Princess of the Red Temple

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Episode 623 - The Princess of the Red Temple
by Jesterr
Posted: April 25, 2008

The powerful tarn approached the ground with all the grace of a feathered brick. Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, fought to control the screaming beast. Why did it fight? Did it not know he was a Warrior of Gor? Master of the skies? Also Master of wenches and stuff like that.

But still the tarn continued to fight. It continued to scream. And it continued to get blood all over everything. Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, was able to ride out the worst the beast could do. The twin swords on Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor’s, back dug in to help him maintain his seat.

The great bird's death spiral drew Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, ever closer to his Target. The Red Temple. Yes, the Red Temple. Its very name would chill the blood of a lesser man, but Warriors of Gor did not know the meaning of the word fear.

They weren’t too clear on words like temperance, logic, talent or hygiene either.

Especially hygiene.

They were also unaware of prostate, labia, uterus... oh hell, they have an extremely limited vocabulary... mostly they point.

The tarn slammed into the ground, raising a cloud of red dust, but not injuring Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor. Like most Warriors of Gor, he had a very thick head. Few people could be found who would argue with this.

Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, looked with disgust at the dead steed. Oh, well, like wenches, there were plenty more where this came from. But unlike wenches, tarns were expensive, and Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, only bought the best. After all, One good tarn deserves another. He would have to pay a visit to Honest Abdul’s Used Birdie Lot soon.

But for now, the Red Temple awaited. Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, would have preferred slipping into the temple in the dark, but he worked the night shift at the Arches of Gold. He had to earn his tarn money somehow.

There were two guards at the entrance. Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, knew he would need a disguise to slip past them. Fortunately, he saw that everything he would need was near at hand.

In a few minutes, he walked boldly past the unsuspecting guards.

"Tal Dudes"

"Yes, we are."

Once inside, he rubbed the mud off his upper lip. "Works every time," he said to himself quietly. Now to sneak in and... but what is this? A serving girl walked nearby. Her hair was the color of the sun as seen through the Crystal Mountains of Cheektowaga.

Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor’s, blood caught fire. He knew he had to make this wench his very own. He walked swiftly towards her and grabbed her lush body, pressing it against a post near the western wall. Using strips of leather, he bound her wrists behind the post.

"You Fool!" she hissed, "I’m a free woman!"

"Well, gee," thought Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, "I hadn’t planned on paying. Gotta save up to pay Abdul."

Once he had her securely bound, Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, admired his captive. Her body was full and wanton. (Feel free to make the joke, I’m on a break). Her lips were full and wanton too. She was ripe and willing. She had accepted Ko’Vadis as her Lord and Master. Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, could tell!

But before he could figure out what he should do next, he saw another serving girl. This one had hair as black as the sky at midnight above the Crystal Mountains of Cheektowaga. His blood was burning anew. She would be his!

He grabbed her and bound her to a post by the eastern wall of the temple. Her body was fuller, but not as wanton. Her lips were more wanton, but not as full. Decisions, decisions. Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, would have flipped a coin, if he had had one.

But then he saw her! Her hair was as golden as the wheat fields which flourish near the Crystal Mountains of Cheektowaga. Her body was the fullest! And the most wanton! Her lips were pretty fucking good, too!

He bound her to a pole near the northern wall. Yes, she was the one.

But then...

He saw...

HER!

Her hair was as brown as... as brown as... as... as brown as something REALLY brown at the Crystal Mountains of Cheektowaga. She was the wantonest, the fullest, the ripest and the most willing. She spoke, so softly, so tenderly...

"What is this 'wrong time of month'?????" Ko'Vadis, Warrior of Gor asked.

Ko’Vadis, Warrior of Gor, ran from the Red Temple, screaming "Ick, ick, ick!"

But he did it in a manly manner!

Be sure to watch for

Episode 624

The Princess of the BLUE Temple!

THE END

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