stones to them."

"His what?" asked Alluria.

"The necklace I bet," blurted out Valorys.

"Yes, his necklace," agreed Fandal.  "It is a gift from Chronos to him and allows him to focus his time manipulation powers.  The beings I entered into an agreement with desire them greatly."

"You shall never have them," cried Pricus starting to back away from the sorcerer, but before he could get more than a few paces, Fandal raised his hands and began to make complicated gestures in the air while muttering a spell.  Pricus apparently recognized the spell as an alarmed look crossed his face.  "Stop you fool, the Spell of Xania is far too dangerous and the interaction with the Time Stones is totally unpredictable."

Fandal just sneered and continued his spell and suddenly gestured towards Pricus as if throwing something at the sea goat.  In midair, a glowing black net appeared and dropped on Pricus.  There was a loud explosion of sound and a bright flash of light.  When Sonja's eyes cleared, she realized she was back in her own body.  Alluria, Valourys and Fandal lay sprawled unconscious on the sands while Pricus was still standing, though looking a bit dazed.  Horatio and Dunkirk, now looking totally goat like had wandered off down the beach to enjoy the sun.

"What the hell happened?demanded Sonja, not certain exactly who was going to be able to provide an answer to her question.

Pricus gave his head a little shake to clear it.  "Ah, you are the one called Red Sonja.  I caught glimpses of you in the time stream.  As to what happened, I warned the fool not to use that spell around the Time Stones," and only then did the sea goat look down and realize the jewels were missing.  "Great Zeus, my Time Stones are gone!"
 
"Were they destroyed?" asked Sonja, wondering just how bad a thing this was.

"No," said Pricus after a moment's concentration.  "The blast merely dislocated them in time and space.  I can still sense their existence.  You see, my time powers are inate to me, the jewels only allow me to focus them much more efficiently."  It is essential, however, that I get them back."

"Well, good luck with that," replied Sonja.  "In other circumstances, I might offer to help, but I've already got a mission and likely a fight against powerful enemies ahead of me."

"You don't understand," said Pricus.  "Your enemies are my enemies and they will seek out those jewels and they will become a powerful weapon in their hands.  Cronus has always been jealous of Chronos's powers of time and with the Time Stones, he may be able to displace the older god and then who knows what havok he might wreak on the universe."

Sonja sighed.  "Great, a complication I don't need.  You said the jewels are dispersed in time and space though, so what can I possibly do to retrieve them."

"I have not lost my time manipulation powers,"replied Pricus.  "The Time Stones merely allowed me to focus them better.  I see you have a magical necklace that reeks of the Zodiac power.  I can use my power through your necklace to send you to retrieve the jewels."

"Is this going to result in me getting my brains fucked out?" asked Sonja suspiciously.

Pricus blinked at her.  "Er, why should it?" he asked cautiously.

"Sonja sighed again.  "Oh no reason really, but it always seemsto work out that way!"

* * *

Through his long affinity with the Time Stones, Pricus was able to modify the spell Gemini had placed on the necklace to allow her to travel through time to where the four jewels had been cast like flotsum on a cosmic ocean of time and space.  Each of the jewels had ended up in a different location, but Sonja could travel to them one at a time by merely thinking about the jewels as she created a portal with the necklace.

Stepping through a portal, Sonja found herself in what seemed to be a large plains type area with a few small rolling hills and here and there small copses of trees.  This is fucking great, she thought as she looked around.  How do I find one small jewel in this vast area?  A needle in a haystack would be easier.  Pricus had assured her that she would emerge relatively close to the jewel and that the spell on the necklace would attract her to it, but now that she was here, those assurances seemed a little hollow.

Trusting to the spell on the necklace, Sonja began to walk slowly around the low hill she was standing beside when she emerged from the portal and suddenly there in front of her was a young woman picking red berries from some bushes.  She had long, black hair done up in intricate braids and was dressed in a simple dress made from some animal hide.  Her skin was a reddish, brown in colour and quite unlike anything Sonja had encountered before.  The woman looked up from her work, saw Sonja and began to scream.

"Demon!" cried the frightened woman and dropped the hide bag she had been putting berries into.

Sonja was so startled, she looked behind her to see if anything was sneaking up on her before she realized the woman was talking about her.  "Wait," she called out to the girl who appeared on the verge of bolting.  "I'm not a demon.  I'm human just like you."

"How can I believe that?" countered the woman.  "Your hair, your skin colour, your clothes and your huge chest!  They are like no human I have ever met."

"Look, I don't have a clue how to prove I am not a demon," replied Sonja. "I mean, it would be easy to prove I was a demon by growing horns, claws and a tail then killing or raping you, but there doesn't seem to be a way to prove I'm not."

The girl gave this some thought.  "Maybe if I can touch you, that would at least prove you are real and demons would feel kind of scaly or slimy."

"Fine, if it will make you happy," said Sonja.  "What is your name anyway?  I'm Red Sonja."

"My name is White Dove," said the girl who slowly approached Sonja and put out her hand to touch the red haired possible demon.  "Hmm, you feel real, and are nice and soft, not at all like I would think a demon would feel."

"Ok, but did you really have to grab one of my boobs?" asked Sonja.  "You could have just touched an arm or something less private."

"True," agreed White Dove, "but your boob was a lot more fun.  They are by far the biggest I have ever seen."  White Dove then looked thoughtful.  "Doesn't that hard stuff you are wearing chafe?  I've never seen anything like it before."

"Er, I've never had a problem with it," confessed Sonja.  "It was given to me by a goddess, so I  figure she took care of that problem."

"A goddess?" asked White Dove.  "I suppose that might explain your hair and skin colour and how big your boobs are."

"I think you are starting to fixate on  my breasts," replied Sonja and then waved her comment away. "It's ok, I should be used to it by now.  Are you here by yourself?  I am trying to find a jewele that I lost and was wondering if you or any of your people might have found it."  The story wasn't quite the total truth, but Sonja decided bringing in the whole sea goats story into things might stir up the demon talk again.

White Dove shook her head.  I have not seen anything unusual.  "My tribe has their camp several hours walk from here.  I came out in search of these berries."

"Oh," said Sonja and plucked a couple of the red berries from the bush and stuck them in her mouth.  She bit into them and quickly spat them out.  "Those things taste terrible."

"I didn't have a chance to tell you they were inedible," said White dove with a small smile.  "I collect them to make a red dye for painting or staining hides.  They do have a slight medicinal use.  If you eat something really bad, two of those berries willmake you throw up everything in your stomach."

"I can believe that," replied Sonja.

"I do have some food with me," said White Dove gesturing to a small sheltered spot just past the bushes. "It isn't anything more than pemican and water, but it will keep a warrior going for days."

"Thank-you for sharing," said Red Sonja as she followed White Dove over to her supplies and they sat down to eat together.  They had just finished their meal when they both heard a loud growl and White Dove looked pale and frightened.  Sonja looked just past the berry bushes where the biggest feline she had ever seen was slowly prowling towards them.  "How does that thing not chew its own face off with teeth that big?" asked Sonja as she got to her feet.

"The bleep are the most ferocious predator known to us," said a clearly shaken White Dove who pulled a small stone blade from her waistband.

Sonja frowned and concentrated.  The necklace translated any language it heard into her own, but it had run into a problem with whatever Wite Dove had called this thing with the huge canine teeth that curled down over its mouth.  Well, best to leave off worrying about what it was called later when it was dead or driven off.  She glanced at White Dove's small stone blade and could see why the girl was so frightened.  These people, whoever they were, had not yet discovered metal working which explained her surprise at Sonja's armour.  "You better let me handle this," she told the girl.

"But that is a bleep," protested White Dove.  "Normally a half dozen of our best warriors would hesitate to confront one of them."

"I am easily the match for half a dozen or more warriors," bragged Red Sonja as she pulled her sword from its scabbard and stepped a few paces in front of White Dove.  She did so none too soon, as the big cat suddenly broke into a run and leaped.  Sonja stepped forward to meet it, crouched under the head and front claws of the thing and stabbed upwards with her sword.  The beast gave a murderous scream as the blade stabbed deep into its chest and it fell on top of Sonja like a huge furry mountain.  The cat twitched and convulsed in its death throes while Sonja struggled to get out from under it and avoid the thrashing claws.  In the end, she got only a small cut on one leg, but she was covered in blood and gore.

"I can't believe it," said White Dove as she came to stand by Sonja and look down at the now lifeless carcass of the big cat.  "I have never heard of a single warrior killing one of these things.  You must be a demon afterall!"

"Let's not go through that again," snapped Sonja.  "I doubt demons need to eat and they don't bleed either.  Take a look at my leg and tell me again I am a demon."

White Dove examined Sonja's wound and looked worried.  "It is not deep, but the claws of those things are often covered in something that can cause a wound to go bad and kill someone very painfully days later.  We need to wash it out.  There is a stream not far from here and actually the juice from those foul tasting berries is a good thing to help clean such a wound.  It stings like hell, but it keeps the wound from going bad."

Before they left the dead cat, White Dove used her knife deftly to cut out the two huge fangs and took a few large chunks of its meat that she wrapped in some strips of hide she had with her supplies.  "It is a shame it is so far from our camp, but the carrion eaters will finish with it before I could go and bring back more of my people to carry the meat away.  The teeth make good tools though and besides we must look after your wound."

The stream, was as White Dove had said, not far off and when they reached it, Sonja quicly stripped off her armour and waded into the shallow water.  It was freezing cold, but she washed thoroughly, especially her wound before stepping out.  White Dove had managed to find enough wood to make a small fire and she sat by it staring open mouthed at the naked Sonja as the warrior woman moved towards her.  "I'm still not a demon," said Sonja when she saw the girl looking at her bright red pubic hair that matched the hair on her head.  "You have really never met someone with my colouring before?"

"Never," said White Dove, "as she tried to ignore her thoughts and concentrated on cleaning Sonja's cut.  "All of my people and those of other tribes we have encountered are much the same with dark hair and skin colour of this hue.  Some a bit darker and some a bit lighter, but pretty much all the same.  Where is it you come from Red Sonjathat you are so different?"

"That is a long story," replied Red Sonja, "and maybe one you would not believe.  Fuck, that juice does sting," rasped Sonja as White Dove had applied some to a large leaf and then tied it in place with a thin strip of hide.

"Well, I doubt a demon would notice the sting of the juice," said White Dove looking up from her work with a smile and that brought her face to within a few inches of Sonja's bare breast.  She gulped and swallowed and then looked hurriedly away.

"Hmm, back to my breasts again are you?" teased Sonja as she reached out and gently took White Dove's chin with one hand and looked the girl straight in her dark eyes.  "Maybe it would further prove I am not a demon if you sampled one."

White Dove's eyes went wide with surprise and she felt her heart hammering in her chest.  She nodded and then slowly leaned forward and ran her tongue over one of Sonja's nipples.  The swordswoman gave a small moan of approval and with that encouragement, White Dove took the nipple in her mouth and began to suck on it.  She felt it harden and was surprised at the size of it.  After several seconds, she transferred her mouth to Sonja's other breast and sucked on its nipple.

"Still want some more proof of my not being a demon?" asked Sonja with a smile when White Dove finally pulled her mouth from Sonja's breasts and sat there on her haunches panting slightly.

"I should make a thorough investigation to be sure," she said shyly.

"That seems prudent to me," agreed Sonja as she spread out her cloak on the ground and lay on it on her back.  "Perhaps you should show me more of yourself as well, so I too can be sure you are not a demon."

White Dove looked down at the naked Sonja and her hands shook as they undid the lacing of her dress and slipped out of it.  Trying not to blush as Sonja watched her remove her clothes, she quickly lay down on top of the naked warrior and their lips met in a long, passionate kiss.  White Dove's breasts were nowhere near the match for Sonja's in size, but the warrior woman was struck by their beauty and how good they felt rubbing on her own larger boobs as they kissed.

They lay like that for a long time, content with exploring each other's mouth with their tongues and the other's body with their hands.  Finally, White Dove broke the kiss and began to move her mouth down Sonja's body, once more reaching those fantastic breass where she spent quite some time licking and sucking on them before continuing her way south.  When she reached Sonja's pussy, she stared at it frozen in desire and wonder for several seconds.

"Go on," encouragedSonja, "it won't bite."

White Dove looked up at Sonja's face and smiled.  "It is so beautiful and I have never done this before with another woman.  I don't want to disappoint you."

"You won't," Sonja assured her.  "You have the same parts and I bet you have enjoyed yourself with them, so you know where to create the most pleasure."

White Dove gave another brief smile and then lowered her mouth to Sonja's pussy, her tongue flicking out to unerringly find Sonja's clit on the first attempt.

"Ahhhhhhhh," moaned Sonja.  "See, I told you that you knew what to do!"

Encouraged by this, White Dove gave Sonja's clit another lick and then sucked the hard nub into her mouth.  When she did this, Sonja had to exert all her willpower to not climax right then as she wanted to prolong the pleasure for at least a little while yet.  Reaching down, she stroked White Dove's dark hair gently and made murmering sounds of pleasure and encouragement.  When the girl suddenly slipped a finger into her slit to go along with the sucking of her clit, Sonja almost came again,, but managed to hang on the edge without going over.  It was the second finger that did her in and even then she managed to last a good few minutes before splashing White Dove's face with her juices.

"Did I do good?" asked White Dove hopefully as she looked up at Sonja from between the warrior woman's spread thighs with a hopeful look on her face.

"You were fantastic," gasped Sonja and drew the girl up to lie full length ontop of her again and kissed her once more.  "You were fantastic," she repeated.

Later, after Sonja performed a similar service on White Dove, ending in an earth shattering orgasm for the other woman when Sonja found her special spot with her probing tongue, the two dashed into the stream to clean up.  As Sonja was about to leave the water, she noticed something glistening on the bottom and reaching down, she pulled out the Time Stone she had come to find.  This seemed like too fantastic of a coincidence, but Pricus had said the jewel would be attracted to the spell on the necklace and the warrior woman was ready to concede she knew next to nothing about magic.

"You don't look as happy as I would think you should be to have found your jewel," said White Dove when Sonja showed her the Time Stone.

"That's because it means I have to leave you to continue on my mission," said Sonja with a sad smile.  "I doubt I will be back this way again and that saddens me now that we have gotten over the demon thing and come to know each other better."

"It saddens me as well," replied White Dove.  "Yet, I also sense that there is a special one you love and as much fun as we had together, your heart remains true to her."

"Then your senses are wise beyond your years," admitted Sonja.  "Her name is Killia and I miss her terribly."

"I think you shall see her again soon," said White Dove.  "I will always remember you and the things you taught me.  Perhaps I too will one day find my special one."

Sonja drew White Dove in for another kiss and then got dressed.  Good bye and have a long and happy life," she said to White Dove before opening a portal and stepping through.

"Perhaps not a demon, but far from an ordinary woman," mused White dove as she prepared to return to her tribe.  The paint she could make from the berries would come in handy for painting the scene she was imagining which would require a lot of red.

* * *

Red Sonja found herself in a foreste and her hand automatically went to the hilt of her sword in case of trouble.  After a minute or so had passed without an attack, the swordswoman relaxed a bit and took a more detailed survey of her surroundings.  The end result was the same as her original quick assessment.  Trees.  Thousands of fucking trees and nothing else in sight other than the odd bird or squirrel.  There was no sign of any Time Stone and nothing to indicate where to look.  Sonja sighed, picked a direction at random and set off through the trees which gave way to more trees and then even more trees.

After more than an hour of walking, the ground began to grow boggier and Sonja was considering turning back and trying another direction whn she came to a log bridge over a deeper, swampier area.  Bridge was really too grandiose a word, as it was nothing more than a series of logs placed more or less end to end.  Only one person at a time could traverse the log path and even then they had to leap over gaps from one log to the next.  The "bridge" didn't run in a straight line, but sig zagged back and forth as Sonja followed it until she came around a tree and found herself face to face with a man who was moving in the opposite direction.  The two stopped dead in their tracks and stood regarding each other.

"I have heard that some of the fumes rising up from the swaps can make a man hallucinate," said the man, breaking the silence. "I admit I was skeptical, but here I am confronted with a half naked beauty with flaming red hair and the largest chest I have ever beheld, so it appears I was wrong about the dangers of this place."

"I am no man's hallucination, though I can be his worst nightmare," replied Sonja as she studied the man.  He was of medium height with short, dark hair and intelligent blue eyes.  He was clad in leather leggings and shirt, tanned green to fit in almost seamlessly with his environment.  He had a staff in his hands, a sword strapped to his hip and a bow and arrows slung over his back.  He was obviously a warrior and Sonja's hand once again went to her sword hilt out of reflex.

The man noticed her reaction and he smiled. "I mean you no insult and no harm.  I am merely perplexd as to how we will resolve right of way and who is going to get water in their boots."

"That's simple enough to answer," said Sonja.  "The answer is neither of us unless we be fools."  With that, she backed up a couple of paces.  "I suggest you duck," and then ran froward, leaped and jumped high over the crouching man's head.  She summersaulted in mid air and landed nimbly on her feett behind the stranger.

"That was well done indeed," said the man and he clutched his staff to his chest to free his hands to clap.  "I do wish either John or myself had thought of that when we first met on this very spot.  It would certainly have kept my feet dry!"

"I take it you fought and lost," smirked Sonja.

"I lost a little of my pride and my dignity," replied the man.  "I did, however, gain a good friend, so I consider myself to have won in the end.  May I introduce myself fair lady, I am Robin of Locksley."

"I am Red Sonja, the finest swordswoman in the world," proclaimed Sonja who never considered her self applied title as bragging so much as simple truth.

"A bold claim my lady Sonja," said Robin with a bow.  "If it is not too forward of me might I enquire as to where you are going and your purpose?  I do not ask this to pry into your private affairs, but I recognized that yu are a stranger to this land and there are some dangers you might not be aware of that I can provide guidance and advice about."

Sonja frowned and then shrugged which made her breasts wobble enchantingly and decided she could do worse than trust this man.  He gave her much the same feeling she had gotten from King Arthur when she had met him and he had barely glanced from her eyes to her boobs when she had jiggled them.  "Yes, I am new to this land and on a quest to retrieve a lost jewel.  It would be the mate of this one and she produced the first Time Stone she had recovered from a pocket of her cloak and showed it to Robin.

"I have never seen the like of that stone," said Robin as he studied it.  "Around here, most such valuable things tend to end up in the possession of Prince John or one of his lackeys such as the Sheriff.  If you do not have a firmer plan in mind, might I suggest you come with me to my camp.  I can at least provide you with food and a place to spend the night as dark is coming on soon."

Sonja glanced up at the sky and nodded her head in agreement.  "Lead on Robin of Locksley," she said with a bow and hid her smile as once again Robin gave her breasts the merest glance as they threatened to fall from their cups.

* * *

Robin's camp lay back across the log bridge in the direction she had come and half an hour walk North.  As they walked, the two shared information cautiously though perhaps Sonja learned more about Robin than he about her and also more than he meant to.  In Sonja's experience, men didn't just camp in the middle of woods for the hell of it.  It was a tough life and given the choice, most people would either migrate to the towns and cities or make their living as farmers or fishers.  Generally, the only people who lived as Robin did were bandits, yet her impression of the man's character did not fit that definition.

When they neared his camp, Robin paused and put his fingers to his mouth and produced a whistling sound that could have passed for that of a bird if Sonja hadn't seen him do it.  A moment later, an answering whistle came from somewhere ahead of them.  "One of the dangers of these woods," Robin explained to Sonja with a wry smile, "is that someone not returning the call properly could end up with an arrow in his or her eye before they knew there was a problem."

"Hail Robin," said a man's deep voice and a moment later a figure dropped down from a tree limb where he had been perched on lookout.  He was one of the largest men Sonja had ever met, rivalling that oaf of a Conan and Hercules.

"John Little, meet Red Sonja and Red Sonja, meet John Little, my best friend and my second in command," said Robin.

John Little gave Sonja and her skimpy outfit an appraising, but not unfriendly look and raised his eyebrows at Robin.  "Has Marion met her yet?"

"Not yet," replied Robin with a grin.  "It will be interesting to see her reaction."

"That's putting it mildly," replied John and he shrugged.  "Oh well, when you are dead, I will get to lead our merry band."

"You two should become court jesters with a routine like that," put in Sonja.  "I take it Marion is your girlfriend?" she asked Robin and when he nodded, she went on.  "Not all women are so shallow as to be threatened by another's beauty and her chest size you know."

"I shall endeavour to remember that," said Robin, "but if Marion does kick me out, I would hope to be able to cry on your er shoulder."

"Good choice of words," commented Sonja and then she turned to other things.  "Second in command of what Robin of Locksley?"

Robin and John exchanged glances and then Robin shrugged.  "If you don't recognize my name, then you are indeed not from near here.  My men and I are technically bandits, especially in the eyes of Prince John and his toadies.  We take the position that we are loyal to the absent King Richard who is fighting in the crusades for our Christian souls."

"And this Prince John is trying to usurp the rightful king?" asked Sonja.  She had no idea who these Christians were or what the crusades were, but suspected they were just another of those glorious wars that kings and rulers liked to indulge in and for which others died, though at least this King Richard was apparently risking his own life as well.

"You have identified the situation correctly," confirmed Robin.  "It is somewhat worse than mere treason, however, as the rule of Prince John has been a harsh one, especially as regards the poor.  Those of us who are loyal to the King also endeavor to soften the cruelty of his reign by the redistribution of some of his wealth."

"Hence the bandits title," nodded Sonja.

"We only rob those who have much and give it to those who have little or nothing," put in John Little.

They had continued to walk as they conversed and now a new voice hailed them as they stepped into a small clearing.  "Robin, thank God you are back."  The man looked odd and out of place in these woods to Sonja.  He was wearing a soiled brown robe that reminded her of some of the porer priests and monks she had met and there was a silver cross hanging around his neck.  He was bald, except for a straggly fringe of brown hair around the edge of his crown and his skin hung in folds in places as if he had lost some considerable amount of weight recently.

"What is it Tuck?" asked Robin, his face beginning to mirror the concern he saw on the man's face.

"It is Marion," replied Tuck grimly.  "Will just returned with news that she has been taken prisoner by that ...," and he broke off as if trying to find a word which was not an expletive which confirmed Sonja's guess about his religious background.  "By that lack witted moron of a Sherrif.  She had been visiting the village to deliver some of that deer meat we got yesterday and some herbs to those in need when the Sheriff's men swooped in unexpectedly and snatched her up."

"Then we shall simply have to rescue her from their clutches," said Robin calmly.

"Mayhap if they make Marion angry enough, we will have to rescue them from her,"said John Little.

"I'm afraid they have takenher to SirGuy's castle," put in Tuck.  

"That makes it a much more difficult and serious proposition than raiding the town jail again," said Robin with a grimmer tone and the others nodded.

* * *

Sonja had insisted on going with Robin and his men for reasons she didn't totally understand.  In the brief timesince she had met him, Sonja had come to like the man quite a bit.  This was no fight of hers and yet she couldn't escape the feeling that somehow the success of her own mission depended on her helping Robin and his band of outlaws.

"The drawbridge is up," observed John Little as they crouched down behind some concealing trees and observed the small castle.

"Verily, I shall rename thee John Obvious," retorted Robin.

"Well, someone had to say it," replied John with a quick flash of a smile before his expression sobered.  "It's not much of a moat, more of a mud pit since Sir Guy is too lazy and stupid to properly maintain it, but with that drawbridge up, I don't see how we can get in to rescue Marion.  It's not much as far as castles go, but it still has stone walls two feet thick."

"It will require trickery," said Sonja as she studied the castle.  "Ive had some experience in attacking structures like that and when you can't use brute force, you have to resort to trickery."

"I'm afraid we are all out of large wooden horses," said one of Robin's men who had been identified as Allan.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Robin asked Sonja.  "I must admit it feels unusual to ask a woman for ideas on how to storm a castle, but Marion keeps telling me that times are changing."

Sonja pondered the situation silently for a moment and then sighed.  "I should have kept my big mouth shut," she said and then told him how she thought it might be done.

* * *

Sonja approached the edge of the pit surrounding the castle and paused, looking down into it with disgust.  Only a fool would have let it deteriorate so badly.  Instead of a deep, forbidding moat with nasty things like spear points hidden at the bottom, what she saw was muck and garbage and it reeked like a privy which most likely was its chief use.  Well best to get on with her plan and be away as quick as possible so she didn't have to smell it any longer than she had to.  "Hello in there," she called to the castle.

"Who are you and what do you want?" asked a voice from just inside the castle gate.

"My name is Sonja and I have  come to sell my wares," said Sonja.

"What are you selling?" asked the man.

"These for a starter," replied Sonja and reaching behind her back, undid the catch on her top and dropped it onto the ground.  Smiling brightly at the unseen men, she cupped a breast in each hand and gave them a squeeze.

"Holy crap, look at the size of those tits," came a loud whisper.

"Yeah, but what good are they to us out there?" asked a second voice.  "Sir Guy will kill us if we let down the drawbridge to let her in."

Sonja lifted one breast to her mouth and began to suck on the nipple, then repeated the act with the other breast.

There was the sound of a whimper from one of the men and then the sounds of scuffling.  "No, you can't open the gate.  I don't care how big her boobs are, they aren't any good to a dead man."

Time to up the pressure, thought Sonja and she turned around and began to slowly, so very slowly lower her bottoms.  She saw Robin and the other staring at her open mouthed from their hiding places.  Even Tuck was making no particular effort to look away.  The swordswoman couldn't really blame them as there was only so much any man, no matter how virtuous could take.  She stepped out of her bottoms and gave her ass a wiggle at the castle and the two unseen gate guards.

"I don't care what Sir Guy does to me," said one of the guards.  "I will die a happy man.  Do yuo know when the last time my wife even smiled at me?"

Sonja turned around to once more face the castle and now she spread her stance wide to give her admirers a clear look at her pussy.  One of her hands came down between her legs to touch her clit and she made her moan loud enough to reach the castle.  As she continued to touch herself, the drawbridge began to lower and finally touched down at her feet.  Still smiling Sonja stepped out onto the wooden bridge and was halfway across when one of the guards stumbled out to meet her.  Damn, the second one was keeping out of sight and she needed to draw both out into the open.

"How much?" panted the first guard as he reached her, the tent in his pants painfully obvious and obviously painful.

"Well," said Sonja seductively as she reached down and ran a finger over the bulge and felt it twitch,  "how would you like a little free sample for being so eager.  Then you can tell all your buddies how it was.  It would be good advertising for me."

The man bobbed his head up and down so hard it was a wonder it didn't fall off.

Sonja slipped to her knees in the middle of the drawbridge and quickly released his cock from his pants.  She stroked it gently a few times while keeping an eye on the castle to see if the second guard was getting tempted.  He was still playing hard to get, so Sonja leaned forward and ran her tongue around the first guards cockhead which almost had him cumming immediately.  The man clenched his fists to try and keep that from happening and watched as Sonja's mouth slowly opened and then closed around his cock.  When Sonja's tongue made contact with his coc, he let out a loud moan and once more he had to fight for the control not to cum yet.  Sonja rolled her eyes up to meet his as she slowly eased her mouth down his shaft.  The guard only managed to hold on until Sonja was halfway down his dick before he started to spew.  The redhead kept her lips locked around his cock as he shot several large blasts of his sticky seed into her mouth.

This was finally too much for the second guard who stuck his head out of cover to get a better view of his companion blasting his load into the whore's mouth.  It was unfortunately for him, the last thing he ever saw unless he caught a glimpse of the arrow Robin put through his eye into his brain.  Robin's second arrow took care of the first guard a half second later.

"I guess he did die a happy man," said Sonja as she stood up and saw the huge smile on the dead man's face.

There was the clatter of boots on the drawbridge as Robin, John and the others reached her and continued on.  Sonja grabbed her sword from Tuck who had been keeping it for her and she joined in the rush, not bothering to take the time to retrieve her armour.  They were inside the castle before any of its other inhabitants realized what was going on.  Sonja ran one man through as he stopped to gape at the large breasted naked vision in front of him and around her she saw Robin and the others cutting down the surprised defenders.
 
"They will probably have Marion in the dungeons," called Robin pointing towards an archway which was presumably the way to the lower levels of the castle.  The castle defenders had begun to rally, however, and a squad of a dozen of them blocked the way as Sonja moved towards them.  "Wait up Sonja," called Robin, "yu are going to need some help with that many and ..," he stopped whatever he was going to say as Sonja crashed into the group like a tidal wave, cutting down men left and right.  "On the other hand, I guess we can clean up the odds and ends after you," he said instead.

Robin and Sonja raced through the now cleared arch and down a flight of stone steps.  "I thought that greatest swordswoman in the world was a silly boast," laughed Robin.  "Now I am doubly glad we didn't fight on those logs."

Sonja grinned at him wildly and then they burst into a passage with cells lining either side.  Robin took out one of the two guards there and Sonja did for the other.

"Marion, are you ok?" called Robin as he clutched the bars of a cell containing a striking, blonde woman of about Sonja's own age.

"I'm fine," she reassured him.  "They made some nasty threats about what they were going to do, but ...," she broke off at the sight of the naked Sonja.  "Who the hell is that?" she demanded with eyes flashing.

"Marion, meet Red Sonja, Sonja this is Marion," said Robin.

"Pleased to meet you," said Sonja giving a wave of her hand at the other woman as she bent over to take the cell keys from one of the dead guards.

"Why is she naked?" said Marion to Robin.

"Er, that is, Sonja sort of um enticed the guards to open the gate and well, er there wasn't time to retrieve her clothes and she is one hell of a fighter Marion," said Robin in a rush.

"Hmmmm," said Marion as she watched Sonja unlock her cell.

"He has been a total gentleman," Sonja assured the blonde.  "He barely gota hardon when I took my clothes off."

"You're not helping sonja," protested Robin.

"Oh stop being silly Robin," admonished Sonja as she got the door open.  "Marion is far too sensible to worry about a little naked flesh corrupting you, isn't that right Marion?"

The blonde looked at Sonja with a none too sure about that expression on her face.  Sonja winked at her and then Marion turned to Robin and wrapped her arms around him.  "I know you Robin of Locksley," she said, "and I know you are true to me."

"Er, excuse me, but I brought you your clothes, such as they are," said Tuck as he made an effort to avert his eyes while extending Sonja's garments to her.  "Also, John says we need to get the hell, er heck out of here as they have got their um stuff together and we are a little outnumbered."
 
* * *

Robin, and his men along with Marion and Sonja beat a hasty retreat back into the forest.  They took a circuitous route back to their camp to make sure they weren't being trailed and then to be on the safe side, decided to move the camp to a new location some miles away.  They had just finished setting up the new camp when Marion approached Sonja.

"Robin has given me a er somewhat edited version of how you helped rescue me and I wanted to say thank-you," said Marion.  "I might not have been too welcoming down in that dungeon.  I hope you understand.  I certainly never imagined being rescued by a naked, sword wielding woman."

"It was a group effort," replied Sonja truthfully.  "I certainly couldn't have stormed that castle by myself."

"I think you are too modest," laughed Marion, "and that is rather funny cnsidering the conditions under which we met."  The blonde paused and then gave Sonja a curious look.  "This next bit might be out of line and I apologize if it is.  The boys have made a shelter for Robin and me a little away from the main camp for our privacy if you get my meaning.  Por o Tuck tries  not to notice.  Anyway, I was wondering if you would be interested in sharing our shelter tonight.  We could just um sleep and that's totally fine with me."

"But if there was more than sleeping involved?" asked Sonja with a raised eyebrow.

"That would be um ok with me too," smiled Marion.  "Robin and I have er talked about such things, but never had much of an opportunity out here in the woods."

"I would be honoured," replied Sonja, "if you are sure it won't cause any problems between you and Robin."

"None at all," Marion assured her.

* * *

"Have you ever kissed another woman before?" asked Sonja to Marion later that night after they had eaten and retired to the shelter the blonde shared with Robin.

"Not in the way you mean," answered Marion.  "I doubt pecks on the cheeks of my withered aunts count in this case."

"Did you want to try?" asked Sonja who found it rather ironic that she of all people often lately had ended up the position of the experienced teacher when it had only been scant months since she had met Killia and had her own first such experience.

Marion glanced at Robin who merely shrugged.  "I'm fine with whatever yu decide Marion."

Marion turned back to Sonja and nodded. "Yes, I want to try it," and she closed her eyes and leaned forward.

"It's more fun with your eyes open," teased Sonja and the blonde blushed a bit, but obeyed as their lips met in a delicate kiss.  From the corner of her eye, Sonja could see Robin trying to look nonchalant about what Sonja and Marion were doing, but a bulge was starting to form in his pants.  As the kiss slowly deepened and lips parted for tongues to tangle and explore each other's mouth, the bulge grew.

"Let's give poor Robin a little relief," suggested Sonja when they broke the kiss and she gestured at the man's bulge.

"Oh my, I think we had better before he bursts a seam," giggled Marion, "and deer hide trousers are a bitch to sew."

The two women crawled over to Robin and Sonja was content to let Marion free his cock as he was afterall her boyfriend and the blonde was being good enough to share.  Robins cock sprang fully erect from his pants and smacked Marion on the lips, leaving a smear of clear precum.  Sonja leaned forward and flicked her tongue over Marion's lips to taste it.

"You like?" asked Marion with a smile and when sonja nodded, the blonde gestured to Robin's cock.  "Well then, be my guest and try it direct from the source."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" asked Sonja and Marion responded by pushing Sonja's head down onto Robin's member.  Her lips parted automatically and then closed tight about the head, her tongue swirling around to collect the precum leaking from it.  Robin gave a soft moan of contentment and the warrior woman began to ease her mouth further ownto the shaft until she had the entire length in her mouth.

"I'm impressed," giggled Marion.  "His pole isn't as big as his quarterstaff, but I've always had problems getting all of it into my mouth."

Sonja pulled her mouth back and it popped off the end and along string of saliva ran from the tip of Robin's cock to her mouth.  "It's really just a matter of practice," said Sonja matter of factly.

"That's not a boast most women want to make," laughed Marion.

"Well, I sometimes fill in as the avatar for the goddess of whores," replied Sonja.  "In a position like that, one gets a certain amount of practice."

"Are you two going to talk about the weather now or what?" demanded Robin as he listened to the two women gossip and they both looked at him and giggled.

  "The poor boy is so needy," said Marion.  "You better get back to work on him."  Sonja nodded and slipped Robin's cock back into her mouth and this time began to bob up and down on it at a quicker pace.  After a few dozen cycles, she once more slipped the cock from her mouth and held the glistening rod out to Marion.  The blonde didn't need a second invitation as her warm mouth engulfed Robin's cock and she imitated Sonja's oral assault for a couple of minutes before relinquishing it once more to Sonja.  They traded off like that several more times until it was clear that Robin was about to blow his load.

"Well since we shared the work, we should share the rewards," said Marion as the two krouched in front of Robin as he gave his cock a last few strokes and began to spurt his cum over both of their faces with some of it falling into their open mouths and onto their extended tongues.

"He didn't do half bad considering we still have all our clothes on," observed Sonja as she swallowed and then ran her tongue over her lips to collect a few more stray drops.

"Time to rectify that," replied Marion as she began to strip off her clothes.  While her breasts were not as big as Sonjas and few were, they were still a nice big handful and the now naked women shared another kiss as they pressed their breasts into the others.

"Looks like our guy is hard and ready to go again," said Sonja looking over at Robin.

"With you two putting on such a show I think the bishop would be hard," said Robin as he grabbed his cock and stroked it for them.

"Oh, that is so going to cost you in penance," giggled Marion.  "Well since Sonja is the guest, I will allow her first chance."

Sonja was not about to argue as she felt how wet she was and she sank back onto her back and spread her legs in open invitation.  Robin was quickly between her legs and his aim with his cock was as good as his aim with a bow and arrow as he slid his member home into Sonja's tight, warm pussy on the first attempt.  He paused for a moment, savouring the feeling before beginning to slide his member in and out.

"Damn, I'm too horny to just sit here and watch," said Marion as she moved to crouch over Sonja's head and then lowered her pussy onto the red haired woman's mouth.  Sonja's tongue flicked out to lick at the dripping pussy until it found Marion's clit which made the blonde squeal with delight.  Watching his girl friend being eaten out by the swordswoman was mind blowing for Robin and he began to slam his cock into Sonja faster and faster.  It was only having already cum once that kept him from blowing his load in just a few strokes.  He hung on with sheer willpower until he saw Marion shudder in climax and flood Sonja's face with her juices before he let himself go and emptied his seed into Sonja's pussy.

Pulling out of Sonja's cunt, Robin wiped his member on her large breasts while a happy looking Marion dismounted from the redhead's face and laid down on her back.  "Now it's my turn to have that staff inside me," she told her boyfriend.

"I'm not sure ...," began Robin as he watched Sonja move to mount Marion's face and he saw his cum dripping out of Sonja's pussy and onto Marion's face and into her open mouth.  When he looked back at his cock, it was once more totally hard.  "Er,never mind," he told the waiting women and slid it home into Marion as she began to probe Sonja's slit with her tongue, going deep inside to scoop out all the cum she could reach.

* * *

The three of them woke in the morning to the smell of bacon cooking and after a hunt for their clothes, they stumbled out to see John Little adding some eggs to a large iron frying pan he held over the fire.  "I figured the three of you would be hungry," he said with a grin.  "The rest of us already ate, so this batch is for you.  Will and Allan are on lookout and Tuck is off walking in the woods.  I think he did that most of the night as he said he couldn't sleep for some reason."

They had just finished eating when Tuck returned and held out something to Sonja.  "I heard you mention to Robin that you were looking for a rose coloured jewel.  Because of my er insomnia, I went for a long walk in the woods last night and I saw the moonlight glinting on something."

An amazed Sonja took the jewel from the friar.  Again the coincidence was just too great and she was forced to chalk it up to something to do with Pricus's spell.  "This is indeed what I was seeking," said Sonja.  "I can't thank you enough as I had no idea how I could find it."

"The Lord provides," intoned Tuck with a smile.

"Someone sure did," replied Sonja and then she took the shocked Tuck's face in her hands and kissed him hard on the mouth.  She ended it before the poor man had a heart attack and slipped the jewel into her cloak pocket with the other one.

"I really hate to eat and run," she told her new friends, "but I really must continue on my mission.  I shall remember you all and the time we had together."

Both Robin and Marion gave her a quick kiss as Tuck averted his eyes at the latter, then Sonja touched her necklace and opened a new portal.

"Maybe not a demon," observed Tuck, as they watched Sonja step through the portal and disappear, "but certainly not an hordinary woman either!"

Robin and Marion joined hands and could only nod their agreement.

* * *

In Sonja's experience, there seemed to be a universal quality to city alleys, namely that they were full of garbage, stunk and had at least a fifty percent chance of containing a dead body.  This time, no corpse was visible, though she had to look twice to be sure since the smell was so bad.  The swordswoman stepped cautiously out of the alley and found herself on an empty street looking at buildings made of a mixture of familiar and unfamiliar looking building materials.  The design and size of the buildings were also quite different than what she was used to and she tried not to gawk like a rube at the large two and even three story dwellings.

It was her wonder at the strange city around her that allowed the man to get the drop on her.  She heard voices yelling from around the corner, but before she could decide what to do, a man dressed mainly in black ran around the corner, grabbed her around the neck and pressed a knife against her skin.  A moment later, two more men rounded the corner, evidently chasing her attacker.  They wore clothes of a totally unfamiliar type and at the moment, all she really noted about them was the second man was older, limping slightly and used a cane.

"Stay back Mr. Holmes, or I will slit her throat," said the man holding her.

The man he had addressed as Holmes, frowned and held up a hand to stay his companion.  "Hold off Watson, we can't risk the lady's life."

"My god Holmes, she must hve been sleep walking to be out in her underwear," cried Watson.  "Er, very nice underwear at that."

"We don't have time for speculation at the moment Watson, said Holmes as he turned back to the knife wielder.  "This isn't helping your cause Baron.  Let the girl go and it will go easier on you."

"Do you think I am a fool Mr. Holmes?" sneered the Baron.  "I stole top secret plans to sell them to the Prussians.  The only sentence for that is a short drop from a rope, so I have nothing to lose by killing this wench.  Now you and your lackey can just turn around and go back the way you came.  If I see your faces in the next half hour, the girl dies."

"Lackey?" fumed Watson and he raised his cane as if to use it as a weapon.

Sonja decided at this point that she had quite enough of this stupidity.  The fool wasn't even keeping the blade tight to her neck and obviously didn't consider her a threat. which was a mortal insult in her world view.  She reached up and grabbed the knife wrist with her right hand to keep it from moving and at the same instant drove her left elbow back into the Baron's gut.  He lost his grip on her and she whirled around and smashed a fist into his chin sending hm to the ground on his back and the knife skittering away as it fell from his hand.

"I suggest you don't move, or I will crush your windpipe," said Sonja calmly as she placed a booted foot on the Baron's throat.

Holmes and Watson stood there frozen in surprise for a few seconds at the sudden reversal in the situation.  It was Holmes who recovered first as he bent down and fumbled inside the Baron's coat to pull out a sheaf of papers.  "I will just take these back Baron Shelton.  As for you, if the lady would be so kind as to let you up, you are free to go.  Her Majesty's government does not wish the embarrassment of having to try you formally as the nature of these papers is confidential. There is a boat leaving for the continent within the hour at the docks.  You will be on that boat and it would be best if you never showed your face in England again."

Sonja didn't like letting the man go, but she had gathered this was about politics from what Holmes had said and that was always a dirty business.  She removed her boot from the Baron's throat and watched him scramble to his feet and hobble off down the street.

"I will have my revenge on you someday Mr. Holmes," snarled the Baron just before disappearing around a corner.

"Ungrateful bugger," said Watson and then he flushed.  "Begging your pardon my lady for my language.  I am afraid it comes from being around soldiers as a surgeon in India."

Holmes now stopped to study Sonja carefully, taking in everything about her with a cool, thoughtful look.  It wasn't the mental undressing or leering that Sonja was used to and she wondered what he made of her.  Looking at the two men and her surroundings, she knew she was a stranger in a strange land, but he didn't have the advantages she had as he could know nothing about things like dimensional portals.

"Hmmm," said Holmes thoughtfully.  "For once, one of my maxums seems close to failing me.  I always said that if you eliminate the impossible, whatever is left, however improbable must be the truth.  In this case, I am having to question my conclusion."

"And just what is your conclusion?" asked Sonja curiously.

"That yu are a skilled warrior from some distant past age before recorded history and that by some means such as a time machine, you have been conveyed to the year 1888 for reasons unknown, though possibly on some tiype of quest," said Holmes.

Sonja stood there gaping at him for a moment before remembering to close her mouth.  She resisted the urge to look behind her and see if someone was holding up a sign that the man was reading her life history from.  "How?" was all she could think to ask.

"Oh, he is just showing off," put in Watson.  "He will try and explain it to you, but to be honest, I don't think even he understands exactly how he does it."

"Don't be absurd Watson," admonished Holmes.  "I always know how I do it, you are just not always capable of understanding it."  He turned back to Sonja.  "First, the armour you are wearing or sort of wearing, is of a type and design that is not known to any civilization known to historians or archeologists as I have made an extensive study of such things.  Second your cloak and boots are obviously not the product of modern mass production and again of a totaly unknown style.  Third, the way you carry yourself and that very lethal looking sword indicate that you are not someone to be trifled with as Baron Shelton learned to his regret.  As for the quest part, that was I admit, merely speculation on my part having read some of the new class of fiction that has recently begun to emerge."

"And you believe him?" Sonja asked Watson.

"Oh it sounds like a lot of rubbish to me to be honest," said Watson,  "I think my sleep walking explanation is more likely or else you are out on some type of risque errand or dare.  The problem is that everytime I disagree with Holmes, I end up eating crow and the feathers are beginning to stick in my gut."

"Well now that is settled," said Holmes, "Miss Sonja, I would like to pursuade you to come home with us," and seeing her eyes narrow, he quickly went on.  "Not for any nefarious or immoral purpose I assure you.  It is just after observing you tonight, I think you might be able to aide me in another case I am working on."

"Oh bloody hell, Mrs. Hudson will have a bird if she sees Sonja dressed like that," muttered Watson.

Sonja considered the offer.  There was no sign of a Time Stone around here and if the pattern held true, it seemed helping this strangely intense man was likely to secure the jewel.  "I'm all yours Mr. Holmes," said Sonja.

"May God and Mrs. Hudson have mercy on our souls," said Watson as he hailed a cab for them.

* * *

Luckily this Mrs. Hudson was out visiting her sister  when they got back to the lodgings Holmes and Watson shared as she sounded as formidable an opponent as a troll or a dragon.  Holmes removed what looked like a stuffed bat from one of the chairs and offered Sonja a seat.  

"Can I get you anything Miss Sonja? asked Watson  "I am afraid as bachelors our choice of refreshments is rather limited, but what we have is yours."

"I could use something to drink," replied Sonja.  "Ale? Whiskey?"

"I do believe I have some whiskey, which I keep for merely medicinal purposes of course," said Watson as he retrieved a half filled bottle from behind a book on one of the shelves.  "Mrs. Hudson doesn't approve," he said when Sonja raised an eyebrow.

"Strange woman not to believe in medicine," said Sonja as she opened the bottle and took a long swallow.  "You aren't having any?" she asked looking around at them.

"It appears not," said Watson sitting down while a strange coughing sound that sounded like suppressed laughter came from Holmes.

"Are you sure?" asked Sonja extending the bottle towards Watson who shook his head to decline.  "Pity, it's not bad stuff.  A lot better than the swill Zeus and Poseidon were drinking."

"What?" exclaimed Holmes.  "You claim to have actually met the mythological Greek gods?"

"Not a great thrill," said Sonja and she took another long drink of the whiskey.  "Most of them are a bunch of assholes who can't keep it in their pants"

Holmes gave his head a shake.  "Good Lord, there is so much I might learn from talking to you, but I fear that to do so now will distract me from the case I need to talk to you about."

"What is a case anyway?" asked Sonja.  "This necklace translates your language to me, but the meaning of that word escapes me."

Homes paused to light his pipe before he replied.  "I suppose you could say that a case is another name for a job.  I am a private detective."  When Sonja still looked at him blankly, he frowned and removed his pipe to consider how better to explain his profession.  "Private Policeman? City Guard?"

Sonja made a face.  "City Guards I understand.  Most of them are corrupt and as dumb as a rock.  Some of the nobles and merchants are rich enough to hire their own guards, but you don't strike me as that type of a bully boy."

"Dumb as a rock?" laughed Watson.  "We better not repeat that comment to Lestrade."

Holmes shrugged.  "It is the closest equivalent that I can think of.  I am hired when there is a problem that the police or city guard cannot handle.  For example, I was hired to recover those papers that Baron Shelton stole."

"And what is this other case?" asked Sonja.

"Murder most foul," replied Holmes.  "Five women at least have been killed so far and the police or city guard as you would call them have not displayed much interest or even yet accepted the fact that all five are the work of one man."

Sonja made a face and finished the last of the whiskey.  "Sounds typical," she commented.  "Unless the victims are rich, they probably don't care."

"Sadly you are correct," agreed Holmes.  "Some or all of the women were ladies of negotiable virtue shall we say to be polite."

"Oh, you mean whores," said Sonja.  "Well that makes it personal for me since I have some good friends who are whores and I will certainly do what I can to help."

Holmes and Watson exchanged slighgtly bemused glances before Holmes spoke again.  "Well in that case, I was thinking of creating a decoy to try and trap the villain."

* * *

"This is really what whores wear in your time?" asked Sonja looking in the full length mirror.  The low cut front was ok for the purpose she thought and it displayed enough cleavage to attract all but a brain dead man, but it hung down to her ankles without showing a single bit of skin.  Then there was the lacy, billowing bottom that had enough fabric to make a tent for six.  "I think it would take me an hour to get out of this rig."

"What does she mean 'your time'?" whispered Mrs. Adams to Holmes.  She was an acquaintance of Holmes who had once lived the professional life, but thanks to Holmes had broken away and was now running a small shop that sold ladies clothes.  Holmes and Watson had taken Sonja there to be properly outfitted for her new role.

"It's just a figure of speech," replied Holmes dismissively.  Mrs. Adams nodded uncertainly and glanced again at the skimpy costume the red haired woman had worn into her shop under cover of a large, concealing cape.  She had to admit that such an outfit would attract a lot more business and be er more efficient.

"It is um, the latest style for a working woman," said Mrs. Adams as she turned back towards Sonja.

"Then it will have to do," agreed Sonja.  "There is, however, one small change I need to make."

* * *

A half hour later, Sonja stood in the mouth of an alley in her new outfit surveying the street.  Holmes and Watson were ensconced in hiding behind a conveniant fence on the other side of the street, ready to rush to her aid in case it was needed.

"I really am not sure I like this plan Holmes," said Watson.

"It is a brilliant plan Watson," replied Holmes.  "It is something the Police should be trying, though I can understand why they don't.  It would be unthinkable to expose an ordinary woman or any woman to such danger, but Miss Sonja clearly demonstrated her ability to look after herself."

"Oh, I don't doubt that," answered Watson.  "I never saw anyone move so fast.  Shelton never knew what hit him until he was on the ground.  No, the part I don't like is that she is likely to encounter authentic customers before or even if the killer appears.  Does yur brilliant plan take that into account?"

Holmes was silent for a moment.  "Not so much," he finally mumbled.

"Then what are we to do Holmes?" demanded Watson sharply.

"It appears to be too late to change anything now," replied Holmes as they both spotted a well dressed young man stopping to talk to Sonja.  "Miss Sonja said not to interfere or expose our presence unless she called for us.  I assume she must have a plan for how to deal with the situation as it stands."  Watson still looked worried as Sonja took the man by the arm and led him down the alley and out of their sight.

* * *

"Payment first," Sonja told the man as they reached shadows that hid them from casual observance on the street.  She had rather suspected that Holmes had not given consideration to the possibility that others beside the killer would approach her for services.  Well, she had started this whole adventure while working in the same role to find out who had been killing prostitutes in her home world while acting as a fil-in for Killia, the avatar of Clitoria.  To her, this was just another part of her mission.

"Two pounds for a blowjob seems a bit high," said the nice yung man who suddenly didn't look so nice as he leered at her.  "I think you should do it for free and consider yourself lucky to not get knocked about a bit."

"I see," said Sonja and a moment later, she was holding a large, sharp knife casually a few inches from the man's throat.  "The price is now three pounds and in advance as I said.  I suggest you take the offer and don't make any more stupid threats if you want the possibility of fathering children in the future.  What do you say?"

The young man gulped and nodded, but not too hard so as not to impale himself on Sonja's blade.  He reached slowly into his pocket and extracted the money from his wallet and handed it over.  Sonja glanced at the money which Holmes had given her a crash course on and she slipped the knife back into its hiding place.

Satisfied with the money, Sonja reached down and her fingers quickly freed the man's member from his pants which she cupped in her hand.  It took some coaxing and stroking for it to start to harden.  It was if it had recently undergone a fright.  Slowly, however, it began to stiffen and Sonja bent down to take the cock in her mouth.  This position was rather awkward, but kneeling in this dirty alley was out of the question.

The man began to slowly relax as he felt the whore's warm mouth close around his cock.  He had been afraid of not being able to perform after the scare she had given him.  He had been told about that trick for getting a freebie from one of his mates at the pub, but that sure hadn't worked out as advertised.  Her price for a blowjob was high, but now he was starting to think it was worth it.  He was fully hard now and yet she took his entire length into her mouth without gagging or any apparent discomfort.  Ok, his dick wasn't as big as he bragged it to be with his friends, but still her performance was amazing.  It was also amazing the view he had down her dress as he looked down at the huge set of boobs almost falling out the low cut bodice.  Damn, he could even see a hint of a nipple if he squinted.  This was all just too much and he felt his cum spurting out of his cock into the woman's mouth.  She didn't even pull back, but just let him keep shooting into her mouth and he could see her swallowing.  Best damn three pounds he had ever spent.

* * *

Holmes and Watson watched the young man comeout of the alley, still adjusting his clothes.  A moment later Sonja reappeared and resume her waiting stance.  Watson blushed crimson and Holmes looked thoughtful.

Ten minutes later, a couple was walking down the opposite side of the street from Sonja and stopped immediately in front of Holmes and Watson and looked over at Sonja.

"Do you think she is one?" asked the young woman in an excited voice.

"A whore?" asked the man.  "Of course she is.  Look at that low cut  dress and she is just standing there waiting for customers."

"This is so exciting," gasped the woman.  "I mean the papers are full of stories about the girls being killed in this area.  Why, she could be the very next one and we are standing right across the street from her."

"Do you still want to go through with this?" asked the man and it wasn't hard to hear the hope in his voice.

"Oh yes," said the woman.  "I can already imagine telling all my friends how daring we were when we have tea tomorrow.  I can tell them I actually met a real life whore in White Chapel."

The man grinned widely and arm and arm the pair crossed the street.  Sonja saw them coming and hid her grimace.  This pair were unlikely to be the killer or make that killers.  If her guess was right, they were a couple of rich twits looking for a quick forbidden thrill that they could brag about to all their friends.

"How much for your services," called the man as they got to within a few feet of Sonja.

I might as well have a little fun with them, thought Sonja as she looked them over.  "Two pounds for a blowjob, three if you want to fuck.  Same price for the lady if she wants her pussy licked."

"Oh my!" gasped the woman turning crimson.

"Er no, it is just me," stammered the man.  "Mabel just wants to er watch."

"That will cost an extra pound," replied Sonja with a leer.  "If she changes her mind though, I will apply it against the price."

"Agreed," said the man as he dug out the money and handed it over.  Sonja tucked it away and led the pair into the alley.

"My word Holmes, did you hear that?" asked the incredulous Watson.  "I can't believe there are people in this city who would sink to such levels of debauchery."

"You have been leading a bit of a sheltered life haven't you old chap?" said Holmes absently as he continued to watch the alley entrance carefully.  Like Sonja, he doubted this pair was responsible for the murders, but he had seen stranger things in his time.

"Oh my William," gasped Mabel as she watched the red haired whore at work.  "She really has your manhood in her mouth, the entire thing too, though its not nearly as big as you told me it was."

"Ahhhhhh," moaned William as he felt the girl's tongue slithering around his cock.  "It, it is just a trick of the light Mabel.  It ahhhhh, just looks smaller in the shadows.  Trust me."

"If you say so William," said Mabel doubtfully.   "Are you going to you know shoot your stuff in her mouth?"

"That is the plan dear" moaned William. "We also agreed you would watch carefully what she is doing so you might try it yourself the next time we are alone."

"I, I'm not sure I could," whispered Mabel.  "I mean it is not something a proper lady should do.  I dont know how you even talked me into watching this."

Sonja decided to have a bit more fun as she was getting tired of their gnattering.  She slipped the cock from her mouth and looked up at Mabel as she held the saliva coated rod in her hand.  "It is real easy miss," she said with a bright smile.  "You can even give it a try right now if you wanted.  I'll even refund one pound."

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly," gasped Mabel.  "It is dribbling out stuff and your saliva is all over it.  I mean it would be almost like kissing you."

"Yes it would," replied Sonja.  "That is part of the attraction.  I can even throw in a real kiss if you want and I can give you pointers on how best to suck cock."

"Oh god, do it Mabel," begged william.  "I promise not to complain about your mother for a month if you do."

"I just couldn't," whimpered Mabel, but she couldn't take her eyes off William's cock,  which suddenly looked a lot bigger.  "And what was that about my mother?" she added more sharply.

"Come on dearie, give it a try," encouraged Sonja and she reached up with her free hand and tugged at the girl's sleeve.  Almost as if in a trance, Mabel leaned over and her mouth slowly opened as Sonja directed William's cock towards her mouth  "That's it," encouraged Sonja as the head of his cock made contact with Mabel's lips.  There was a look of fear mixed with excitement in Mabel's eyes as the tip of the cock went between her lips.  "Now close your mouth around it tight," instructed Sonja, "and give it a lick with your tongue."

"You are doing great Mabel," moaned William, unable to believe his girlfriend was actually letting him put his cock in her mouth.

"Tastes good doesn't it?" asked Sonja and Mabel gave a brief nod of her head.  "Now slide your mouth further down the shaft," said Sonja.  "Let's see how much you can get in your mouth."

I'm not really doing this, thought Mabel even as she did what Sonja suggested.  Oh god, she could feel the thing throbbing in her mouth.

"Now go back and forth, keeping your lips tight around it and use your tongue on the underside," instructed Sonja.

Mabel made half a dozen back and forth motions with her mouth before the cock popped out.  "I, I sucked it," she said with wonder.
 
 "That you did girl," said a new rough male voice.  "Thae lot of you are under arrest for prostitution and lewd behaviour in public."

The three of them looked up startled to see a policeman standing a few feet away.  Damn, that was careless of me, thought Sonja.  She also saw the bulge in the man's pants and decided he was probably a lot like the city guards in her own time.  "Are you sure we can't work something out officer?" she asked him.

"What have yu got in mind?" replied the officer with a leer.

"Some of what he is getting," suggested Sonja as she gestured towards William.

"From you or her?" asked the man.

"Whichever you want," replied Sonja and heard Mabel gasp in shock.

The policeman considered this and look from one woman to the other.  "Well, you are obviously the professional," he said to Sonja, "but I rather like the idea of a rich bitch sucking me off."

"Oh god, no please," begged Mabel.

"It's either that or he runs you in," whispered Sonja, not bothering to tell the girl that she wouldn't have any problems or qualms about knocking the man out.  Mabel had wanted to play with fire, so she might as well learn that doing so could get you burned sometimes.

Mabel's eyes filled with unshed tears as she finally nodded and slowly moved over to the policeman.  He grinned broadly and undid his pants to pull out his cock.  There was another gasp from Mabel when she saw it was significantly bigger in length and girth than Williams.

"You can do it," encouraged Sonja and they all watched as the rich woman screwed up her courage and lowered her mouth slowly towards the waiting cock.  The officer seemed to be enjoying her discomfort and watched patiently as her mouth approached his member and finally closed around it.  "Ahh, yes there is a new good little cock sucking whore in town," he moaned as he started to press on the back of Mabels head to force more of his cock int her mouth.

Sonja turned her attention back to William's dick which was now harder and longer as he watched his girlfriend suck the policeman's cock.  Sonja rather suspected that the man was going to get a bit more action from Mabel after tonight.  There was some gagging and choking sounds now coming from Mabel as the policeman began to fuck her face using her hair to pull her face up and down on his rigid shaft.  Sonja kept an eye on him out of the corner of her eye just to make sure he didn't get too rough with the first time cocksucker.

Switching his gaze from his girlfriend giving head to Sonja's beautiful face wrapped around his own cock, William didn't take very long before he started to cum.  Sonja was still swallowing his warm spunk when Mabelgave a choking gasp as her mouth was being filled with cum for the first time.  They could all hear Mabel gulping and swallowing to clear her mouth as wad after thick wad of jizz blasted into her mouth.

"That was real good girl," said the policeman as he finally pulled his cock from Mabel's mouth and tucked it back into his pants.  "You two can run along now," he said to William and Mabel who nodded and scurried from the alley.  "As for you Red, I patrol along here most nights, so next time you and I will get better acquainted."  With a large smile on his face, the officer turned and strode from the alley.

Well hopefully you will be disappointed, thought Sonja, as I don't plan to be here much longer.

* * *

"What do you think happened in there Holmes?" whispered a shocked Watson as they saw the rich couple dart from the alley, look around wildly in both directions and then hurry off as if afraid of pursuit.

"Elementary my dear Watson," replied Holmes.  "Business was transacted."

* * *

It was a half hour later when a rich looking coach pulled up by the alley and a hand gestured towards Sonja.  Holmes and Watson watched as the red haired woman sauntered over to the open window like she had done this before and leaned in to talk to the passenger.

"What do we do now Holmes?" asked Watson as he saw Sonja get into the carriage and it began to pull away.

"Run you fool," cried Holmes as they sprinted after the accelerating carriage.  It rounded the corner into another street and Holmes managed to flag down a cabbie.  "Follow that carriage," he yelled to the driver and pointed after the receding carriage with Sonja inside.

"That will cost you double," said the enterprising cabbie as he whipped up the horses.

"Just don't lose it!" screamed Holmes as the cabbie careened around a corner on two wheels.

* * *

"So what kind of fun are you wanting sweetie?" Sonja asked the man.  The plan with Holmes had not covered the contingency of the carriage, but sometimes you had to improvise.  Somewhere in one of her mercenary campaigns, she remembered some fat old general saying that no battle plan ever survived contact with the enemy.

The man grunted.  "Ride my cock," he commanded and pulled it from his pants.  The erect member briefly caught the light from a passing streetlight and Sonja could have sworn it looked green, but that must have been just an optical trick she thought.

 He kept his hat with its wide brim pulled down low over his face and the interior of the carriage also made it too dark for Sonja to make out much of his features.  Something about this man gave Sonja pause.  She wasn't afraid of course since she was Red Sonja afterall, but still she was just a tiny bit uncertain as she hiked up her skirt and settled herself onto his lap facing him.  Mrs. Adams had recommended no panties for precisely this type of situation.  She could feel his cock rub against her pussy, seeking the entrance and then it slipped home inside her.

The man grabbed Sonja by her hips now and began to pull her up and down on his cock, driving it harder and deeper with each passing stroke.  Sonja had experienced more cocks inside her lately than she cared to remember at times and she felt there was something odd about this one.  It felt rougher, almost as if it had scales on it that no human cock should.  Damn, damn, damn, they always said to look before you leaped and the same advice was good when it came to getting on a strange cock.  Well, she doubted he would do anything until he came and then she would have to be ready.  Sonja squeezed her pussy tighter around the man's cock or whatever this thing was and tried to intensify his pleasure.  Men or anything with a cock never thought too clearly when they were fucking.  It was when they were done that they got dangerous.

The carriage raced on into the night and the dark streets of London while Sonja rode up and downon the cock.  She heard the thing's breathing getting heavier and faster now.  She had stopped thinking of it s a man at all by this point and knew it was close to cumming.  With a hoarse cry that certainly didn't sound human, she felt blast after blast of its hot cum shooting into her.  Sonja felt it fill her pussy to overflowing and then trickle out of her to make a sticky mess that coated both their groins.

"That was real good whore," grunted the thing.  "Now, however, it is time for you to die and stop interfering with our plans."  Reaching into the space where the seat and back met, the thing produced a long, sharp knife.  "You were a great fuck though and I will see they put that on your tombstone if you rate one."

Sonja, however, didn't wait for it to finish speaking or strike, but shoved herself off its lap with a flex of her powerful legs.  She felt the cock pop out of her cunt and then she hit the carriage door hard enough to force it open and send her tumbling onto the street.  She rolled with practiced grace and came to her feet quickly as the carriage came to a quick stop a short ways away and the thing climbed out clutching a cane in one hand.  Its concealing hat had fallen off and Sonja saw as she had suspected that it was one of the snake servants of Serpentarius. Gross, she thought, I fucked that thing, but then I have fucked worse things haven't I? 

"Make it easy on yourself whore," sneered the creature.  "I am Cobor, the second in command to Serpentarius.  I am his mightiest warrior and I wil be your executioner.  Surrender and I will make it quick and painless."  With that he yanked on the head of his cane and pulled out a long thin sword.

"Really?" asked Sonja.

"No!" laughed Cobor.  "I will take my time cutting you to pieces and then I shall fuck you again as you bleed your life's blood into the gutter."

"Good luck with that plan," smiled Sonja.  "I assume I am supposed to be afraid of your nasty sword, but frankly that's not a sword, this is a sword!".  Sonja reached to her thigh and into the special slit she had Mrs. Adams cut and pulled out her own blade.  "I never leave home without it," she said and charged.

Cobor blinked.  In his experience, people tended to cower and beg for their lives at this point, not charge straight at you with a blood curdling scream.  He managed to shake himself from his temporary paralysis to parry the first blow and then he took a couple of quick steps back to give himself time to assess the situation.  No mere human could pose a true threat to him.  He parried another blow and another or rather he parried the feint to his torso and never managed to get his guard back up fast enough to prevent the stroke that took off his head.

The cab with Holmes and Watson in it screeched to a halt just in time to see Cobor's head bounce into the gutter.

"I imagine it is a silly question," said Holmes calmly to Sonja, "but are you alright?"

"Never better," replied Sonja as she cleaned her sword on the dead snake man's coat.  "Unlike some, I always keep my head in tough situations."

"I can see that," agreed Watson as he gazed down at the head which stared back at him with a surprised look on its face.  "I say, what is this?" he exclaimed and picked up something from beside the head in the gutter and held it out to Holmes and Sonja to see.

"The Time Stone," exclaimed Sonja.  "That was what I came here looking for in the first place," and she pulled out the other two jewels to show them.

"Well, you certainly have earned it," said Watson as he gave it to her.

Sonja bowed and took the jewel then looked down again at the dead Cobor.  "What do we do about this thing?  I am not sure it is a good idea for people of your time to know about things like this yet."

"Yes, you are quite right," agreed Holmes.  "I think we will tie some rocks around it and dump it in the harbour where hopefully it will never be found.  Is it what killed those women though?"

"I'm pretty sure it is," said Sonja. "One of their gang can manipulate time.  I think they sent this thing back to get me, but didn't know exactly when I would arrive.  They know about my feelings toward the murder of prostitutes and it killed those five women to draw me out.  We thought we were setting a trap for it, but it was setting one for me."

Holmes nodded.  "Elementary my dear Sonja," he agreed.  "It shall be forever a mystery as to who killed those unfortunate women and the legend will grow with time."  The cabbie came up at this point and stood looking down at the dead creature.  "What do you say my good man," asked Holmes.  "Can we use your cab to dispose of this thing?"

"It will cost you triple the fare," replied the man and he spat on the dead Cobor.

"And not a word to anyone about what happened this night," added Holmes.

"Quadruple the fair," agreed the cabbie and spat again.

* * *

It took a while to haul Cobor to the docks, wrap his body and head in canvas tarps, wrap heavy chains about them and drop him into the river in a quiet spot where no one was around to see.  After that, they rode back to Baker Street where Sonja changed back into her armour and put the third jewel in the pocket with the other two.

"My thanks for your help Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson," said Sonja as she touched the necklace to open a portal.  "I am sorry to have missed meeting Mrs. Hudson, but I still have one more jewel to find."

Holmes and Watson both returned the bow as Sonja stepped through the portal and it closed behind her.

"Not a demon, but certainly not an ordinary woman," said Watson.

"That might be the most accurate statement you have ever made Watson," said Holmes.

Just then the door burst open and Mrs. Hudson stormed in looking around.  "I swear I heard a woman's voice in here Mr. Holmes," she said disaprovingly. 

"I am afraid you were mistaken Mrs. Hudson," said Holmes picking up his violin.  "It was merely me practicing a new voice for use on a case.  Could we have our breakfast now please?  It has been a long night."

* * *

"Look out love, my brakes aren't working!" called a female voice and Sonja who had just stepped out from behind a hedge, where the portal had opened, into a lane  looked up to see a young woman on some kind of two wheeled machine barrelling down on her.  The warrior woman pressed herself into the hedge and the woman missed her by less than the width of her blade.  The woman and the machine continued on for another twenty yards or so to where the lane turned to the left and the thing kept going and deposited them both in some bushes.

"Oh bother," said the woman as she tried to extricate herself from the crashed machine and the bush.

"Let me give you a hand," said Sonja hurrying up and bending down to try and pull the woman to her feet.  This brought her large breasts, straining in her top and almost falling out, to face level for the woman.

"Oh my, arent you a little chilly in that outfit?" asked the woman, her eyes fixed on the amazing show of cleavage in front of her.

Having hoisted the woman to her feet, Sonja stepped back and gave a small smile.  "I seem to get that question a lot, but it is how I normally dress so it seems fine to me."

"Well, you must have quite a high metabolism to go along with your er well developed physique ," said the woman and then she gave a small cough and straightened up while extending her hand.  "Do pardon my manners.  My name is Kate Jarvis and you have my thanks for your assistance."

"My name is Red Sonja and you are welcome for the help and the little show," replied Sonja

Kate coloured a little.  "Er, well it was most unexpected but certainly not unpleasant.  If you don't mind me asking though, why are you dressed like that?  Do you belong to one of those groups that like to reenact old historical events?"

"No," replied Sonja.  "This is my normal way of dressing, though even where I come from I suppose it is a little unusual."

"Might I ask you where you come from?" asked Kate with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm afraid that is a long story," replied Sonja.  "It has been nice to meet you, but I had better get along."

"Look, again if you don't mind me saying so, but you are going to stick out like a sore thumb in that outfit," said Kate.  "I live just a little way down the lane here and I can loan you some less distinguishable clothes though they re likely to be a little tight in the bosom considering our relative sizes in that department.  I will even throw in a cup of tea and some biscuits.  It is not altogether altruistic on my part as I want to be a writer and I sense there is a great story in your appearance here."

Sonja considered the offer and could easily see the advantages of it.  "Ok, I'm not sure about the tea, but maybe you have something a little stronger?"

"Ah, I might be able to dig up my bottle of medicinal brandy," replied Kate as she got her bike upright and led the way down the lane.

* * *

"You are really from another world or another time?" asked Kate as she stared across the table at Sonja while her tea got cold.

"Er, maybe I shouldn't have told you that," answered Sonja.  "Mr. Holmes seemed to have little trouble with it and neither did Robin and Marion, but I guess others might.  It is just that I could use some help in learning the lay of the land around here and finding the last Time Stone."

"Holmes?" asked Kate and almost mechanically lifted a biscuit to her mouth and took a bite.  "You can't mean Sherlock Holmes!  I mean he is a fictional character and not real."

Sonja shrugged.  "I am just a hired sword and I don't really understand all this stuff about different worlds and dimensions despite having travelled to more of them lately than I like.  Merlin told me something about how some creative people like writers and artists can tap into those other worlds for inspiration.  What is fiction in one world is real in another.  Can I have some more of that brandy please? Actually, just leave the bottle here if you don't mind."
 
"Merlin ... Robin, surely not that Robin," Kate muttered to herself as she got up and retrieved the bottle from behind the flour container in the cupboard.  She started to hand it to Sonja then stopped, took a long swig and then passed it over.  After a prolonged coughing spell that she finally got under control, Kate took another bite of her biscuit and resumed staring at Sonja.  "You have met some of the most famous people, real or fictional, and you act like it was nothing."

Sonja shrugged and took a long pull on the brandy bottle.  "They all put their pants on one leg at a time," she remarked and a smile came to her lips at some memory.  "Some of them even took them off one leg at a time too!"

Kate reached across the table, grabbed the brandy bottle and took another long swallo before giving it back to Sonja.

"Are you sure you are alright?" asked Sonja with concern after the latest round of coughing stopped.  "You took a couple of long drinks of your medicine."

"I'm fine," gasped Kate.  "This is even more exciting than what is going on up at the cottage."

"What cottage?" asked Sonja as she tipped the last of the brandy bottle contents into her mouth.

"The cottage just north of town," said Kate.  "It belongs to Mr. Churchill," and when Sonja didn't seem to recognized the name, she paused to explain.  "He is a big shot politician, though personally I think his time is past and we need more progressive leaders in England in 1934 as things look bleak in Europe."

"And this Churchill guy is at the cottage?" asked Sonja trying to figure out if this meant anything to her mission.

"I am not sure," admitted Kate.  "I mean he obviously is there some of the time when he is not flouncing around in London, but I don't know if he is there at the moment.  The story is he has a special important guest staying at the cottage.  That much I can report is a fact since my brother Gabe was hired to be one of his bodyguards, but I haven't been able to wheedle the name of the person out of him," finished Kate in a frustrated tone.  "My dear brother can be such a trial at times when all of my friends are pestering me for information and I have none to give."

"Is it possible to go see this cottage?" asked Sonja.  "I don't know if this mysterious visitor has anything to do with my mission, but it is the only thing so far that sounds remotely promising."

"Well, I can at least take you to a hill where you can see the cottage," said Kate, "and maybe I can wheedle Gave into letting us peek in the door.  Before we do that, however, we should find you some different clothes."

Sonja agreed and the two women adjourned to Kate's small bedroom.  While Kate started to root through her closet looking for something she judged appropriate, Sonja stripped off her bikini armour and so was standing there naked when Kate turned around with a light blue dress in her hands.  "What do you think of ... oh my god!" and the dress fell from her grip as she had to grab the dresser to support herself.

"Are you sure you are alright?" asked Sonja for the second time and thinking it might not have been a good idea to have drunk all the medicinal brandy.  She led the other woman to sit on the edge of the bed, though strangely enough that seemed to make Kate go even paler when she sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulders.

"I, I'm fine," gasped Kate.  "I just never thought I would have a naked woman in my bedroom.  I mean, I blush when I think about silly things like humouressly shaped vegetables.

"Er, I wasn't planning on seducing or raping you," said Sonja.

"Oh, I know that," replied Kate sounding a little disappointed.

"Unless you want me to that is," teased Sonja  and saw Kate blush crimson.

"Well, it is just that I want to be a writer," said Kate as she stole another look at Sonja's large exposed breasts.  "I was thinking of writing romances or mystery novels like Agatha Christie, but the thing is they always advise you to write about what you know and I don't really know that much.  I don't even drink alcohol.  I only had that bottle of brandy because there  is always one in a book."

"I see," said Sonja.  "You are hoping for a little romance in your life. Which was it that you wanted?  What is your secret fantasy?  The seduction or the rape?"

Kate blushed again.  "The latter," she whispered.  "I know it is silly and the real thing is quite dreadful and not at all like the fantasy.  In some of the boooks I sell in my shop, I have a little used book shop in town, I have some books where the heroine is taken by her lover. She protests and resists at first and then gives in, gives herself to him.  Once or twice, they even were quite daring and hinted of two women, and I always wondered a bit what those characters did behind the door when the chapter ended."

"Well, perhaps I can help you with your fantasy," said Sonja with a smile.  "It might be best to wait a few hours and visit this cottage around dusk as that would draw less attention."

"Really?  You would do that for me?" asked Kate.

"It seems the least I can do to repay you for the brandy and the loan of your clothes," responded Sonja.  "And now speaking of your clothes and your fantasy, it is time for you to get those off, or would you rather I dit that for you?"

"Pplease do," whispered Kate.

Sonja grabbed Kate's head and turned the woman's face to hers and kissed her on the lips.  She made it a hard and forceful kiss, but nowhere near what she had experianced herself at the hands of some rough men who treated women like mindless playthings for their pleasure.  She did, however, put enough into the kiss to meet what she suspected Kate's fantasy was.

Breaking off the kis, Sonja pushed Kate back onto the bed on her back and straddled her body, leering down at the brown haired woman.  "Time to get you out of those clothes my dear.  Don't bother trying to deny that this isn't what you want.  We both know it is."

"Oh no, please don't so mistreat me," gasped Kate and then gave a small smile to show her appreciation for Sonja's acting.

"There is nothing you can do to dissuade me or keep me from taking what I want," replied Sonja as her fingers began to undo the buttons on Kate's blouse.  "Mmmm, this is a fine treasure you have kept hidden from me my darling, but now I shall claim it as my own."  Sonja didn't have to fake the part about liking what she saw as she pulled wide Kate's blouse and saw the large, pale globes of her breasts nestled in a rather racy bra.  "All packaged up in such a naughty wrapping too!"

"Oh what must you think of me now," gasped Kate who had worn the lacy bra in the belief that was what one who liked romance novels was expected to do.  Afterall, the heroine invariably was shown to have been concealing one when things got to this point around chapter ten.

Rather than go for the bra immediately, Sonja undid the woman's skirt and pulled it down her hips and off.  She was not surprised to find a very skimpy pair of black panties to match the bra.  "Such a meek and mild creature you seem," said Sonja getting into the spirit of the game, "but underneath I see you are nothing but a slut, waiting to be ravished."  Kate gasped at the use of the word slut and Sonja leaned down and whispered quietly "too much?".

"Oh god no, it was perfect," whispered Kae back.

Satisfied, Sonja leaned back and grasped one of Kate's bra covered breasts in each hand and began to squeeze them roughly, though nothing in comparison to what she had been subjected to at times.  "Mmmm, so soft and yet so firm at the same time," said Sonja.  "These are mine now to do with as I desire."

"Oh no, please have mercy," begged Kate looking up into Sonja's eyes.

"I think not," sneered Sonja and undid the bra clasp to let Kate's breasts tumble out into view.  This elicited another gasp from Kate that sounded quite natural and not an artifact of acting.  Sonja's thumbs rubbed over the other woman's nipples until they were fully erect and then she lowered her mouth to suck on first one and then the other.  "Tell me wench," said Sonja awhen she finally removed her mouth from the breasts of the moaning woman, have you ever laid with another woman before?  Tell me the truth now or it shall go hard on you."

"No, I have never!" declared Kate as her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

"Ah then you are in for a treat," declared Sonja as she yanked down the woman's panties without warning which drew another startled gasp from Kate.  The swordswoman ran a finger over Kate's pussy lips and held it up for them both to see.  "Sopping wet," pronounced Sonja.  "Methinks the lady is not so reluctant as she declares."

"Tis terrible when one's own body betrays you," cried Kate.

"Then I think it fitting that you taste the evidence of your own body," replied Sonja and she offered her wet finger to Kate.  Tge woman's eyes went wide and she hesitated for a few seconds before opening her mouth and sucking her own juices from the warrior woman's digit.  "Would you like some more?" queried Sonja and when Kate gave a quick nod of her head, Sonja scooped some more of the liquid from Kate's pussy onto her fingers and again offered them to be cleaned.

The third time she wet her fingers, Sonja urged Kate to keep her mouth closed and wiped the liquid over her lips.  Then before the woman could question the reason for this, Sonja stretched her own naked body full length onto Kate's equally naked body and kissed her again on the lips as she ground her breasts and pussy into the woman under her.  They lay like that for several minutes and after a while, Kate's trembling hands came up to caress Sonja's back and finally come to rest on her ass.

"Ah getting less shy and timid now my dear," said Sonja as she pulled her tongue out of Kate'smouth where she had been exploring every part of it.  "Tellme, have you any of those humorous vegetables you mentioned?"

"Kate blushed.  "My, neighbor gave me one. In the fridge."

"Then go get it and be quick about it," said Sonja letting Kate up and giving her bare ass a hard smack as she was gettting off the bed.  Kate squealed and dashed to the kitchen and back, returning with a long, green cucumber with two odd bulges at the ends.

"Jane said it looked like well you know at both ends," blushed Kate holding the thing out toSonja.  "I, I think she might have been trying to hint at something.  She can be a little wild sometimes."

Sonja took the cucumber and laughed.  "If she was thinking of using it the same way I am, then she is wild indeed and a shame I probably won't have time to meet her."  Lying on her back and spreading her legs wide apart, Sonja began to insert one end of the vegetable into her pussy as Kate watched in wide eyed fascination.  When the red haired woman had worked about half of the thing inside her, she gestured to Kate to get back on the bed.  "Get on top of me and slip the rest of this thing inside you."

Kate gulped and with a nervous smile on her face climbed on top of Sonja and slowly began to lower her pussy onto the opposite end of the cucumber.  "Ahhhhh, it is too thick," gasped Kate as she got the tip inside her and froze there, afraid to go any farther.

"Take your time and go slow,"said Sonja as she grabbd Kate's hips and gently began to tug the woman's body down onto the improvised double headed dildo.  Slowly, inch by inch Kate impaled herself until her groin rubbed into Sonja's and the cucumber was now half buried in each woman.

"Just pretend it is one of your romance novel characters ravishing you," suggested Sonja.

"That is a bit hard to do when I look down and see those big tits of yours jiggling like that," giggled Kate.

"Then I shall have to help you imagine it better," said Sonja and she began to lift Kate up and down fucking them both with the cucumber as it slid back and forth.

"Oh fuck yes, that helps," moaned Kate. "Oh yes, fuck me good sir with your large cock."

Up and down Sonja pulled Kate over and over again as both their moans became louder and louder.  "Tell me wench are you ready to cum?" demanded Sonja in a mock ferocious voice.

"Oh yes my lord, er I mean my lady, oh the hell with it, just fuck me and make me cum!" cried Kate.

The two women came within moments of each other, their juices soaking their half of the cucumber before collapsing to lie for a long while in each other's arms, the green dildo still firmly lodged inside them both.  When they finally separated, Sonja removed the cucumber and reversed it.  "Open your mouth," she said and demonstrated what she wanted by swallowing the  half facing her with Kate's juices all over it.  Slowly each woman swallowed more and more of the thing until their lips touched once more.

* * *

After a long, hot shower to clean up, Kate led Sonja on a cross country hike North towards the cottage with the mysterious VIP.  Sonja wore her armour underneath the light blue, knee length dress that Kate had provieded and insisted on keeping her sword strapped to her hip over Kate's objections that it didn't exactly blend in.  Sonja agreed with that, but she didn't feel right without her sword and she had a feeling she might need it.  If anyone remarked on  it, she had told Kate they could just say it was a prop for a play they were working on.  Afterall, the truth that she was some sort of sword wielding female mercenary from out of the distant past was a lot less believable.

Kate led the way up to the cottage, confident that her big brother would at least let them have a peek inside and maybe catch a glimpse of the stranger.  To help insure this, she had a tray of freshly baked cinnamon buns with her.  "No raisens in them, just like Gabe prefers," she told Sonja.  The warrior didn't know what a cinnamon bun was, but they smelled so good that she knew she would have been tempted in Gabe's position.

There was just a dim light coming out one window of the cottage when Kate knocked on the front door.  No one answered immediately, though Sonja thought she had heard the low murmur of voices from inside.  Finally, the door opened partway and a man's face peered out at them.

"Hey Tom," said Kate recognizing the man.  "I just stopped to say hello to my brother and bring him some baking."  Kate waved  the covered tray under the man's nose.

"I'm not really supposed to let anyone in," said Tom and he glanced uncertainly back over his shoulder.  "I mean I know you and all, but I don't know her," and he nodded at Sonja, "and I got my orders from the big man himself."

"Let them in," called a voice from behind Tom with an accent that Sonja didn't recognize, but which seemed to surprise Kate.

Tom still looked uncertain and then he suddenly seemed to stiffen up and with an obvious reluctance swung the door open and Kate smiled her thanks and bounded inside.  Sonja followed more cautiously as something had seemed off about Tom and her suspicions were confirmed when the door slammed shut behind them.  At the same time, Kate gave a cry and dropped her tray of buns and ran to a body lying on the floor.

"Gabe, what happened to you?" she cried.

There was a lot for Sonja to take in at once.  The man Kate had identified as her brother was alive, but blood was leaking through his shirt.  Tom still stood by the door, but the reason for his stiffness was now clearly visible as there was a man holding a knife pressed tight against his back.  The knife wielder was wearing a black uniform with a weirdly shaped cross on the arm that was outlined in red.  There were half a dozen other men in the same uniform in the room and finally an older man with greying hair that stood out in an unruly mess standing by the fire looking sad.

"Ah, Red Sonja, so good of you to join us at last," said one of the cluster of six men.  The face was not familiar, but Sonja swore she had heard that voice before and oddly enough it totally lacked the thick accent she had heard from the voice commanding Tom to let them in.

There was something strange going on here realized Sonja as she held back her instinct to draw her sword.  Such a move would likely put Tom, Kate and the still unidentified guest in danger and Sonja wanted to learn more before acting.  "You seem to know me, but I have never seen you before," replied Sonja.

The man smiled a cold, ruthless smile and reached into his pocket.  There was a click and Serpentarius stood there smirking at her.  "A little holographic trickery," he said.  He was holding a small, metal box and now he pressed a button on it and after the click, he once more looked human, but this time was wearing a totally different green uniform.

"That's how the bastards got in and got the jump on us," grated Tom.  "We thought they were British soldiers sent by his lordship to help us guard our guest."

"Why have you done this?" cried Kate looking up from her brother with anguish on her face.

Serpentarius pressed a button on his little box and once more was human looking and in the intimidating black uniform.  "Two reasons really," he said in the best narrative tone of a villain explaining his great plan.  "We are obviously not Germans, but very shortly some authentic Germans will arrive with their automobile and take Herr Einstein with them to a small boat where he will be taken back to their country.  They plan to force him to help develop weapons for the war that is coming soon."

"I will never do that," declared the man by the fire, speaking for the first time.  "I would rather die than ever aid the filthy Nazis.  I do not know who or what you are but you can be no better than them if you ally yourself with such as them."

Serpentarius shrugged.  "My understanding is that you will aid them in their efforts or many people you care about will die.  That is not my problem.  

"You said two reasons," pointed out Sonja.

"Yes, my dear Red Sonja, you yourself are the second reason.  We either want those Time Stones or failing that prevent you from obtaining them and returning them to Pricus.  We have tried increasingly more direct methods with each stone."  We directed the saber tooth tiger towards you, hoping it  would attack you the first time and then we tried to work indirectly through Sir Guy the second time.  When both of those efforts failed, we got more direct with Cobor.  I will actually miss that bloodthirsty killer.  I finally realized that I was going to have to do the job myself.  Once our unwitting German allies arrive and take Herr Einstein to his fate, I will kill you and recover the three Time Stones you have already found from your corpse.  Perhaps I will delay your death long enough to entertain myself with your delectable body, or maybe I will use your corpse for that purpose instead."

Gabe gave a groan of pain and a stricken Kate returned to her attempts to staunch the flow of blood from what was either a knife wound or a claw wound from the natural shape of the snake men.

Serpentarius glanced down at the injured man and his sister.  "We will of course have to eliminate all witnesses, though likely the Germans will be willing to do that for us."

From outside there came the sound of something moving over the gravel twoards the cottage, likely the automobile, whatever that was, with the Germans, thought Sonja.  She tensed to act, but knew she was at a bad disadvantage as besides the man with the knife, the others all held swords in their hands and hers was still in her scabbard.  Oh well, we all have to die sometime, she reflected.

The man they had called Herr Einstein turned back towards the fire with his shoulders slumped as if in surrender, but suddenly he took something from his pocket and tossed it into the fire.  There was a loud BANG from the fire and all heads turned to loook that way.  All heads, except Sonja's  as she had caught the wink the man had given her and acted instantly.  In one smooth motion she drew the dagger from where she had strapped it to her leg, just above the hem of her dress,   and threw it catching the man behind Tom in the throat.  His body hadn't hit the floor yet when her sword was in her hand and she was charging the other six snake men.

"Kill her you fools," screamed Serpentarius as he stumbled back out of Sonja's immediate range, apparently being from the leadership school who believed in letting others do the fighting and dying.

Indeed, one of the other five was deadbefore he finished his sentence as Sonja ran him through.  She parried a thrust from attacker two and kicked attacker three in the stomach doubling him up.  Her sword swung around from the parry and caught attacker four in the throat and he fell with a gurgling cry. The warrior woman ducked another wild stroke from attacker two, grabbed attacker three by his neck and tossed him at number five, sending them both crashing to the floor.  She parried a third strike from number two and disembowled him on her reposte.  Sonja kicked number three in the face as he struggled up and took the head off number five.  She had just cut down number three when the cottage door flew open and two more of the black uniformed men ran in brandishing something that Sonja instinctively knew was a weapon in their hands.

The two men leveled their strange weapons at Sonja and she knew she was too far away to reach them before they could use them.  Tom lunged at one of the pair and they fell to the floor wrestling.  The second man briefly glanced at them and turned back to Sonja to use his weapon on her when there was a loud BOOM from behind him and he fell dead to the floor.  Behind him was a pudgy looking bald man holding a similar weapon in his hand from which a wisp of smoke curled out.  "You really have made a mess of my cottage haven't you?" he asked before turning his attention to Tom and the other German.  His assistance, however, was not required as Tom felled his opponent with a hard right to the jaw.

"I'm very sorry Mr. Churchill," said Tom getting to his feet.  "These bounders managed to get the jump on Gabe and me and only this young lady saved all of us."

"Jolly well done then young lady," said Churchill as he put his gun back in his pocket.  "It seems a damned good thing that I decided to drive up here to talk some more with Mr. Einstein."

	* * *

The scuffle with the real germans had allowed Serpentarius to flee out the back door which brought a curse from Sonja, but there didn't seem any point in trying to chase after him.  Likely, he had fled from this time period using whatever means he had used to get here in the first place.  Gabe's wound turned out to be a deep cut from a sword, but didn't appear to be life threatening and Kate had him all bandaged up before they got around to exchanging stories.

"That is either sheer bullshit or the most interesting adventure I have ever heard," said Winston Churchill when Sonja had explained who she was and why she was there.

"That is unusual language for a politician," remarked Sonja.  "Most of the ones I have met wouldn't say shit if their mouth was full of it.  I can see why you are currently out of favour?"

"Only a temporary thing, I can assure you," said Churchill waving away something inconsequential.  "One day I will be needed again and I shall be ready."

"Well, I am sure your country will be glad of that," replied Sonja who though she had just met the man had to marvel at his self conceit and was glad that wasn't a fault she shared.  "Now, I just wish I could find that Time Stone."

"Ah, perhaps it looks something like this Frauelein," said Einstein as he held out a rose coloured jewel to her.

"How?  Where did you find it?" asked an astonished Sonja as he put the jewel in her hand.

"I found it on the ground when I went for a walk before those thugs arrived," replied Einstein.  "I must admit that when you told me what you were looking for, I was extremely tempted to keep my discovery secret so I could study it.  ah, the things I might have learned, but knowledge must be earned through effort and thought and not stolen.  There are some things that can be too dangerous to know too soon as I am afraid the world might soon learn to its regret."

"Kate tells me you are considered a wise man," said Sonja, "perhaps the wisest man in the world. and I think you just proved her right.  That was also quick thinking when you threw whatever you did into the fire to distract those bastards."

It was just a couple of bullets that I had found in a drawer and pocketed for no good reason when looking for the sugar for my tea," explained Einstein.  "As for my work, some people who have reviewed it would not agree with your assessment of my intelligence Miss Sonja, but thank-you for your kind words."

"This whole thing is going to have to be hushed up I am afraid," said Churchill.  "I don't think it will even make it into my diary for I am sure anyone who reads it after my death would think me mad."

"I'm not sure I believe it myself," said Sonja as she began to remove the dress Kate had loaned her in preparation for leaving, exposing the bikini armour she had worn under it.

"Hmm, are you sure I can't talk you into staying as either the head of the army or my mistress?" asked Churchill as he regarded Sonja's ample breasts in the small turquoise bikini top.

"A tempting offer," replied Sonja gravely as she touched the necklace and another portal opened.

"Not a demon, but certainly not an ordinary woman," commented Churchill as the portal closed.

"Mein Gott, how do I ever account for that in my theories?" wailed Einstein.

"Relax and have a cinnomon bun," said Kate with a grin.  "No raisens."

* * *

Sonja handed Pricus the four Time Stones which he once more placed around his neck.  "Did you have much difficulty retrieving them?" he asked.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," replied Sonja.  The two of them were alone on a beach, though it was clearly different from the beach where this latest adventure had started.  "I take it you are now also Capricorn and a member of the Zodiac order?" asked Sonja.

"At your service," agreed Pricus.

"Whatever happened to Alluria and her pig of an uncle?" asked Sonja.

"Ah, you should know by now that time is not always linear," admonished Pricus.  "That story is not yet completed.  Perhaps Alluria learned some important lessons.  Perhaps not.  Time will tell, but I will not."

"Sometimes you wizards and gods are a pain in the ass," declared Sonja.

"We try," confirmed Pricus.  "What will you do next?"

"You mean as a master of time that you don't know?" asked Sonja, quirking an eyebrow.

"I can manipulate time, but I am not its master," replied Pricus.

"Well, I still have two more realms of the Zodiac to visit, but it is going to be 12 hours before the necklace can regenerate another portal," said Sonja.

"It is possible for me to shorten that timespan," Pricus informed her.  "It is merely a question of ingesting some of my essence."

"Your essence?" asked Sonja and then she narrowed her eyes and glared at Pricus.  "Just exactly what do you mean by that?" she asked suspiciously.  Pricus just smiled at her and when Sonja looked down, she saw a very long cock starting to slide into view under the sea goat.  Sonja sighed and began to remove her armour.  A few seconds later she slid under Pricus and wrapped her lips around his hard cock and began to slide her mouth up and down on it.  "You are a horny old goat," she told him when she let his member slide out of her mouth for a moment.

"Remember the more you ingest, the sooner you can resume your mission," said Pricus.

The swordswoman glared at the sea goat for a few seconds and then slipped his cock back into her mouth.

* * *

Sonja could still taste the sea goat cum in her mouth, which she told herself was sort of like goat milk, when she opened a new portal and stepped through.


End of Part Eleven

[Author's Note:  When Hitler came to power in 1933, Einstein was visiting the United States.  He left to go back to Germany in order to pack up and leave.  He quickly realized this was a bad idea and stopped in Belgium where he lived for a short while.  In the summer of 1934, he was invited to England for talks with the government where he was trying to get help in getting other Jewish scientists out of Germany.  Einstein did stay at a cottage owned by Winston Churchill during this time.  Kate, Gabe and Tom are made-up characters, though Churchill did hire two men with shotguns to guard Einstein.]