Red Sonja: The 13th Sign of the Zodiac Part Eight -Libra 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 When the world reformed around Red Sonja, she found herself naked and in chains. Gosh, what a surprise, she thought as she looked around at her current surroundings. She wasn't sure how much of what she saw and felt in these visions of the Zodiac realms were real and how much were in her mind. It seemed that even if she lost all her clothes like this time, she would magically have her armour, sword, cloak and supplies back again for the next portal. It was handy, but frustrating. It reminded her of the time she joined up with a caravan across the Windswept Desert and had been told to put her saddle bags in the common luggage cart. When she had gotten to Zagder, there was no sign of her saddle bags as the luggage cart had somehow ended up in Quintro and it had taken a week for her property to be sent on to her. After that, she always kept her saddle packs with her, no matter what. What she saw looking around appeared to be the throne room of some king or other. Sonja hadn't spent much time in throne rooms unless it was to loot them and she couldn't help noticing a number of nice looking wall hangings that could be rolled up and carried away easily as well as numerous small and valuable looking items that could easily fit in one of her cloak pockets, assuming she had a cloak that is. Looking in front of her, Sonja saw a lean, dark haired man on a gold throne, raised several steps above the main floor. She was not the only one in chains, but one of a line of people being filed before the king. Sonja noted that the male prisoners and all the older or fatter women had clothes on. In fact, she was the only prisoner who was naked. Bastards "Move along slut," snapped a voice and a spear butt poked Sonja hard in the ribs. "It's your turn for judgement, so remember to bow and to show respect to the King." "Poke me again with that spear and I will shove it up your ass until it comes out your mouth," muttered Sonja as she realized she was now the lead prisoner. "What did you say?" snarled the guard. "It appears the king is a just man, so I will watch my mouth," replied Sonja as she stepped forward. "The prisoner is accused of 374 counts of prostitution, public lewdness and the corruption of men of virtue," said a weasely little man standing beside the king. That has to be the court chamberlain or high clerk or some such title, thought Sonja, having seen his like in dozens of cities she had travelled to. They were always little men who dreamed of doing great things, but all they ever managed was an expertise in boot licking and ass kissing. "Guilty," intoned the king as he stifled a yawn with one royal hand. Guilty? Sonja blinked. Wasn't she supposed to get to present her side of the story? "Most wise and just my king," said the weasel. "She will be executed by boiling in oil at dawn. Next prisoner." "You heard the man, move along slut," said the guard as he unknowingly signed his death warrant by prodding Sonja with the spear again. "One moment," said the king suddenly as he seemed to finally bother to look at the prisoner in front of him. He looked Sonja over from the top of her mane of bright red hair down to her toes, though the journey was significantly halted at breast level for some time and got derailed a second time when it reached her red, neatly trimmed pussy. "I think we can hold off on that oil bit for a little while," said the king. "Escort this prisoner to my quarters so Ican take the time to properly and personally interrogate her further on the charges." Sonja found herself being escorted by the guard she had mentally nicknamed Proddy to a luxuriously appointed bedroom and locked inside, still shackled hand and foot. She was still working on trying to pick the damnably good locks on her chains when the door reopened and the king strode in. "I really hate this kind of day," said the king as he walked over to a sideboard and poured himself a large goblet of red wine which he down half of in one gulp. "Ahhhh, dispensing justice is such thirsty work." "You call what you did out there justice?" sneered Sonja. "You weren't even listening to the charges. You just muttered guilty without giving people a chance to defend themselves." The King waved a hand dismissively. "Only the guiltty are brought before me." "Yeah, I suppose the innocent paid your flunky before the whole travesty began. I hope you get a percentage," snapped Sonja. Rather than look offended, the King merely grinned at Sonja. "He gets a third," confirmed the King as he finished the rest of the wine. "If he is reallylucky, he sometimes gets extra tidbits after I am done with them." "I take it that I qualify as a tidbit?" asked Sonja indignantly. "Oh, you are much more than a tidbit," replied the King as he put the glass down. "You are an entire banquet." With that the King shrugged out of his robe to display his erect kingly member. Striding over to the bed, he pushed Sonja down onto her back on top of it and began to climb on top of her. "You are going to have to take off these chains," complained Sonja. "At least the ankle ones if you want to get my legs far enough apart to get to the goodies." The king grunted and frowned at her, but realized she was right and he got up and crossed to the door. "Give me the keys for the shackles," he told Proddy who was standing on guard outside the door. Themman wordlessly removed the key from a pocket and handed it to his liege though not without casting a smirking glance at the naked Sonja on the king's bed. The King unlocked the ankle chains and tossed them on the floor before crawling back on top of Sonja. She felt his cock rub over her thigh as he leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss. He forced his tongue intoSonja's mouth while his wellmuscled chest pressed tightly against Sonja's large breasts. After several minutes, he broke the kiss and leered down at his captive. "374 counts of sex offences. You must be very experienced indeed and I am looking forward to finding out just how good you are." "I can show you better if you would only remove the wrist chains," simpered Sonja. "I am no fool girl," smiled the King. "I have read too many stories of what a wildcat, like you appear to be, could do. I am much safer this way." "But, I have no weapon," protested Sonja and these chains so hamper things. "They dont hamper this," laughed the King as he positioned his cock at the entrance to Sonja's pussy and with a quick thrust buried it inside her. "Ahhhhhhhh, your cunt is as sweet as I had imagined it to be." Fully sheathed inside Sonja, the king leaned down to nibble at one of her erect nipples. "And your breasts are magnificent. they shall keep me entertained all night long until you go to your death in the morning." Sonja had considered letting the king have his fun, but he had neither defeated her in battle or paid for her services, so neither of the goddesses she served would complain if she didn't. The deciding factor was the crack about still sending her to be boiled in oil come the dawn. "Like I need a weapon when you provided me with these cute chains," commented sonja as she placed them around the king's neck and quicly wrapped them tight. "Now, now, don't try shouting for the guard because you will be dead before he can do anything. Just nod if you understand me." The king's eyes were bulging from their sockets as he gave a jerky nod. Oh my, he looks terrified, thought Sonja and paused as she felt his cock go flacid and slip out of her pussy. "Now very carefully reach for the key and unlock these wrist chains." The King blindly groped around on the bed until he found the discarded key and unlocked the wrist shackles. Sonja deftly slipped her wrist free, but kept the chains tightly wrapped around the king's neck. "I am now going to do you one more favour before letting you go," she told the king who let a look of relief cross his face. "I am going to make sure you never get bored again handing out justice to those who can't afford it." With that, Sonja tightened the chains around the King's neck until his windpipe was crushed and after a few pitiful gasps, he collapsed a dead weight on top of her. Sonja pushed the King's corpse off her and walked over to the bedroom door and knocked on it. When Proddy opened the door to leer inside, she grabbed him by his spear arm and pulled him inside. When they came searching for the king the next morning, they found his body along with that of the guard with the spear protruding from his mouth, though that had not been its poit of entrance into his body. For her part, Sonja felt the room begin to dissolve around her even as she looked down at her handiwork. Damn, I never even learned their names, she thought with a mental shrug. * * * When her vision cleared again, Sonja was disgusted to still find herself naked and once more restrained. What the hell was the matter with so many people she met that she endedup like this? Instead of chains, this time she found herself in some type of device she had never encountered before. It seemed mainly made of wood with her head locked in place via being inserted somehow through a hole with her wrists also imprisoned on either side of her head while she was forced to kneel on the other side of the wood slab. It was night and the cool air had her nipples lmost painfully hard. "Are you enjoying your stay in the stocks witch?" asked a mocking male voice. Sonja managed to crane her head enough up to see a large, red faced man in strange clothes glaring down at her. He was dressed mostly in black, which from her experience was never a good sign as it was the favourite colour of evil minions and religious zealots and she wondered which type he was. He was wearing black leggings, a black jacket with some white around the shoulders and a large black hat. "I've been accused of being a lot of things, but rarely of doing magic since anyone who knows me at all knows how much I dislike wizards and their ilk," returned Sonja a little peevishly at the accusation. The man shrugged. "If not a witch then most certainly a demonic succubus with hair that shade and breasts of such lovely size, er such gross and wanton over abundance. The trial in the morning will determine all of that though." Sonja gave a mental frown, recalling what Astrea had told her about Libra. While most of the zodiac signs were of people or animals, the libra sign was that of a set of scales representing justice. She had already gone through one trial and apparently the powers that be who controlled these visions wasn't done making their ppoint regarding that subject. "If the trial is not until morning, what brings you here?" asked Sonja though again from her previous experience with men like this, she had a fairly good idea. "Well since it is after dark and the rest of the good god fearing citizens of this town are indoors as per the curfew enjoined by the magistrate, I thought it would be a good opportunity to study the devil's handiwork firsthand so as to better acquaint myself with his foul work." Sonja did her best considering her limited range of motion to look around some more while she processed the man's words. As far as she could tell, she was in a small town square. There were a few larger buildings which she took to probably be temples or some government buildings and smaller ones that were likely individual homes. They were all dark and silent in compliance with the curfew. The man's words implied he was the religious zealot type and Sonja's intuition kicked in to ask the next question. "Let me guess, you are the magistrate?" The man's eyes widened in surprise and he took a step backwards before visibly getting himself under control. "Aye, I am Magistrate Thomas Simmons, but perhaps my piety and zealous persecution of witches and demons has reached even into the infernal realm?" "I wouldn't know about that," replied Sonja, "since I am not from there. I even only travelled through Cimmeria once and that wasn't a pleasant experience. It was just a luckyguess." Simmons looked confused for a moment then gave his head a shake. "The servants of the devil are well known for their lack of truth." "So are a lot of men," muttered Sonja. "Now if you have seen enough of my supposedly demonic body, why don't you go count sheep and let me get some sleep before your sure to be totally fair trial in the morning?" Simmons ignored the dripping sarcasm and stood there silent for a few moments before clearing his throat. "Well, as I said it behooves one who battles the demonic hordes to learn more of their enemy and their works." With that, the magistrate opened up his pants, pulled out his semi hard member and stepped forward to rub it over Sonja's face as she glowered at him. "Let us make use of your lying mouth for another purpose," said Simmons with a leer. "Mayhap if you please me enough, the morning's trial will be resolved to your advantage." Sonja decided that she rather preferred evil madmen. At least they didn't try and cloak their foul actions with holy words. Well, it didn't appear she was going anywhere until the trial and there was the very remote chance that this bastard would keep his word, so she sighed and opened her mouth. Simmons slid his cock in with an audible sigh of pleasure and Sonja closed her lips about the rod of meat an began to lick and suck it as it hardened in her mouth. "Yessss, just as I thought, you whores of Satan are very skilled when it comes to pleasuring a man," moaned Simmons as he began to thrust his cock in and out of the swordswoman's mouth. He grabbed two full handfuls of Sonja's silken red hair and pushed in deeper and deeper until his balls banged on her chin and his cock was lodged in her throat. Sonja briefly wondered who this Satan was, but mentally shrugged it off as unimportant and began to use her recently acquired oral skills on the man's cock. It was in some sense just another form of sword fighting when you looked at it closely and she certainly was getting a very close up look at the hard cock fucking her face. "Oh, you harlot of the underworld, I cannot withstand your blandishments any longer," cried Simmns and suddenly Sonja felt a warm gush of cum shooting into her mouth and down her throat. There were three good blasts of goo and then Simmons pulled his cock from her gasping mouth and shot one final load over her face. Damn, he is still hard noticed Sonja. He must not have been getting much lately and I just bet I know what he is going to do next. Simmons took his cock in one hand and after a moment of staring down at the sinful sight of his cum dripping from Sonja's face, he moved around behind the red haired warrior. "It is surely my duty to fully test your abilities. If it were not so, he would not have kept my member hard and able for the task." I called that one thought Sonja bitterly as she felt Simmons rub his cock over her pussy lips in preparation to fucking her. His hands grabbed her hips and with a grunt from him that Sonja echoed a moment later, his cock was buried halfway inside her in a single thrust. "Oh sweet heaven, this whore of the devil is more cunning and wanton than I could ever have envisioned," gasped Simmons as he paused to try and regain his composure. Sonja felt like calling the man out for his bullshit, but decided once again it was better to just bide her time. A few seconds later, she felt Simmons begin to push deeper into her cunt and soon he had his entire dick inside her. The unexpected pleasure seemed to almost drive him mad as he then began to slam in and out of her with an animal like frenzy and Sonja had to reflect somewhat ruefully that she had way too much recent experience in knowing what that felt like. The man's balls slapped loudly on her ass and frankly Sonja was surprised no one else in the village came to investigate the lewd sounds. The magistrate must have the townsfolk really cowed into submission she decided. There was no way, however, that the man could keep up this pace for long and she was proven right when moments later she felt his second load of cum shooting into her body. There didn't seem as much this time around and that just went to show you the bastard was mortal and not some fucking god like Zeus who could seemingly produce an almost inexhaustable amount of semen. "Well, we will see thee in the morn for thy trial witch," said Simmons stepping back in front of her as he tucked his cock away. "I don't suppose you would consider releasing me now for say services rendered?" asked Sonja without much real hope. Simmons just laughed softly and walked away. * * * Shortly after dawn, several dozen dour faced men and women came out of the houses and surrounded Sonja. The climate here doesn't feel warm enough to grow lemons, thought Sonja, but from the sour looks on those faces, that must be their major crop. "Behold the whore has had sexual congress with demons in the night while we slept," proclaimed Simmons gesturing to the dried cum onSonja's face and thighs. "That was you, you fucking asshole," Sonja spat unable to contain her rage at this blatent lie. "Close your ears to the lies of the demon," screamed Simmons. "It is well known that they will say anything, promise anything to escape the rightful wrath of God." The grim faced townsfolk nodded their heads in agreement. "Well, I will only make one promise," snarled Sonja looking Simmons in the eyes. "There is going to be some rightful retribution and you won't have to wait for your precious god to deliver it." When they opened the stocks, Sonja's arms were so cramped that she couldn't resist as they wrapped her in chains and carried her through the town and down to the riverbank where they found an impressively large rock and attached it to the chains. Well this doesn't look good, thought Sonja, but she refrained from struggling or cursing, choosing instead to save her strength and try to get some feeling back in her arms. Hear yea all the words of judgement on this harlot of Satan," roared Simmons in a voice loud enough to wake the dead and Sonja hoped fervently that would not soon include her. Could she die in one of these visions? If she did die in one of these visions, would it be real? Did she really want to find out? '"The harlot shall be consigned to the river. If she drowns, she is innocent. If she lives, she is a witch and we shall then burn her at the stake for god has said thou shalt not suffer a witch to live," carried on Simmons. "Yeah, sounds like justice to me alright," muttered Sonja as several of the men gathered her up and without further ceremony tossed her as far as they could into the raging water. To be accurate, Sonja sank like the proverbial stone which was not so proverbially attached to her chains. She had taken a deep breath before hitting the water and now struggled to slip out of the chains. Her hands were bound behind her and she was hogtied so her hands brushed the tops of her boots. Her Boots! In all the fun times in the stoks, she had not realized she still had her boots on. She didn't know why, except maybe someone, was giving her an out if she was smart enough and capable enough to sieze it, or more accurately to seize the lockpick secreted in the top of her right boot. It took almost two minutes of contorting and swearing, but Sonja managed to slide the lock pick from its concealment and slip it into the locks on the chains. Her world was going black and she had to fight the urge to go straight to the surface where she would be seen as she was in no condition to fight. Burning at the stake didn't appeal to her anymore than drowning did. Spotting a large log in the water, she carefully surfaced on the far side of it and clung there hidden for a few hours until all the watchers on the shore had given up. Even so, she remained hidden for a few more hours and let herself be carried a ways downstream before striking out for the shore. * * * Magistrate Simmons groaned and opened his eyes to blerily look around. It was dark and when he went to put a hand to his aching head, he found he couldn't move it. It took him a few seconds to realize why and that he was locked in the same stocks the red haired whore had been imprisoned in earlier that day. It took another few seconds for recollection to return as to how this had happened. There had been a knock on his door a few hours after supper and when he had angrily opened it to castigate the wretch who was violating curfew, a strong arm had yanked him outside and apparently slammed a sledgehammer into his head which was the only thing that could acccount for the throbbing in his skull. "Glad to see you are awake," said a soft female voice and Simmons looked up in astonishment to see the red haired slut standing there naked in the moonlight. "I was so hoping I hadn't hit you hard enough to kill you." "What, what do you want with me?" asked Simmons and cursing mentally as he heard the quivering and fear in his voice. He must not show weakness to a demon. "I have heard it said that payback is a bitch," said Sonja calmly. "Just consider me the biggest bitch around." When she saw Simmons cringe, she gave him a bright smile tht was far from reassuring. "Oh don't fret Magistrate," she went on. "I have no desire to be as petty and vicious as you, but I did promise some retribution. I will endeavor to try and make the punishment fit the crime as best I can." Sonja stepped forward until her pussy rubbed over Simmon's face. "So for starters, lets see you eat me out bitch boy!" Simmons looked simultaneously shocked and disgusted. "I will never do such a degrading and unnatural act! You can kill me, but I will not do as you ask." "Unnatural?" replied Sonja. "It is perfectly fine for you to shove your dick in my mouth and fill it with your cum, but the other way around is unnatural? Well, let's see if you are as resolute as you claim." Sonja picked up a pitchfork that he hadn't noticed leaning against the stocks. "I thought you might need a little convincing." she went behind the kneeling magistrate and yanked his pants down to his ankles and gave his exposed ass a hard slap before returning to stand in front of him. "Still refuse?" she asked sweetly. When Simmons nodded his head in defiance, Sonja leaned over the stocks and poked his ass with the business end of the fork. Simmons yelped, but could do nothing but continue to kneel there. "How about now?" Sonja inquired and rewarded Simmons with another harder poke when he still shook his head no. After the seventh poke, Sonja felt his tongue start to slide over her pussy lips. "Ahhhhhh that feels real good," moaned Sonja mocking his earlier comments to her. "You are so talented, I am sure you must have done this before. Maybe you even practice with some of the male townsfolk since you are so good with your mouth." She could hear Simmons gagging and felt him cringing under her words. Maybe her wild suggestion hadnt been so wild afterall she wondered. "Now suck on my clit," she ordered him. "Just pretend it is a little cock and give it a good sucking." Sonja grabbed Simmons by the ears and pressed her pussy tighter to his head, smearing her juices all over his face as she forced him to suck her clit and then shove his tongue deep into her pussy. She kept forcing him until he found her special sweet spot and after that it didn't take much to make her climax and she poured out her honey over his face and into his mouth. Sonja could hear the man trying to retch and she just pressed her sex tighter to his face and made him swalow. "There, that wasn't so bad was it?" asked Sonja stepping back finally. "Foul witch," burbled Simmons when he could clear his mouth enough to speak. "Hmm, still not the right attitude," commented Sonja thoughtfully. "There was a phrase you used today. I think it was something like 'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live'. Did I get that right?" When Simmons nodded, Sonja produced a pen and paper that she had taken from his house. "Please write that quaint phrase on this paper for me." She held the paper in place while a very confused Simmons wrote it out for her in an unsteady hand. "Now let's just cross out the last two words," said Sonja and tacked the 'Thous shalt not suffer a witch' message onto the wood beside Simmons' head. It took all her self control to not nail it directly to his forehead. "I don't understand," said a frankly confused Simmons. "I just wanted it to be clear," said Sonja, "that when they find you in the morning that everyone will know what will happen to them if they ever pull off another witch trial like the one you did with me in this village." "When they find me?" quivered a once more terrified Simmons. "Oh don't be a pouty baby," said Sonja with another non reassuring smile. "Nothing fatal, just something sufficient. I am afraid you might be picking out splinters for a few weeks though and a more liquid diet might be something for you to look into." Sonja picked up the pitchfork again and Simmons was preparing himself for another prodding with the metal tines when Sonja suddenly reversed it and leaned over the stocks and gave a hard thrust. Simmons was still screaming with a good fourteen inches of the handle shoved where the sun doesn't shine when mist began to form and Sonja disappeared from view. Her last thought before she faded away was to try and remember if she had lubed up the handle with the can of goose grease she had found in Simmons's cabin. * * * "Bang, Bang, Bang, order in the court! I'm having ham on rye, what about the rest of you?" "Very droll sir." Sonja blinked and looked around in confusion. She was in a room of some sort that was obvious, but it wasn't like anything she could recall seeing before. At the front of the room was a large raised desk with a surprisingly young looking man sitting behind it wearing a loose fitting black robe. Despite his youth, he appeared to be in charge and he was banging some kind of wooden hammer on the desk in an apparent effort to get people to come to order which they were actually doing. Beside the young man was a dark skinned man dressed in unfamiliar clothes and instantly Sonja felt a similar connection between these two men as she had seen with the king and his weaselly court chamberlain from her first stop in this vision, except she got the impression of calm and competent from the dark skinned man. "First case your honour, the people vs. Boobs R Us in the person of Alvin Schwartz," said the dark skinned man. Still trying to take in everything from where she found herself sitting on a hard wooden bench and for once not naked or in chains, Sonja saw two city guards escort a small, dark haired man into position in front of the young man in charge. Sonja didn't really know these were city guards, but they had a uniform and the general vibe of that class of humans she had encountered more than a few times in her mercenary career, either guarding the city gates or breaking up bar braawls. Certainly the male member of the pair looked quite capable of breaking up just about anything he wanted. He was taller than just about any man Sonja had ever met, with muscles that bulged under his uniform and a shaved head. The female guard was not nearly as imposing, but carried herself with the air of someone you didn't want to mess with. She was also dark skinned and a few years older with the confidence that comes with those extra years. "Thanks Mac," said the young man in the black robe as he took what looked like a stack of paper from the dark skinned man he had just called Mac and Sonja filed the name away for future reference. She had no idea what was going on, but at the moment no one was attacking her with swords or trying to get her to spread her legs, so she was content to sit and wait. "So what have we got here Mr. Prosecutor?" the young man asked as another pair of figures stepped up on either side of the man who appeared to be a prisoner. Again, one was male and one was female, both with light skin like Sonja. The man was tall, dark haired and looked like he checked a mirror on a regular basis to assure himself how handsome he was. Sleezy, but with at least a veneer of competence, thought Sonja as she sized him up. The woman was a blonde and any observer who wasn't legally blind would almost automatically notice the sizable chest she possessed even if she seemed to be trying to hide it under very unrevealing clothes. "Your honour, this is Alvin Schwartz, owner,cook and chief bottle washer for Boobs R Us," said the male member of the pair. "His fine establishment is on Center Street where he sells a wide variety of what we might best refer to as 'marital aids', but regretably has done so for the last ten years without obtaining a business license or a health inspection." "Hey, you never said anything about that to me before," protested Schwartz, "and you have my frequent customer points card!" "Not now Alvin," whispered the man who had been called Mr. Prosecutor out of the corner of his mouth. "Oh was there something you needed to share with us Dan?" the young robed man asked. "No your honour," replied Dan as Sonja realized that was his real name and Prosecutor was just his title. "Mr. Schwartz is obviously confusing me with someone else." "No, I aint'," cried Schwartz. "Just last week, yu bought that thirteen inch ....," "We are getting off track your honour," broke in Dan hurriedly. "The police raided Mr. Schwartz's establishment and we have a sampling of his merchantdise as evidence,." and he stopped to gesture at a large box the tall, bald city guard was now holding. "It was purple and used four AA batteries, muttered Schwartz, but no one seemed to be paying attention. The young man in charge now turned to look at the blonde. "Miss Sullivan?" he asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Your honour, the defence concedes the lack of a business license which we claim was merely a clerical oversight," said the blonde. "The establishment does not require a health inspection and as for the merchandise, it is all very legal to sell in New York." "Your play Dan?" said the young man pointing his wooden hammer at the man. "With regards to the health inspection your honour," said Dan, "the people would like to introduce Ms. Lola Vavoom," and a scantily clad brunette a few seats down from Sonja popped to her feet and gave the young man a wave. "Hello again Judge Harry," she trilled. Title and name realized Sonja. "Why hello Lola, we haven't had the pleasure of your company in some time," said Harry. "Weeks even." "I listened to what you said last time Judge Harry," said Lola. "I ain't working the streets anymore. I went and got a good job indoors." "Indeed your honour," put in Dan. "Lola works at Boobs R Us in the back rooms outfitted with what are commonly referred to as 'glory holes'. Hence the need as you might imagine for a health inspection, if not a fumigation." "That wasn't what you said last wee," muttered Schwartz under his breath. "I see," said Judge Harry and his eyes closed briefly as if he really was seeing something before giving his head a shake. "Now what about this evidence?" he asked. "Bull bring that box over here." "Your honour is that really necessary?" asked a flustered looking Ms. Sullivan hurriedly. "As I said, the merchandise is all perfectly legal." Sonja watched the city guard called Bull lumber towards the judge and place the box on it. With a name like Bull, she wondered if he was some associate of Taurus and filed that thought away for future consideration. Judge Harry stood up and began to pull items from the box. There was a whip, handcuffs, a huge purple phallic shaped object ...," the judge paused holding it a little gingerly. "A real good seller your honour," put in Schwartz. "It's just like the one ...oof," he stopped as Dan's elbow accidently connected with his ribs. "As I said your honour, the merchandise is irrelevant," put in a flustered and blushing Ms. Sullivan. "All perfectly legal if a little on the ewww side." "Not necessarily your honour," said Dan smoothly. "Mr. Schwartz seems to be missing import documentation for many of the items in his store. As well there are some items that the FDA regulates such as that large bottle labelled 'aphrodisiac'. There is no label as required by federal law as to the contents or source." "Im afraid its game and match to Mr. Fielding," said Judge Harry looking at Ms. Sullivan. He banged his wooden hammer on the desk. "The defendant is to be held over pending further investigation by the police. He can apply for bail in the morning." "I'm revoking your membership card," hissed Schwartz to Dan as the female city guard led him out a side door. "Next case Mac," said Judge Harry as Bull once more lumbered forward to reclaim the box. "The people vs. Sonja," proclaimed Mac handing Judge Harry some more paper. It took a second or two for Sonja to realize she was the next case as Bull put down the box and came forward to escort her to the position in front of the judge. "Going to a costume party Ms. Sonja?" asked Judge Hary. Sonja looked down at her skimpy, turquoise blue bikini armour which was all she was wearing besides her boots as her cloak was nowhere in sight. "This is what I normally wear," replied Sonja truthfully. "Your honour ...," whispered Ms. Sullivan in her ear. Sonja looked at her puzzled for a few seconds before catching on. "Er, this is what I normally wear your honour," she corrected herself. "It's very nice," said Harry with a smile as he had a clear view down her top from his elevated position. He looked at Dan. "Ok Mr. Prosecutor, it's your show." "Yes, your honour," said Dan. "Ms. Sonja, who declined to give any other name to the arresting officers is charged with374 counts of sexual misconduct including prostitution, lewd behaviour and my favourite, three counts of bestiality." "That is a lie," broke in Sonja before Ms. Sullivan could say anything. "Which part Ms. Sonja?" asked Judge Harry as he waived Christine to silence even as she opened her mouth to protest this unorthodox questioning of her client. "I don't have a mark on me," asserted Sonja. "It would take at least a dozen city guards to arrest me unless they were all close to being his size," scoffed Sonja and nodding at Bull. So obviously, this is all nonsense and I should be released." "Er, I was rather expecting you to deny the sex charges," replied Harry. "Why?" asked Sonja. "None of that is illegal." "Your honour," interjected Dan and when they looked at him, he was making small circling motions with one finger by the side of his head. "Ms. Sonja has perhaps seen one too many hobbits and might require the services of the white coated elves fromBelleview." "Oh come on Dan," said Christine stomping her foot in pique. "Sonja is obviously a dedicated cos player whom the police have mistaken for someone else." "Your honour, I draw your attention to the photographs in Ms, Sonja's file,courtesy of Officer Zeus, the arresting officer." Judge Harry shuffled through the file and pulled out three objects that Sonja didn't recognize, though her hackles had come up immediately when she heard Zeus's name mentioned. She craned her neck to look at the objects and saw they were some kind of small painting. One was her being fucked by Aries in his ram form, one of her being fucked by Taurus in his bull form and the last of her being fucked by the three headed dog Cerebus who guarded the entrance to Hades. "Oh come on, those are obviously Photo Shop fakes," said a even more brightly blushing Christine Sullivan. "I mean look at the last one, it has three, three ... thingies and three heads." "She does have a point Mr. Fielding," said Judge Harry studying the photos for what Sonja considered longer than necessary. "The people concede the photos are problematic, if rather stirring," said Dan as he leered at Sonja. "There is still, however, the matter of Ms. Sonja's identity and the other charges filed against her." "It looks like it is your night Mr. Fielding," conceded Harry. "The defendant will be remanded in custody until her identity can be determined. At that point, she will be brought back before the court for further consideration." He banged the gavel on the desk. "Ok people, let's take an hour for supper. Bull put those toys in the box in the evidence room. Court is in recess." Sonja felt a hand grip her elbow gently and she turned to see the second, dark skinned female city guard whose name she didn't know yet. "Come along with Roz Ms. Conan and we will get you a nice cell to have a lie down in." Out of sheer instinct at being touched by a city guard, Sonja drew her arm away and glared at Roz. "Conan? That muscle bound braggart? I wouldn't sleep with him if he was the last man in the world!" Roz frowned in confusion, not having expected her joke to provoke that reaction. Still, she wasn't happy about a prisoner giving her guff and pulling away, but before she could say anything more there was a crash from behind her. "Ooops," said Bull as he stood looking down at the box of sex toys he had dropped. The items were scattered all over the floor, including a broken bottle with a liquid of unknown origins leaking from it. "That was the aphrodisiac wasn't it?" said a plaintive Judge Harry as a vapour rose from the liquid with the smell of spring flowers. "Yes Harry," mumbled Bull with his head downcast. "Ok, clear the courtroom everyone," Harry said banging the gavel on the desk. "Everyone who was here at the front of the room come to my office while I call the men in black or whoever looks after something like this." "This way," said Roz, once more taking Sonja's elbow and this time the warrior let herself be led out a door next to the judge's desk. "Oh come on, that stuff is probably just bottled water," protested Christine as she followed them out. "Oh, I don't think so," smirked Dan as he came up close behind Christine and the large bulge in his pants prodded her shapely ass. "I think it is the genuine stuff." * * * "Uh huh, I see, well thanks and we'll be here waiting for you," said Harry as he hung up the phone on his desk and looked around his office at the people gathered there. "That was the local EPA guys who handle decontamination scenarios like this. They are all busy over at Yankee stadium. It seems there was an industrial size leak of Old Spice cologne and they won't be able to get to us for a couple of hours. They said to just sit tight. It was only those of us at the front of the courtroom who were exposed to whatever the hell that stuff was." "I don't think there is much doubt about what it was," said Dan with a smirk. "My little buddy has been standing at attention ever since I got a whiff." "Oh God, is it getting hot in here?" cried christine as she began to fan herself feverishly with the file folder she was holding. "Well if it is too hot, you know what you can do," smirked Dan. Christine shot him a look and then quickly shrugged out of her suit jacket and tossed it on the floor. "Why the hell not," she snarled and not bothering with undoing buttons, tore her blouse open, sending the buttons bouncing on the floor. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and suddenly her large, round tits spilled into view with pink nipples fully erect. "You know, I always wanted to see how big it was." Dan stood there with a huge anticipatory grin on his face that suddenly vanished when Christine strode past him and knelt down in front of Mac. As everyone continued to watch in astonishment, she yanked open his belt, undid his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers in one quick yank. The aphrodisiac had certainly affected the clerk as well as his hard cock momentarily acted as a roadblock before springing up to smack Christine in the face. Recovering, she grabbed it with one hand, opened her mouth and stuffed as much as she could get inside in one go. "Well, I didn't see that coming," commented Roz. Sonja watched the busty and seemingly formerly prudish blonde bobbing her mouth up and down on the hard, black cock while everyone watched with no apparent concern. The swordswoman hadn't understood much of what was going on as the silver necklace Gemini had given her translated words but not always their meaning, but she could feel just how incredibly horny she was. Looking around at these other people in this strange room, she could see the same thing in their eyes. Well, when in Cimmeria, do what the Cimmerians do she thought and released the catch on her bra to let her boobs fall out into the open. She pulled down her bottoms and walked over to the huge bald city guard called Bull. "Do you want some of what he is getting?" she asked and nodded to Christine and Mac where the woman now had his entire and not inconsiderable length down her throat. "Yes, please," replied Bull quietly looking from Sonja's chest to his groin where a huge bulge had formed. Sonja smiled and kneeling, she quickly extracted his cock from his pants. She couldn't help but gasp when she saw how big it was, not just long but thick with a huge bulbous head and covered in thick veins. "This thing is big enough to make Taurus jealous," she muttered as she stuck out her tongue and ran it around the huge dribbling head. This triggered a huge glob of clear precum to leak out and Sonja quickly licked it up before opening her mouth as wide as it would go and just barely managing to get the head past her lips. "No one has ever managed to do that before," gasped Bull as he stared down in awe as the red haired woman sswallowed more and more of his massive cock. "Hey what about me?" whined Dan looking from the blowjob Christine was giving Mac to the one Sonja was administering to Bull. "Well, I doubt you could get it in your mouth either," said Roz mockingly as she walked up to the Assistant DA. "On the other hand, I have something more fun in mind for both of us," and she gave Dan's cock a squeeze through his pants. "As the sailor said, any port in a storm," quipped Dan. "Then you better hurry up and get naked," Roz ordered him as she began to remove her uniform while leading him over to the couch at the side of the room. Harry stood there undecided for a moment as he looked around the room at the pairings. He knew as a judge that he should be above such things, but this was all just too much. He pulled his robe over his head, revealing the distinct lack of anything under it and moved over behind Sonja. She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back into position, but was quite unable to say anything with her throat now so stuffed full of Bull's meat. She did, however,give out a soft moan of pleasure when she felt Harrys cock slide into her now thoroughly wet pussy. Over on the couch, Roz had the now naked Dan lying on his back with his prodigious and well practiced member sticking up proudly into the air. She was also naked and now with a sigh of contentment lowered her pussy onto his rod. It slipped easily inside of her and she sank down lower and lower until she had the entire length inside her. "I always thought you were a bit of a dick," said Roz looking down at him, "but now I know just how big of a dick you are and I like it." Dan grinned up at Roz as he felt her pussy envelop his cock then reachd up to cup one of her large,, chocolate brown tits in each hand. "You ain't seen or felt anything yet," he boasted and began to thrust his hips upwards and pushing his cock deeper into Roz. "I hope not," replied Roz as she began to bounce up and down on his cock in time with his thrusts. "Ahhhhhh Christine, I am getting real close," warned Mac as he ran his hands gently through Christine's blonde hair. The blonde responded by slipping Mac's large tool from her mouth and sliding it between her breasts. "Good, I want to watch this rocket go off," she gasped as she wrapped her tits around his shaft and began to rub them against it. She extended her tongue from her wide open mouth as she stared down and a few mments later a gusher of white cum blasted out of Mac's cock and hit her full in the face. "Oh my God, that felt great!" she cried as cum dripped from her forehead and formed a puddle in her perfectly coiffed hair. Mac's second shot of cum went right into her mouth. Sonja herd the interplay between the others, but only dimly as most of her attention was focussed on her own task of getting Bull's entire cock into her mouth. It's a damn good thing I have had a lot of practice sucking cock since meeting up with Killea and helping out a goddess of whores part time, she thought as she worked more and more of Bull's massive member into her throat. "You aren't going to hurt yourself doing that?" asked a concerned Bull as he saw his cock visibly disstending the skin of the redhead. Sonja gave her head a small shake and went back to work, slowly easing her mouth down the thick shaft until with afinal surge, she felt her nose bump against him. He was as bald down there as on top, so there were no annoying pubic hairs to tickle her nose as she paused to regroup. "Holy cow big guy," whistled Harry as he paused in his stroking in and out ofSonja's pussy to lean forward and see Bull's full length now safely installed in the woman's mouth. Giving his head a shake, the judge went back to sliding his own cock in and out of Sonja's other end as he hoped the EPA folk took their sweet time getting there. Sonja slowly slid her mouth back along Bull's shaft, keeping a constant pressure against it with her lips and her tongue until only the tip was still in her mouth. She paused again for a moment to prepare herself and then threw her head forward and this time took Bull's entire length down her throat in one savage go. Bull's eyes rolled upin their sockets and he had to grab tighter at Sonja's red hair to steady himself. Every hooker in the city he had tried, even the most experienced ones, had taken one look at his cock and ran screaming. This woman just seemed to take it as a challenge. Staring down, he watched in fascination as time after time she repeated her sword swallowing trick until he felt the tension in his balls build to an unstoppable mementum. He tried to warn her,he really did, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. A second later, the warning was redundant as he began to pour a seemingly unending supply of thick, warm cum into her mouth. Harry heard the loud gurgling sound from Sonja's mouth and knew exactly what that meant. It was more than enough to push himself over the edge and he began to pump his spunk deep inside the redhead's tight pussy. The aphrodisiac showed no signs of wearing off as the men and women finished their first round. Sonja caught sight of the blonde Christine with cum splattered all over her face and those delicious looking tits and decided she could use a short break from cock. She pulled Christine into a kiss and shoved her tongue into the blonde's mouth as their boobs ground together. Dan looked at the two women making out as he held Roz's head down on his cock to make her cleanit off and had the presence of mind to grab his cell phone and snap several pictures of the scene in front of him. If he didn't get a crack at Christine before this was over, he wanted to make sure he had the evidence to extort some future fun out of her. * * * When the guys in the white Hazmat suits arrived a few hours later, they found a group of tired, but happy looking men and women sitting in the office listening to Mel Torme. Sonja had vanished after going in to use Harry's private bathroom. The case file folder with the arrest report and photos had also vanished. Perhaps the red haired beauty had only been a fiction of their drug deluded minds, but they had all decided that things weren't ever likely to be the same in court after this. [Author's Note: Ok, the above Night Court scene is a bit cheesy. When I was casting around for justice related scenes to use for this chapter, Night Court came to mind. It was one of my favourite sitcoms of all time and who wouldn't want to see Markie Post naked? The show was always full of double entendres and sexual suggestiveness such as Dan commenting about a date of his and how she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, that it seemed to be a natural. For the record, I sure as heck don't own any rights to Night Court and remember this is just a parody. On a more serious note, R.I.P. Harry Anderson, you gave me a lot of laughs.] * * * Sonja found herself falling through blckness. At first, she thought she had returned somehow to the void that lay beyond Earth that she had visited on one of her previous adventures, but there were no stars here, only total blacknesss. After a while, however, she made out something glowing faintly yellow far below her. As she got nearer, the yellow glow resolved into circles of different sizes, joined by faint yellow threads. As she fell further, the circles grew larger until she realized some were as large as a palace or a medium sized town and the yellow threads were now pathways joining them together in a complex web. Just when Sonja realized she was falling straight towards one of the medium sized platforms, and wondering how she could possibly survive the impact, her speed slowed and she touched down lightly in the middle of the empty disc. [Author's Note: Red Sonja made a trip into space in Red Sonja in Hells Part 8 Space Hell, available where all good smut is found.] From what Sonja could tell, the surface she was standing on was no thicker than the wall of a tent and she expected it to swing and sway like she was walking on a trampoline, but instead it felt as firm as solid rock under her booted feet. Looking around, she saw there were four paths leading off from this disc at roughly the four cardinal points of a compass. The problem was that she could see a couple dozen of the snake men approaching along each of the paths. Sonja briefly considered picking one of the paths and forcing her way through one of the groups rather than waiting for them all to converge on her, but decided to wait for a couple of reasons. The first was that she had spent the requisite twelve hours since last using the necklace to open up a portal on the three visions she had been subjected to which meant she should be able to bug out of here any time she chose. The second reason for her decision to wait was that one of the groups was lead by a man dressed entirely in black, including a black hooded mask over his face and beside him was a woman dressed in a long, flowing red robe. While the snake men were probably expendable flunkies, these two individuals might possess some of the information that she had been sent to gather. Three of the approaching groups stopped at the entrance to the disk Sonja was standing on as if content in guarding against her escape, while the fourth containing the black clad man and the red robed woman proceeded onto the disk and stood facing Sonja. "You have become a nuisance to my plans," said the black clad man. "I have decided that such interference ends now and with your death if necessary." "I have no idea who you are or what your plans are," returned Sonja. "I only became involved when someone began attacking the acolytes of my goddess's sister." "Acolytes?" sneered the man. "You mean whores, the sluts who sell their bodies to men for money. Clitoria is a goddess of whores and a whore herself." Sonja shrugged. "You call women who often have no other option than to sell their bodies sluts, but attach no blame to the men who purchase their affections and often abuse them. I guess that makes you the god of hypocrisy does it?" "I am the one who was wronged!" roared the man. "I am the one who was denied his rightful place in the heavens and now I intend to rectify that insult." "Jeez, let me check in my supplies for a handkerchief for you to cry into," sneered Sonja. "I think I have a few fine lace ones I stole from an overwrought princess who didn't think the sheets on her bed were soft enough for her delicate skin." "You dare mock Serpentarius?" roared the man and in his anger, forgot any desire to remain anonymous as he ripped off his concealing hood. His features, like those of his minions, were snake like. He was, however, much larger and more powerful looking and his scales were a crimson red instead of green. His eyes were black pits and a black, forked tongue flickered in and out of needle sharp teeth. "Who?" asked Sonja staring at him blankly for a moment. "Am I supposed to have heard of you?" "Ask this bitch who I am," snarled Serpentarius and he pushed the red robed woman forward. She stumbled and then caught her balance before she could fall and only then did Sonja notice the white cane she carried in her right hand. The woman pulled her hood back to reveal a long main of pure white hair, though not the white of old age. When Sonja looked at her eyes, they were a milky white with none of the normal eye structures visible. Other than her hair and eyes, however, she had a strong similarity in her features to the goddess Astrea, now known as Virgo that Sonja had just met. "I am indeed a sister of Astrea," said the woman as if reading Sonja's thoughts. "Or perhaps we are different aspects of the one person, but I doubt there is need of that complicated theological discussion at the moment. For now, I am Dike, goddess of Justice and member of the order of the Zodiac as Libra." While the woman looked in Sonja's general direction, the warrior realized Libra could not actually see her. "You are blind!" blurted Sonja looking from the woman's eyes to her cane and then blushing as she realized how stupid and insensitive her question was. Sacking cities as a mercenary didn't always give you much in the way of social graces she thought belatedly. "I am not offended," replied Libra with a smile. "A disability is not the person or a sign of immorality afterall. Besides, have you not often heard that Justice is blind?" "Not just heard, but encountered it more than a few times," replied Sonja thinking of her first two visions with the King and the Magistrate. "This is your realm then?" "No," replied Libra. "Justice does not exist in a place, but in people. This land you see around you is called Limbo and it is where I abide temporarily whilst I await the call of those who beckon to me." While getting tired of asking questions like some less than bright schoolgirl, Sonja nevertheless pushed on. "And what can you tell me about tall, red and ugly over there?" she asked, gesturing at the glaring Serpentarius. "He is one who aspired to our order, but was not chosen," replied Libra. "I was cheated out of my rightful position," roared Serpentarius. "I was passed over while soft fools like Cancer were chosen. I fear now though that you will find it most difficult to put him back together." "There could not be thirteen in the Zodiac," returned Libra. "Can you have more than three sides in a triangle? If so, it is no longer a triangle. Can you hve more than six faces on a cube? If so, then it is no longer a cube. The Zodiak were chosen by Nyx, goddess of night who preceded even the Olympians and the Titans before them. It is utter maddness to think you can overturn her work." "There is a new order rising that will sweep away all such foolish rules," sneered Serpentarius. "A tital wave is coming that will topple the Zodiac and the Olympians and any other being who stands in our way. The lands of the mortals will become our plaything and all shall bow before us." "That seems awfully ambitious for one guy with a few hundred of your snake men minions," replied Sonja. "If the 'we' you are talking about includes that moron Leonis then you are in big trouble." "He is only one of my allies and among the least," sneered Serpentarius. "There are other, much more powerful allies that you have not yet met. I shall have justice or I will have destruction." Libra turned towards Serpentarius and there now seemed to be a gleam in her sightless eyes. "Ah, you have called for justice and invoked my name and my power. Very well, let us consider this plea of yours." From a pocket in her robe, Libra drew forth a small scale that seemed to grow in size as she held it. As Sonja watched, a small figure, identical to Serpentarius, appeared on one of the pans of the scale. The scale swung back and forth and the pan containing the representation of Serpentarius moved upwards even though there was nothing to balance it on the other pan. "There is no justice in your claim," announced Libra looking at Serpentarius. "Parlour tricks," sneered Serpentarius. "The scales cannot lie," countered Libra. "Then I care not for your justice," sneered Serpentarius. "I will make my own justice with force." Libra shook her head. "You can make laws with force, but never justice. I urge you to abandon your plans now, for if you do not then I foresee that we will meet again at the end of this and then you shalll know justice and not like it." "I thought that asshole Apollo and his creature at Delphi were in charge of telling the future," replied Serpentarius. "No matter, we will not meet again as both you and the red haired mortal whore will die now." At this, he gestured to the snake men who began to advance on the two women, bearing a variety of weapons from swords to knives to axes. Sonja's sword was instantly in her hand and she was ready to fight, but Libra put a hand on her shoulder. "There are more pieces of this puzzle yet to be discovered. Go now on your way and have no concern about me. Justice cannot be killed, it can merely be thwarted for a short time by small minded fools." Sonja looked at Libra doubtfully, but the woman simply tapped her cane on the ground and vanished. Serpentarius gave a roar of anger and the snake men looked around in confusion. "There are none so blind as they who cannot see," said a mocking female voice and when all eyes turned to look for the source, Libra was visible several disks away waving her cane at them. The nearest group of snake men gave a cry and began to rush along the pathways towards her, but Libra only laughed and vanished with another tap of her cane. Sonja smiled and touched her necklace to open a portal to the next realm of the Zodiac. At least I now have a name for my enemy she thought, or at least another one of them she corrected herself as she stepped through the portal while confusion still reigned behind her. End of Part Eight