Barbarian Conquest Part Three
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‘We will make history as the first in depth field work on Spika Five. Not many barbarian cultures are as much of an enigma.’
‘Mark, I know you look the part but there is too much about that planet’s customs we do not know.’
‘Which is why exploratory field work is a necessity, Doctor Baines!’
‘They don’t take well to outsiders. If you are not successful in blending in, they will kill you. If you are dead, no data makes it back to earth. You DO realize that you will have to go in on your own? After what happened on Barnard’s Star Six, this university is not likely to sponsor an official field trip,’
‘I realize that, Doctor, Baines but the data we come home with will be so rich that the university will have a treasure trove the envy of every university in this hemisphere.’
‘We?’
‘Yes I will be traveling with Amy Landis. She excels at writing. We can also look out for each other.’
‘Hold on. You are taking a woman to Spika Five?’
‘Of course! If we don’t get the female perspective our job will only be half done.’
‘Mark, you DO realize that taking women to that planet borders on foolhardy.’
‘Amy is fully aware of the dangers.’
‘Yes,’ replied an increasingly exasperated Doctor Baines, ‘the dangers we know about. The Spikans are very secretive.’
‘Which is WHY we have to study them!’
The elder man threw up his hands, ‘Mark, I see that your mind is made up. Field work like you want to do should best be done by those who have a bit more maturity, experience, and dare I say. a bit more tact. You are very gifted at field work Samuels. In some ways you are the best student I ever had. I am afraid that you are biting off more than you can chew. Why don’t you wait about five years or so? Do a preliminary study on a less hostile world. Work up to Spika Five.’
‘And get beaten to the punch by those jokers at Stanford or Harvard? Not a chance!’
The elder man emitted a heavy sigh and said, ‘How well do you know Amy? Spika Five is going to generate some very close living conditions and a loss of most of your privacy.’
‘Amy and I are not a couple, if that is what you are asking. To be honest, she is a bit to strident and independent for my tastes but she is fully committed to the project.’
‘I take it that she will at least wear the collar of obedience and will show proper deference to you while you are in the field?’ asked the professor, aghast.
‘Well no. We know that not all women are collared on Spika Five. An anyway, Amy’s not the sort of woman to humble herself before a man.’
The professor, gasped even louder and said, ‘Then she is completely wrong for the assignment! Mark, I must protest this idea with as much vehemence as I can generate. Neither of you understands the seriousness of the dangers you face.’
The tall graduates student rose on his heels, accentuating his height as he stood next to his professor.
‘Look, Doctor, Baines. Amy and I are committed to our project. I had come to seek your blessing but with summer upon us, we can spend almost three full months in the field whether you approve of our trip or not. Amy and I have already bought our tickets and we already sent the supplies we need to the embassy. Both of us are more than ready to do an outstanding job.’
Professor Baines ran his hands through his graying hair, thought for a long time, and finally said,
‘I suppose there is nothing that I can do to convince you to cancel or at least delay your trip. Since you are bound and determined to go, let me fill you in with the latest that we know about Spika Five and about how your reports should be filed.’
Several hours later the middle aged professor sat down for coffee with his students. At Doctor Baines’s insistence, Mark Samuels had called Amy Landis so that she could be present for his instructions as well. The professor took a look at his two headstrong proteges. Mark Samuels was tall, 188 centimeters, he was well muscled from constant exercise. His full head of curly brown hair was envied by many men. Mark’s skin had a healthy tan from lots of time in the sun. Baines, who tended to paunchy greatly admired his student’s physique. ‘On that planet of barbarians, he will blend in perfectly.’ The professor thought to himself.
He was more concerned about Amy Landis. He remembered her from some of his lectures but she was really the protege of one of professor Baines’ colleagues. Despite her severe, dowdy attire, it was very clear that she was quite well built and very pretty. Rather petite, her large green eyes were probably her best feature. Either that or her flowing red hair and peaches and cream complexion. Such a woman was very much desired on earth and would attract much attention from the barbarians. It was she that Virgil Baines was most concerned about. He had little doubt that Mark could take care of himself, but if they were to become separated from each other … Every scenario, Baines imagined in that event was quite ugly. Doctor Baines decided to emphasize the dangers she faced.
‘Amy, you may think me old fashioned but I have grave reservations about you traveling to Spika Five. While Mark may be able to defend himself, if the two of you were to be separated you could find yourself at the mercy of some rather large and quite hormonal men.’
Amy met her professor’s intense stare with one of her own. ‘I am not afraid of any man, Doctor Baines. Even without Mark, I can take care of myself. I may be small but I have taken courses in self-defense. Besides, if we do not get the female perspective the job is only half done.’
‘Be that as it may, Amy. It would still be extremely wise for you to wear the collar and defer to Mark.’
Amy looked indignant as she replied,
‘My parents didn’t raise me to be deferential to ANY man. I am traveling with Mark because it is next to impossible for me to travel on my own. Besides, Mark and I are going as observers, we do not intend to do enough mingling with the locals to cause much of a stir. I will be traveling as a female shaman. Women such as those are not collared on Spika Five, so my not wearing one will be immaterial.’
Over the next several weeks, Professor Baines continued to try and deter the young people, but he knew that he was fighting a losing battle. On the bright side, they seemed to listen to his instruction and took copious notes which they later both committed to memory. Even though Virgil Baines grew queasy whenever he pictured the duo on Spika Five, he felt that he had prepared them as much as humanly possible. Still, he was not able to shake his nagging doubts as he accompanied them to the local spaceport. With a heavy heart he watched the silver ship vanish into the heavens and wondered if he would see either of the headstrong young people again.
Because they would be living together on Spika Five, and because it saved on ticket prices, Amy and Mark shared a small cabin on the outward journey. Mark had his first inklings of regret while trying to live with Amy. The petite redheaded woman and the tall brown haired young man did not mesh well. Even simple requests from Mark turned Amy cross and full of sass. She accused Mark of all sorts of male chauvinist crimes. She objected to Mark’s occasional but very necessary nudity. Amy on the other hand, did not expose a millimeter of skin. Mark wondered how Amy would cope in scanty skirts and tight tops all women on Spika Five wore. True female shaman wore a good deal more but still … Seemingly the only concession she made for the outward trip was agreeing to share the small bed with Mark.
Amy dressed in voluminous clothing when the two shared the bed. If Mark wrapped himself tightly about Amy during the night, she would kick and slap him until his grip loosened. Mark spent the majority of his time on the lounge watching the stars roll past.
One of those times in the lounge Mark was greeted by a familiar f
ace. An older retired man who was a part time astronomer, spent nearly as much time in the lounge as Mark. The two often fell into casual conversation.
‘What’s wrong, Mark? Women problems again?’ Asked the pleasant, retired man.
The day had been especially trying and Mark flashed a brief grin and nodded his head.
‘It’s a real shame that your honeymoon is off to such a bad start. I’ve seen your missus, she’s quite the peach. If I were you I’d be doing everything I could to make her happy..’
Mark did not feel like launching a detailed explanation of the mission that awaited himself and Amy so he simply replied,
‘I just don’t get Amy. I’m not a bad guy, other women like me, but she seems to think I’m an ogre. NOTHING I do is right, from the way I sleep to the way I chew my food.’
‘How’s the sex, young man?’
Mark’s silence caused an expression of sympathy to dart across the older man’s face.
‘I see. Well, I may be stepping out of bounds here, but it seems to me that the more fucking a couple does, the less fighting they do. If you ask me, you should be making love to that woman, not sitting out here with an old man watching the stars appear and disappear on the viewing screen.’
‘It isn’t that…’ began Mark in reply.
‘Fine, I’ll shut up. But whatever the problem is between the two of you, you need to iron it out and fast.’
Mark fell silent and at last the old man took the hint and left the lounge. A short time later Mark made his way back to the tiny cabin. He did not knock on the door. Amy was sitting, watching a drama on the screen above the door. Mark saw Amy’s smiling face and he could scarcely believe how beautiful she was when not frowning. Mark knew that Amy was a man hater, but he never imagined just how frosty their relationship would become. ‘We need to trust each other if we are going to have a successful field trip.’ thought Mark, but Amy’s hatred, made it difficult for him to even converse with her.
Amy spied Mark in the open door and her face instantly became its familiar mask of hostility. ‘Oh. You are back. If you want you can watch the program with me but stay on your side of the bed and keep your comments to a minimum.’
After the show ended, Mark ventured a question. ‘Why do you hate me Amy?’
‘I don’t hate you Mark, I just resent your presence. You take up all the space in the cabin, are very male in your habits and are extremely loud. If I could do this trip alone I would. I resent the patriarchal system of worlds like Spika Five. I resent that the barbarians of that world enslave their women and think only of the lusts of their own flesh. I want to tell the story of these objectified and captive women. They should be a shining reminder to ALL of the inhabited worlds of just how far women have come and how far they still have to go. If there is any sign of dissension among the women of Spika Five, I am going to flame it. I want to turn it into the fires of rebellion,’
‘Amy we are just supposed to go and observe, not meddle.’
‘Promoting woman’s autonomy is NEVER meddling, Mark. You look just like the barbarians of that world and you think just like them as well!’
‘That’s not fair, Amy!’ replied Mark vehemently
‘Perhaps not, but it IS accurate. When we get to Spika Five you will be ogling the women just like the Neanderthals that live there! You’ll want to go native and experience them in EVERY way and that disgusts me! Believe it or not, I don’t hate you Mark. I just find you far too male for my tastes. When I am interested in a man he lets me lead and asks for nothing that I do not want to give. I believe in female superiority and any man who I deign to allow into my life will also believe in my natural superiority without question. You, on the other hand, are not fit to catch so much as whiff of my panties!’
Mark’s mouth fell open in mixture of shame and rage. He sat many moments gazing at Amy, his emotions flowing like a rapid tide.
‘Close your mouth and come to bed, Mark. We make landfall tomorrow and both of us should be as rested as we can be.’ said Amy as she chuckled to herself over Mark’s discomfort.
At the remote embassy Mark came very close to calling off the venture. But the rage that it would inspire in Amy if he backed out now was one of the most terrifying images Mark’s mind had ever conceived. He bit his tongue and went about loading the wagon behind the beast of burden. Offworlders called them Rocs but the locals called them Manta. They were the bipedal avian, the natives used them for everything from clothing to food and bedding.
Mark was amazed at how comfortable the trunks, made from the skin of the same beast, that he now wore, were. The warm blue sun cast a pinkish hue on everything. Mark adjusted the rest of his clothing, what there was of it. About his neck he wore a loose red scarf that signified a male warrior of age. About his waist he wore a broad leather belt with a dagger and a large broadsword dangling from it. Upon his feet, reed sandals.
He knew how Amy would be attired, still her appearance was a shock. Her nice sized bust was wrapped lovingly in the tight Manta skin. Mark could discern the outline of Amy’s fine nipples through the fabric. The leather skirt Amy wore ended mid thigh. About her head, masking most of her face, Amy wore the loose blue cloth denoting her as a priestess. On Amy’s arms were various talismans befitting her rank as a shaman. Most disappointing to Mark, Amy next donned the wooden shaman, ‘cloak’ that looked something like a chest protector from some earth sport, it hid all but the arms and neck of Amy’s alluring form from view.
‘Very good, Mark, you kept your tongue in your mouth and your ogling to a minimum.’ Amy mounted the small wagon and pointed off towards the west. ‘Now let’s get started, the trek lanes are off in this direction.’
Angry, that Amy was taking the leadership role but with no other option, he compelled the beast forward. Mark could not help but notice how absolutely perfect Amy’s legs were as she sat next to him. ‘What a shame that she keeps such a fine body hidden all the time.’ thought Mark to himself. The two rode in silence for a while before Amy began chatting once more,
‘This trail forks in about five kilometers. We follow the left fork until we reach Asean, where the pilgrims are assembling. We will travel with them to the idol of Samduk. As part of a small group we can travel and make in depth studies.’
‘Yes Master.’ Mark replied obediently.
‘Don’t be glib, Mark. It doesn’t suit your personality.’
With the conversation expired, Mark gazed at the passing landscape. Spika Five was a quite beautiful world. Greenery covered much of the land broken up by occasional wide meadows. Wildflowers were in bloom and a few pink clouds scampered across the sky. Mark listened with an ear towards the forest. A dangerous beast, reminiscent of an earth bear, was known to patrol remote areas such as this. Proper reaction was to spur the Manta into flight but if stumbled upon too quickly, Mark might have to dispatch it with his sword. He hoped he was up to the task.
Before long, Amy and Mark’s wagon met up with those of other pilgrims. Not even three dimensional projections could do justice to the beauty of the women of this planet. Never before had Mark seen so many enticing breasts and exquisitely turned legs. On earth, even the least attractive of them could be some of the most successful models on the planet. Surprisingly, Amy did not overly stand out. She was shorter than most, but was equally photogenic.
To Mark’s utter delight, the rolling motion of the wagons transmitted a delightful tremor through all of the female breasts. Out of the corner of his eye, Mark looked with supreme disgust at Amy’s immobile wooden cloak. He would give just about anything to see her fine chest vibrating with the steady motion of the wagon.
Every other woman they spied was wearing a thic
k leather collar. Both Mark and Amy knew that the collars represented ownership and submission. Not much was known to outsiders about the life of women in the collar. Solving those mysteries were paramount on the mind of Amy and Mark. The did know that on Spika Five women came to covet their collars. Male warriors exchanged their women at communal gatherings. If a woman did not please her man properly, her warrior would remove her collar leaving her at the mercy of the elements. If another warrior did not choose to re-collar her and take her on, the woman could starve to death or be eaten by the ursine like beasts. Mark recalled the continual scowl Amy wore as professor Baines explained what was known of the intricacies of the collar.
‘I’d rather die than submit myself to such an indignity.’ Amy had confided to Mark in one of their only deep conversations. While Mark knew that Amy’s work would assist both of them, part of him wished that he were alone on this world and free to collar a woman of his own and then exchange her with the local men and enjoy every aspect of being a warrior on this world until he was completely sated. Mark could not help but notice that many of the women he passed gave him an appreciative eye. Amy they eyed with curiosity and something that appeared to be respect. For many kilometers the two rode under the hot sun. Mark tried to strike up a conversation but Amy cut him short.
‘Mark, we have nothing in common other than a desire to do excellent field work on this planet. Until I have need of your admittedly superior skills, kindly be silent.’
Mark refrained from his desire to give Amy the slap she so richly deserved and tried to force the anger from his mind as he guided the beast along the well trod trail.
At a watering hole, Mark steered the wagon to the river bank so that their thirsty beast could refresh itself. A group of women were preparing to cook a meal. They eyed Amy and one approached the wagon.
‘Sister,’ she began, ‘The hunting has been uniformly poor and not all shall eat. Can you call down a prayer, to bless the hunt?’
Amy turned to face Mark her eyes shining. Behind the headscarf, Mark was sure that she was beaming ear to ear as she said, ‘Watch me work magic with the locals.’ Daintily, she dismounted the wagon and vanished into the nearby circle of women.
Hungrily, Mark eyed the lovely females. Aside from their beauty they possessed a uncomplicated air that was refreshing. As he watched them, it was clear that they placed their owner’s needs above their own. Not a one of them appeared unhappy with or seemed coerced into their existence. The men also looked uniformly content. Truly, Mark thought, civilization, for all of its pluses, certainly had some major negatives.
The sounds of yelling brought Mark out of his reverie.
‘Witch!’
‘Fraud!’
‘Blasphemer!’
‘Despoiler of the Goddess!’
Mark quickly deduced that the anger was coming from the knot of women encircling Amy. He heard Amy’s suddenly elevated voice pleading a desperate defense of herself. Rather than listen to her an even louder voice said, ‘Strike the witch down!’
The enraged crowd tore at Amy’s wooden cloak and many of the baubles on her arms scattered to the four winds. Someone threw a stone in Amy’s direction and the scrum of women all bent to seek out more rocks. Mark knew exactly what would happen next. Seizing an opportunity that he knew would come only once, Mark sped the wagon to where Amy knelt, panic stricken, and pulled to a stop next to her. Amy was able to mount the wagon and Mark pulled away just as one member of the wild crowd tugged off Amy’s headscarf, Amy hid her face and held fast to Mark as he sped down the trail as quickly as he could drive the beast. It was after dark before he felt it safe to stop. Only then did he begin to ask questions.
‘What did you do?’
‘I tried to inform those wretches that the goddess was punishing their men because they sought too much control of their women.’
‘Are you nuts! You can’t undo centuries of belief just because it makes you uncomfortable. Now we are both in a pickle. Every warrior and every woman in the area is going to be on the lookout for you. It is a good thing they did not get a good view of your face. Still, the fact that you are not collared will give you away. If we try to return to the embassy, the fact that we are traveling in the wrong direction will arouse suspicion. We can’t go forward because without your shaman attire, someone will challenge me for ownership of you. These people, as backward as you view them, have definite opinions as to how things should be. You blasphemed their goddess, the ONLY way for you to atone for that sin is with your life! We are screwed Amy. We can’t go home without alerting everyone to who you are. We can’t stay here because the pilgrims will catch up to us and we can’t go forward.’
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