On Another World Ch. 01

The two saw one another, hesitated then smiled hugely. Qij-jah set the box on the table and they fairly ran to each other. They stopped mere inches apart, placed their hands on one another's shoulders and touched foreheads. Their eyes became a light golden brown as tears ran down both their cheeks

I looked at Gilliam and in mild sarcasm, I said, "Let me guess, happy, right?"

"Well, they've not seen one another in a very long time, Qoo-jan siblings are always very close, especially these two. They've been separated since just before Qij-jah started her training."

After a short time, the girls kissed and embraced one another. "Sweet sister, Qaj-jah...It is oh, so good to see thee once again." Qij-jah said. "I have missed thee so much."

"I too have missed thee and I am so happy and proud to be with thee again. Especially on the night of thy binding." Qaj-jah told her sibling.

"Yes, he hast accepted me." Qij-jah was practically bubbling with happiness and excitement. She looked at me smiling brightly. Then the girls walked to the table, Qaj-jah picked up the box and moved across the room to a smaller narrow low table that I had not noticed before. The low table was situated in front of an extremely large fireplace with a small fire burning. There were two large cushions next to the table.

Qij-jah knelt on one of the cushions, looked at me then nodded her head at the other cushion. I knew without being told what to do next. I walked to the low table and knelt on the second cushion facing her. Our knees were very close, but not quite touching.

Qaj-jah opened the ornate box and swung the lid away showing what was inside. It was a slave bracelet. I saw that Qaj-jah was wearing one almost identical to it. The bracelet looked heavy and had small chain that stared at one side of it, through a tiny loop in the ring and back to the other side of the bracelet. Yet, it also had a very feminine look to it.

Another cushion was brought by Qaj-jah, which was placed beside and between Qij-jah and me. Gilliam knelt on that one. He took the slave bracelet from the box. Still holding it, he offered the ring part of it to me. Next, he opened the bracelet. Then, I heard a slight 'snick' and felt a light movement within the ring. I look at it and saw four tiny sharp blades on the inside surface of it. I knew that by putting the ring on Qij-jah's finger I would be cutting her. I was briefly worried; I had no wish to hurt this girl. Then, common sense told me this was part of the ceremony, similar to the blood ceremonies conducted by some of my home world's cultures.

Gilliam leaned slightly toward me and whispered, "Repeat after me."

I gave him a quick nod.

"I, Sir Dee-Ess, accept thee Qij-jah as my bound slave with all privileges and responsibilities that come with this binding in accordance with Terranian laws." He whispered again.

I repeated the words exactly as he said them.

Qij-jah held out her right hand to me, the middle finger a little elevated above the others and said, "And I Qij-jah gladly and willingly accept this symbol of our binding. Mine body, mine spirit and soul are thine forevermore until life leaves my body." Her lips trembled slightly as she spoke.

Gilliam said to me, "Now, push the ring on to her finger as far as it will go, then put the bracelet on her wrist and close it...you must do this quickly."

With no hesitation, I shoved ring on. I could feel the small blades tearing into her flesh. Red blood welled up instantly. To her credit, she did not cry out, enduring her pain silently. A single tear ran slowly down her cheek. I recalled thinking; at least the color of her blood was normal. Then as quickly as I could, I slipped the bracelet over her wrist and closed it. Two things happened. The seam on the bracelet where it closed vanished as if it never existed. I heard another 'snick' and correctly assumed the blades in the ring retracted. The bleeding eased.

Without warning, Gilliam reached over and grasped my left hand and with a small needle like dagger sliced open the middle finger, then pushed her right hand into my left. I watched as her blood and mine swirled together and mixed as if it had a mind of its own. After a few seconds, it suddenly dried instantly, become a powder and floated away on an unseen air current into the nearby fire. I looked and my finger was healed leaving only a slight scar.

Next, Qij-jah took my right hand with her left and leaned forward touching her forehead to mine as she did earlier. Once again, my mind was flooded with her emotions. The same joy and happiness I felt before, only stronger. Other emotions came through as well. Just a touch of fear and apprehension...pleasure, and then all feelings were overpowered by love. I realized that Qij-jah loved me...deeply. More than that, she was deeplyin lovewith me. I wondered about this as we had met scarcely an hour ago. Lust and sexual need was there too. She pulled back a little, and then leaned in closer. Our lips met.

It was incredible! Her kiss was sweeter, more intimate and by far more overwhelming than any I experienced in my more than 50 years on Earth. I felt a warmth stirring in my groin and only common sense prevented me from taking her right then and there. Her face flushed a bright gold. My sudden need to ravage her body almost took over, but then I was saved by the proverbial bell....

"Ahem." Gilliam interrupted.

The kiss broken, I looked at him, "Yes?"

He looked at the girls. "Qaj-jah, take her to her Lord's sleeping chamber and prepare her." He commanded.

"Yes Master." Qaj-jah swiftly moved swiftly to Qij-jah's side, assisted her to her feet and led her away. Qij-jah glanced over her shoulder as she left. I could see longing in her eyes and could still feel her need until the door closed behind them.

Gilliam gave me a friendly smile, "Now all that is left is for you to consummate the binding. I would wait a few days though. It is yet another oddity of their species that the longer you wait after the ceremony, the stronger her bond to you will be. She does not yet know that though. Not more than a dozen cyclics though, as then the bond could be damaged. Remember that the binding is only consummated by normal intercourse. You may of course use her any other way until then." He smiled

"Gilliam...." I asked him, "...What was with the attitude when you first came in here. You were haughty and impatient. Among other things. And now...."

He frowned slightly and sighed. "I have had what you would call a bad day. Then you arrived here more than two cyclos (Terranian months) later than expected. But, you are here now. And, you may or may not have noticed that Qaj-jah has a calming effect on me. You will experience the same with her sister, believe me." You and I can count ourselves lucky. Siblings among the Qoo-jan are very rare indeed."

"What's this crap about me being 'The One'?" I asked him.

"Tomorrow...That's when your indoctrination recommences. I will start to answer your questions then." He got to his feet just as Qaj-jah returned.

She bowed to me, "Qij-jah awaits her master, my Lord." She said smiling softly. Then Gilliam and her departed my quarters.

I remained there on the cushion for a while thinking. It seemed that I was starting to remember some things. And much of what I began to remember made little or no sense to me.

I knew this.... I was on Terrania, the fifth planet of ten circling a blue-white star. The first of these was itself a star, a white dwarf. The main star was known on Earth, the planet of my origin as Sirius. Though why none of the bodies orbiting it save the white dwarf was known, I did not know. Or maybe I just did not remember yet. I was assuming, of course, that all the knowledge I would ever need had already been given to me, but much of it was some how temporarily lost.

Terrania was still in its medieval stage of development and had been for several thousand years. The culture not become stagnant, progress had simply slowed to a crawl. The inhabitants seemed to be quite happy with things the way they were. I had been brought here for a mission although what it was, I didn't remember or was not yet informed.

I was, apparently of the Warrior Class in what seemed to be a class or cast system. I assumed that some one or some thing thought that my talents in my previous existence might be useful. All I knew for sure is that I was completely pain free and felt like I was in the best shape ever.

Then there was another issue that was of some importance to me. What was I going to do with Qij-jah? It was clear that slavery was quite normal here, but I had no wish to participate. I only accepted in the beginning to appease her apparent desperation and was, to a point, glad I did after learning they she would have been killed had I rejected her. I wanted to know more about that as well. I could not begin to understand why a creature of such incredible beauty should ever be murdered. In a very short time, I had already become rather fond of her. Speaking of which, I got up and walked to my bedchamber.

I went in and was pleasantly surprised. Unlike the rest of my quarters, which were rather Spartan, the bedchamber was warmly decorated. There were some beautifully colored tapestries hanging on three of the walls. On the fourth was a huge fireplace virtually identical to the one in the other room. In front of the fire on an ornately decorated katana kake, a stand for holding weapons was the daisho, the two main swords used by the Samurai Warriors in Japan so many years ago on Earth. In the center of the chamber was what had to be the largest bed I had ever seen. I guessed it was nearly twenty feet long and nearly as wide. In the center of the bed, kneeling was a completely naked Qij-jah, except for her slave bracelet. She was staggeringly beautiful. Her firm round bottom was resting on her heels, her knees spread wide. I could see a small tuft of silky white hair just above the slit of her nether region. Her breasts, while not really very large, were in my mind, the perfect size...the perfect handful I had always joked during my previous life.

Her feelings were seeping through into my mind. The bonding had not actually made them stronger, but clearer. I could easily identify everything she felt. At the moment, I felt the happiness she did. Pure genuine happiness. Not at having her life spared, but just being alone with me. I could also feel anticipation and a very strong sexual need building in her. Even in my hormone enraged youth, I never felt such a need. Her level of arousal was nearly beyond my comprehension.

As I approached the bed, she crawled to the edge. My shaft was rapidly growing and hardening...her need becoming my own. At that moment, I want nothing more than to take and ravage her.

"Master?" She cooed at me, smiling. Her face filled with anticipation and hope and her eyes had turned a golden color. She rose up on her knees, put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

My mind was totally blown away! The kiss we had shared earlier was nothing compared to this one. It threatened to take my breath away. She momentarily broke the kiss. "Oh Master, how I love thee." She whispered, then resumed the kiss. Among the many emotions, I felt emanating from her, love was certainly there, so I had no reason to doubt her.

She reached around and untied a kind of string at the back of my tunic. It loosened and she gracefully pulled it up and over my head, removing it from me. And, I received my umpteenth surprise of the evening.

My body was bronzed as if I had spent years in the sun. And far more muscled than I could ever remember. It was not overly bulky like the body builders of my memory, but very powerful looking. There was a tattoo on my chest over my heart that wasn't there before. It was the two Japanese swords, the daisho crossed in intricate detail in red. By far, the most meticulous design I'd ever seen.

Qij-jah moved closer to me, caressing my chest and rubbing her pelvis against me. With her free hand, she reached down and began to knead my rock hard cock through my trousers. In an excited, trembling voice, I heard her whisper, "Oh Master!"

Images started to flash in my mind...images of Qij-jah and me, both naked and making love. There were images of her on her back with me thrusting my cock savagely into her...her clutching at my body and mewling with pleasure. It was as if I were seeing these images with my eyes. They seemed so real it was a bit spooky. The odd part was that the images seemed to be of us from her perspective, as thought looking trough her eyes. I shook my head to clear it. She must have noticed my brief confusion.

"Master? Thou canst see it." She asked incredulously happy.

"See what? The images of us?" I asked her.

Clearly stunned, she asked, "Thou canst really see them, Master?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I can see them, but damned if I can understand it."

She threw her arms around my neck again and hugged me tightly. "Oh Master, we are blessed be the Deities! I can see it too."

Then that memory came to me. Apparently, it is referred to as the Vision. To a limited degree, aside from feeling her emotions, I could 'see' her desires. I could actually see through her 'mind's eye.' This was very rare on Terrania. Only one in several thousand men seemed to have this gift with their chosen woman.... But, why her and I? And she could see it too? This is even rarer. Something on the order of a millions to one. All of this was confusing. I started to feel like I was like living in a live sci-fi movie.

"I don't...." I started to say.

A light rustling noise interrupted us. There immerging from behind a curtain by the balcony, was a man. He was wearing black boots and tight black pants of some unknown material. He was shirtless. On his chest, was a tattoo of crossed daggers. He smiled evilly at us.

Qij-jah jumped to her feet still on the bed shielding my body with her own. She hissed at him like a great cat. Her month wide open, I noticed something different about her blinding white teeth. Her canines were a good half inch longer than the others giving her a very vampire-like appearance. Reaching back, she put a hand on my shoulder so she could know my exact location. She kept herself between the stranger and me.

This was an assassin! Although I had no idea how I knew that, I just did. And here, I had been led to believe that my arrival on Terrania was a closely guarded secret. Perhaps not.

He chuckled grimly and produced a long throwing dagger in his right hand. He then shook his head and in sarcastically sad voice said, "What a terrible waste of a good female." He raised the dagger to throw it. She was the target, not me! I grabbed her by the arm and jerked.

Being new here on Terrania, in an apparently new body, it seemed I severely underestimated my speed and strength. Because, an instant later, Qij-jah hit the floor a good ten feet behind me collapsing, and slid, hitting a heavy chair headfirst and was still. The dagger missed both us by no more than an inch.

The assassin started to come around the bed, apparently intent on completing his mission. He had all but ignored me til now. I hit him.

The blow took him by surprise. He went down in a heap, but quickly scrambled back to his feet. "Do not interfere warrior." He said to me. "I have no quarrel with you."

"If you intend to harm Qij-jah, we have a quarrel." I told him.

"She is nothing more than a slave."

"Perhaps, but she ismyslave." I hit him again, harder.

The punch staggered him for a moment, just a brief moment. With surprising nimbleness, he leapt and tried to kick me in the head.

I saw it coming and blocked it as though he was moving in slow motion. I gave him a straight punch to the center of his chest and knocked him back several feet, onto the balcony. A flash of concern crossed his face. He pulled out another dagger and made ready to throw it.

With growing anger, I leaped at him, kicking him high on his chest, just below his throat. He stumbled backward in a vain attempted to regain his balance. Across the balcony he went. Then, his legs struck the railing. A flash of real fear covered his face, and then he went over.

A loud piercing screw cut through the night air. I ran to the railing and watched him fall, end over end, arms and legs flailing. I can only guess that he ran out of air in his lungs while falling. There was a pause and a second scream started. Then it stopped abruptly and there was a red smear way down there near the bottom that marked the end of the assassin. Another apparent gift of this new life on a new world, I see it all clearly. It looked as if his body exploded. Bloody chucks and pieces all over. The assassin that had come there to murder Qij-jah...my Qij-jah! I turned and ran back inside.

Just as I got to Qij-jah's side, two guards burst into the room. They were dressed in tunics identical to mine though they also had on chain mail and open-faced helmets. They were armed with halberds. "M'lord?" they both said as one.

I picked up Qij-jah and carried her to the bed. I began to realize my newfound strength. She weighed practically nothing to me, little more than a newborn. As I lay her down, Gilliam and Qaj-jah hurried into the room. They looked at me questioningly.

"Assassin!" I said.

Qaj-jah shrieked and ran to her sister's side, weeping.

"She's not seriously hurt, Qaj-jah." I told her. "Just a bump on the head from my overzealous attempt to protect her."

"Where is he?" Snapped Gilliam at the guards.

The guards, not having seen what happened, bowed low to Gilliam. "We do not know M'lord; we only just got here ourselves."

"Dead." I said, "I killed him."

With a look of confusion, Gilliam asked, "Where's the body?"

"Out there..." I pointed to the balcony, "I knocked him over the railing and he fell." Gilliam stalked off to look.

I heard a soft noise behind me. I turned and found Qaj-jah bowing gracefully to me. "My Lord, mine sister will be fine with some rest. Thou art uninjured?" She continued after a nod from me, them frowned uncertainly at me, and then said. "She is here to serve and to protect thee my Lord, not thou her. Dost thou not know this?

"She was the assassin's target, not me. I could not, would not allow her to be killed."

"What?" She asked, baffled. Then asked, "Forgive me, My Lord. Thou art certain he is dead?"

I gently took her by the arm and led her to the balcony railing. I pointed down. "That's what's left of him down there."

A savage look crossed her face and she hissed much like Qij-jah had earlier. She turned to me, bowed more deeply and gracefully to me, "I am in thy debt, My Lord. I must thank thee for mine sister's life." She paused a moment. "I can fetch thee another girl to see to thy needs if thou would like, or if thou commands it, I will remain here with thee." She said suggestively. She bowed yet again, even lower. It took a moment for me to realize what she meant. She was actually offering to have sex with me? I was beginning to think many of the folks around here were nuts.

"I think not." I snapped at her, barely keeping my temper in check.

Seeing her mistake, Qaj-jah fell again to her knees. "I beg your pardon, My Lord. I meant no offence. Our ways are not thine. I had thought thou hadst been told about our ways."

I thought a moment, and then said. "Qaj-jah, perhaps it is I who should ask your pardon. You could not have known of my ignorance of your customs. I offer my sincerest apologies."

"Nay, my Lord, thou mustn't." She remained on her knees but looked directly into my eyes. "Thou art a warrior; I am but a slave girl."

"Besides, are you not bound to Gilliam?" I asked her.

"Yes, My Lord, I am bound to He Who Leads, yet he is but a mage; thou art a warrior. By all laws and customs in Terrania, thou dost out-rank him. It is thy right." She smiled, "Also, my master has wives to see to his needs." She was, it seemed, beginning to get a bit flirtatious with me.