[Scribes Tale] Love Potion Number Nine - The Aftermath - 1
And, yet, there is still more...
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I paced.

I paced and paced and paced.

It had been nearly three days since Tamy and I had returned from ol'
Snapperhead's side of the Castle, but the experience still haunted me as
if it were repeating itself over and over in my head. The physical
wounds I had recieved from the ordeal were healing nicely, which I guess
I could look at as a plus, but inside - inside I was rotting away.

I could feel it; I could feel my insides churning visciously as if they
were eating away at themselves.

I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, I didn't even sit - unless someone popped
in to check on me. Three times a day a key would unlatch the lock on my
door and a strange face would enter in silence, generally a female, and
leave me a tray of food and drink. I never made an attempt to speak to
the strangers, but I made sure that I appeared normal and well rested
whenever they stopped by. Sarah had taken to checking in periodically as
well, but it was never the sound of the door being unlocked that signaled
her arrival - it was the sound of a soft tapping on the door followed by
her voice asking if it was all right for her to enter. Of course, I
never turned her away, and her visits were generally short, consisting of
a brief examination of my wounds and perhaps the drawing of a small
amount of blood. Whenever she was around, however, I made an extra
effort to appear as normal as possible. If she had noticed anything odd,
she hadn't mentioned it yet, and I was thankful for that.

I had come to the conclusion that I didn't want to talk about what was
eating at me anyway. It was bad enough that I couldn't seem to get the
whole ordeal out of my head - the idea of having to actually verbalize it
to anyone made me shudder.

So, for the most part, I simply paced, day and night, night and day,
until my body ached and started to feel numb. And, then, I just paced
some more - over the numbing aches.

I frowned as an abrupt cramping in my feet signaled that they were
starting to seriously protest my new little habit, but the pain of it
couldn't quite penetrate the haze of fear, anxiety, and raw anger that
coated my mind with stinging clarity - the haze that kept me pacing
whether my body liked it or not.

I hated Hagar. I hated Zarkon. I hated that stupid Drulean Guard named
Gahr and his jerk of a friend.

But, it wasn't just them that I hated.

I also hated Lotor.

It made my whole being shiver at the thought of the last words he spoke
to me:

"You will stay here, wench. Your temper is not welcome on this sojourn,
and neither is your help."

"Bastard." I muttered, my tone a seething hiss. "You left me there
*alone*, you son of a bitch." Again my tone was nothing but a heated
whisper. "And, my temper is what saved Tamy from yet one more brutal rape
at the hands of your father."

My chest tightened painfully and I fought back impending tears, abruptly
directing my anger where it probably truly belonged - at myself.

I hated myself. Above and beyond everyone else, I hated myself - for
getting mixed up in the whole stupid ordeal to begin with. If I would
have been a little smarter, a little faster, a little less of a hot-head,
none of this would have even happened.

But, it did happen, you idiot! A condeming voice abruptly spoke up from
within my head. It happened and *you* let it happen.

"Shut-up." I muttered, cracking my knuckles and continuing to move back
and forth over the floor like a caged animal just waiting for its next
unsuspecting victim.

This was either going to kill me, or drive me insane. Somehow I knew it
would eventually end up doing one or the other, and supposed that it
would just depend on which was the most expedient in its arrival. If it
hadn't have been for Tamy, I probably would have let the shock brought
about by the savage acts of both the Guards and Zarkon overwhelm me
permanently. But, I knew that Zarkon had her stashed away somewhere, and
I knew that I couldn't wimp out and leave her in the old bastard's hands
indefinitely. After all, I was partially responsible for her ending up
in his clutches in the first place.

But, now, now it was over. Tamy was safe, at least safe from the brutal
reality of his abuse. Even so, while I paced the floors late at night, I
could hear her screaming; blood chilling, terror induced screams of sheer
horror. She had cried out more times than I could count, and I knew she
was just as haunted as me, if not more so. At least, I did not have
nightmares, which I assumed she was suffering from based on the timing of
her screams. But, then again, I didn't sleep. Hell, I didn't even doze,
so how could I possibly suffer from nightmares?

I suddenly began to laugh, a harsh foreign sound that was laced with a
crazed bitterness. The force of it was so powerful that tears soon began
to stream down my cheeks, and I swiped at them absently, sucking in great
shuddering breaths in an attempt to quell the sudden freakish laughter.

It didn't help, however, and my muscles began to quiver in protest, my
pacing abruptly slowing until I simply stood motionless in the middle of
the room, my mouth agape and the strange, maniacal laughter ringing out
all around me.

Then, as suddenly as it had occured, the laughter died, and I was once
more surrounded by silence. I trembled and attempted to begin pacing
once more, but the nearly constant movement over the last three days had
finally eaten away at my muscles enough to convince them not to cooperate
with the commands of my mind.

I growled low in my throat and shuffled my way over to the far corner of
the room. I sat down hard, and tugged my knees up to my chest, wrapping
my arms about them tightly, and taking in the view of the entire room
from my huddled position.

Everything was in plain sight, nothing hidden - no secret panels could
pop open unexpectedly, no one could come through any of the windows or
doors without being seen. It was the perfect vantage point, and I had
scoped it out the first night I spent in the room, just in case something
should happen to prevent me from pacing. After all, as my father always
said, "Never forget the seven p's, proper prior planning prevents piss
poor performance.".

I didn't know how much time had passed from the moment I had sat down in
the corner until one of the panels began to creak open, but I knew it
couldn't have been too long.

I blinked rapidly several times to make sure I wasn't seeing things, then
attempted to rise from the floor - only to find that I couldn't. I was
stuck to the floor, as if glued there, my quivering muscles straining to
lift me, but failing miserably.

A wave of panic washed over me.

Moonie, get up! I told myself frantically. Get your ass off the floor and
go over there and stop whoever is trying to get in through that panel!

I struggled and grunted, pushed and clawed, but none of my attempts
seemed to be working - I still could not rise to my feet. Then, a shadow
began to reveal itself, and I trembled violently as images of past events
began to coat my senses.

Maybe it's Ram-O? I thought frantically. I mean if it hadn't have been
for him, and that strange Guard of Zarkon's, Lorgin, I would have really
been all alone. God knows, Lotor could have cared less about what
happened to me...

I broke the thought off, a hot tear racing down my cheek, and, again, I
attempted to rise up from the corner without success.

Please. let it be Ram-O, or Lorgin. I prayed silently. Please, please,
please...

Maybe it's just a dream, Moonie. A voice suddenly sneered at me from
within my head. Maybe it's one of those nightmares that you don't have,
Miss. Pacing the Floors Night and Day. Maybe, just maybe, you fell
asleep in the corner. Did you ever think about that? Maybe you are
sleeping right now, sleeping a dead sleep, one that you can't wake up
from...

Suddenly, the panel flew off the wall, exploding outward to slam into the
bed that sat silently across the room from me, followed shortly
thereafter by another. Then, shadows began to seep along the floor and
drift upward against the walls, writhing masses of undefined blackness
the seemed to lick and lap like seared flames.

I watched with wide eyes as yet another panel exploded outward, followed
by a fourth one, both releasing more slithering shadows. Then, with
shocking suddenness, I opened my mouth, and for the first time in days, I
screamed.
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Well, whatcha think? Is Moonie sleeping and having a nightmare, is she
awake and hallucinating, or is something really going on?
Feel free to torture, tease, and add on to this strange sojourn into my
insomniac addition to this tale...

Moonie - GOP (who thinks she really should go to bed, because she'll
probably regret sending this little crappy addition in the morning!)

Subj: STUPID YAHOO...anyway, this happened just before Tamy's post.
Date: 5/31/99 10:36:28 PM

Lotor angrily paced the rack room over and over and around
and around. It was getting on our nerves - me and the rack-
up'd men-slaves and guards - but we said nothing.

"You disappointed me AGAIN!" he yelled, meaning the rest of
us. "Instead of remaining true to your respective duties
and tasks, you all strove to save Tamy and Moonsilk!"

I narrowed my eyes. "ExCUSE me, wasn't that the GOAL?"

He strode over to me and raised his hand to me.

Ram-O narrowed his eyes, ready to pounce upon him but
unable to do so.

"Don't you touch her..." he threatened.

Lotor sneered but didn't look at him. "Or else WHAT? What
can YOU do? Do you think I've forgotten how you very nearly
became my father's latest conquest? You pitiful, weak-"

I raised my whip and lashed Lotor across the abdomen. He
cringed. "WENCH! I'll-"

I raised it again. "YOU will do NOTHING. I've HAD it with
your ungrateful attitude. WE love them and are damned glad
they're back here with us. You should be damned ashamed of
yourself. You have not performed well as the Harem Master
over these past horrendous days. You KNOW what THAT means."

He winced. "You WOULDN'T." His tone became pleading. "Come
ON, Gina, honey, baby-kins, you KNOW I love them, but they
have to be tough and they weren't. You can't fault me for
being angry with them."

I cracked the whip thisclose to his crotch. He screamed,
then fell to his knees, then on to his back. "I don't want
to hear any more of this kiss-ass shit. You basically told
Moonie that she's outta this Harem, when nothing could be
further from the truth. And as for Tamy, the same applies.
DOESN'T IT?!!"

He said nothing. He COULDN'T. But he glared at me.

I raised the whip yet again. "You know where to go and you
had better go now or else you know what will happen."

Still glaring at me, he s-l-o-w-l-y crawled off to take his
place on The Rack of Doom.

Glaring right back at him, I released the men-slaves and
guards, who took a few seconds to rub circulation into
their limbs and then ran off to find Moonie and Tamy.

Ram-O looked at me briefly back over his shoulder, worry
all over him.

I nodded. "I'll be okay alone with him."

He winced. "But Mistress...if he survives this..." He
looked over The Rack, which would scare the poop out of
even Zarkon, Haggar, and every one of the ro-beasts.

I waved his concern away. "IF he does, he'll get the bj of
his life....from Haggar. THAT'LL fix him."

He grinned. "If YOU don't. You KNOW what I mean."

I grinned despite myself. "Yeah, I know. Go find Moonie."

He ran off.

Lotor was still trying to stand. I strode over to him,
stripped him, and attached him to The Rack via handcuffs,
chains, rubber balls, and whatever else was necessary to
rack him up real good.

I stepped back to admire both my handiwork and his
delicious sweating body, envisoning all of the bruises and
stripes the latter would get.

He began to pant. "You...wench...."

I grabbed the twelve-foot, barbed-and-studded leather whip.
"You wanna repeat that?"

He shook his head. He would only be delaying the inevitable.

"Good." I raised the whip. "This is for Tamy and Moonie and
every other Lady whose self-image you've shot to hell."

He screamed. He was in for it now.

I began to let him have it.

His screams filled the room and echoed and rebounded
throughout the hallways....

Heheheheheheheh
nutbug
Love Potion No 9 Aftermath: Insights

..and the beat goes on..dum-dum-dum-da-dum-da-dum-dum-dum

..drumbeats soundin' a rhythm to the brain..

Sleep was her refuge from the pain. She looked fine again although still a
Drule. After numerous scans and tests, it looked like her transformation was
permanent. To Tamy, it didn't really matter anymore if she changed or not.
She still felt ashamed.

Oh god..I responded to that monster. *I* I did..if they knew..oh if they
knew..so ashamed.

She curled up in bed, her silk nightdress covering her body. She was eating,
although she didn't taste anything. Something in her told her she needed her
strength. For the remainder of the week she was kept in her room mainly until
the potion wore off, but it disconcerted her that she could give off the same
hormones since she was a Drule female now. Tamysan noted that her skin was
now a very light azure and her hair more blond with streaks of white, but it
didn't matter. She wished she could cover herself and hide. She didn't know
why Lotor even kept her here now. He and Gorjon would never want her. She
should have been left behind in Zarkon's area. Tamysan wished she could talk
to Moonsilk, but she had a feeling she was dealing with her own ordeal.
Samara would peep in from time to time, and although Tamysan wanted to talk,
she was afraid to tell her her secret shame. So afraid of the look that
Samara would give her. It was all bottled up inside her, and although Tamysan
kept a calm exterior, her fears manifested itself in dreams. She soon began
to be afraid to sleep, but her body would drive her to it anyway...

..the feel of her nightdress being rucked up her legs by large hands woke
her. She jerked a little at the sensation. ('rucked up" - in Southern speak
it means to draw up)

"Such long beautiful legs.." She felt a nip on her thigh.

"Gorjon.." she murmured. She swore she could smell his scent - so
intoxicating. Gorjon was here! Her heart sang with joy

His weight upon her was welcome. She caressed his hard chest and he growled
low in his throat. He kissed her and she kissed back deeply, feeling such a
strong surge of love and desire for him. His hands were rough on her skin,
almost as if they were willing her to respond to his touch.

Then her nightgown was gone and there were no barriers between them. She
could feel the rock hard muscles of his body, the unrelenting muscles that
pressed hard upon her. She growled softly in response to his increasingly
hard kisses and he laughed.

"Tigress.." he hissed, and his voice sounded different.

Tamysan trembled a little, but it was too late. A sharp plunge and an indrawn
breath and they were joined together.She scratched at his back, almost
enjoying his roughness. Her eyes were closed, such bliss she felt!

"I love you, Gorjon.." she said.

"I'm not that peasant, wench.." he spat.

Her eyes opened and she saw a demonic face above hers, grinning.

"No..no god..no.." she sobbed.

"Yesss.." He bit into her shoulder, drawing blood. She could feel his tongue
licking at the wound he had made, even as he drove into her relentlessly.

"No..no..no.." she sobbed, even as she felt pleasure.

His laugh echoed everywhere. She didn't know what was worse. She screamed,
flinging her head back. she only dimly heard his growls as his arms and legs
seem to wrap around her. She wanted to get away, to run, but she couldn't!
She needed to get away before he -

And then she was awake. She sat up sweat running down her body. Her
nightdress was in a pile on the floor. She looked at it. She could have sworn
it was white not black. Hands suddenly roughly grabbed at her and pulled her
to the floor. She screamed and fought.

A slap to her face.

"Don't fight me. You know you want it!"

She fought him angrily, wanting nothing more to than to kill him.

He grinned. "Tigress..." and then he pulled her down into darkness.

She screamed, "Moonsilk! Lotor! Gorjon! someone! Samara,help me!"

A chuckle and then..

"Tamysan.."

"No! Get away from me!" she fought.

Strong hands gripped her wrists.

"Tamy, it's me. Samara! Wake up!"

"Samara?" She shook her head to clear it.

She saw Samara's concerned face.

"Samara.." she sighed and relaxed at last.

Samara said, "You were having a nightmare again.."

"No - I uh - " Tamysan looked away.

"Tamy, there is no need to feel ashamed. Not in front of me.." Samara gently
placed a hand on her shoulder.

Tamysan's face crumpled and she let her tears flow."Oh, Samara!"

She sobbed and Samara held her. "Shhhh..I know.I know just how you feel..:"
Samara said.

Tamysan jerked up. "No! You don't! Oh, Samara, I - I, oh god, I can't even
tell you.."

"You must, Tamysan. To keep it inside will only cause it to fester. Zarkon
will be here for awhile and you must be brave and face what happened.."
Samara said as gently as she could.

"Samara, he - you know - no you don't. I am worse than a whore.." Tamysan
hung her head.

Samara took her hand.and said, "I can sense your feelings - they are swirling
like a tempest! I do not know if this will work, but if you let me, I think I
can help."

"I don't see how you can, Samara." Tamysan said sadly.

"Shhh..now sit back and close your eyes. I want you to just try to relax -
just let your mind open up.."

"Samara..I can't." Tamysan said, leaning back on the bed.

"Yes you can. You are strong mentally and physically. I will be there with
you. I must see.." Samara placed a cool hand upon her cheekbone. Tamysan
could feel waves of concentration coming from Samara and a feeling akin to
telepathy seemed to tickle Tamy's mind.







Samara's eyes were closed and she saw images - clear as crystal. She was in
Tamy's body - well not literally, but from perspective and feeling she was.
Samara saw Zarkon, his familar body, corded with hard muscle, crouching over
her/Tamysan.He was not beautiful like Lotor was. He was hard and unyeilding.
His body was muscular but in a brutish way. Samara felt a rush though her
whole body and she knew then that Tamy had at some point went into "heat"
with Zarkon and he took advantage of it...

"Tigress..yesss..you've resisted for so long and now you can't get enough can
you?"

That familar face above her own. She remembered it oh so well.

Pain in her shoulder as he bit her/Tamysan. A cry - Tamysan's - breathless.

"Mmmm..my pretty tigress. You can take it can't you? I am more of a man than
Lotor..scream, my dear..yess..that's it..you love that..you love what I do to
you.."

Samara shuddered. He would often say the same to her when he used to catch
her in heat, except he would taunt her about her class, about how fortunate
she was to be picked by a warrior like him.

They kissed and Samara was a little suprised, but then again she had been so
short compared to Zarkon's height. Tamy was taller so it made sense that he
would. She heard every cry, every sigh. Zarkon had not changed much in his
approach to "lovemaking". He was still brutal and direct. He enjoyed his
superiority over others, but especially his dominance over women. Samara
knew. She watched/felt as one last surge came over them both and she
shuddered in rememberance.

Samara could feel Tamy shaking.



And Tamy saw a vision of long ago. Samara looked much like she did now, maybe
a little bit older. She was fighting with Zarkon. Evidently, he had caught
her somewhere. Then Tamy saw as Zarkon knocked the petite Samara down and
raped her where they were. She saw Samara's tears run down her face, and she
felt the pain of Zarkon's entrance into Samara. The little dancer had not
been ready for him, and he was brutal with her...then Tamysan saw another
time, not too far ahead, Zarkon and Samara again, only this time Samara
welcomed him eagerly. Zarkon kept calling her "little sweet", perhaps his
idea of an endearment. Tamysan knew that Samara had been in "heat" then and
Zarkon had taken advantage of that. His taunts rang in Tamysan's ears...

"You've only had a boy, my little sweet, I am a man..you know it..I know you
do.."

Tamysan saw several other instances of the same happening over and over
again, and when she opened her eyes at last, she saw tears in Samara's eyes.

"You - it happened to you too.." Tamysan said in wonder.

"Yes.Zarkon prides himself in his worldly ways, but he'll use knowledge when
he wants to. Now you see why Drule males react so strongly to Drule females.
It is those times that Drule females are at their most receptive and fertile.
Zarkon took advantage of our natural drives."

Tamysan sighed. "I still feel ashamed.."

"I felt ashamed as well, Tamy. My first time with Zarkon was very unpleasant.
I was not in heat and he simply raped me. I was used to Lotor. He was not
full-grown at that time and so I could take him without being hurt. But
Zarkon hurt me - I had to be treated afterwards. I was ashamed then but it
was worse when he caught me in heat. I did not resist him and I felt pleasure
with him. He would always taunt me about that, but when a Drule woman is in
heat, she simply responds to a Drule male. With some control, you can keep it
at bay, but it is strong. It has to be strong because it is the way that the
Drule species can go on."

Tamysan said bitterly, "So that's why he took me several times - to get me
pregnant."

"It could be or that and the fact that you are a young warrior woman. That is
an irresistible combination to a Drule male - especially Zarkon. He would
want to dominate you."

"I - I am glad you know how I feel. But how - how do I go on here? I know
Gorjon and Lotor if they knew would think the worse of me.."

"No. I don't believe they would. It is hard on them. Gorjon blames himself
for what has happened to you. Lotor is dealing with his anger at his father.
He does truly care but like most men have a very hard time dealing with it.
Lotor found out later what had happened to me with his father and wanted to
kill him right then and there."

"But how did he treat you?"

"Once his anger wasn't so strong, he went about in his way of healing me. I
was ashamed. I wanted to leave although in reality I couldn't. Lotor was
gentle with me. He showed me with every touch how much he truly valued and
loved me. He is very different from his father and he will come around again.
He does not despise you or Moonsilk, but he despises his father for the hurt
he caused."

"That's all well and good, but.." Tamysan got up and walked the floor a
little.

"You'll still hurt but it will get better. Don't consider leaving. I know you
still play a role here.."

Tamysan actually smiled, "Well, I cannot go back home looking like this, now
can I? I would wind up a story on "X-Files!"

"No, I guess you cannot - not to your true home, although we can disguise you
for trips. Will you stay?"

"I guess so. I really don't want to leave. I do love it here although - " she
bit her lip.

"There is Zarkon. Yes. You will have to watch yourself closely now. I will
warn you that Zarkon doesn't want to give up sexual partners easily."

"I saw him look at Gorjon when he placed his coat around me and he yelled at
him to get away from me."

"Jealousy. He was jealous of Gorjon because he knows you love Gorjon and you
would always respond to him. It is why he is jealous of Lotor and why he is
always chasing the Scribes. Now that he has actually taken you and Moonsilk,
he considers you two his. Believe me, he did that with me for the longest
time - even after I gained some weight and aged a little."

Tamysan shuddered. "I am NOT his! and neither is Moonsilk. Creepy bastard..I
should have geilded him when I had the chance."

Samara smiled slightly. "I 'saw' what you did before we all came in. That was
both a wise and foolish thing. You actually taunted Zarkon and turned the
tables on him for a time. However, he will remember that too. I was able to
pick up his vibes somewhat. He was angry but he was also roused by your
anger. He thought you looked like the epitome of a warrior-woman. Rather like
Merla but with more femininity. Zarkon is a man of odd quirks and tastes. He
likes to dominate but he cannot abide weaklings.Drule men are like that too.
They want a woman with strength but they also want her to be beautiful and
soft. Merla is beautiful but she is not soft. I suspect somewhere in her past
she was hurt badly and it took her softness away. Don't let Zarkon take your
softness away."

Tamysan sighed."I don't know what he's taken away. All I know is that I hurt
so.."

"But not so much now that I know, hmm?" Samara said.

"Well, no. but - " Tamysan sat back on the bed again.

"It will take time, Tamy. You won't always feel this way. Soon you'll be able
to stand again, laugh again and love again.I did. I didn't think I would at
the time.."

Their conversation was interupted by a soft knock at the door. It was Sarah.

"I got here as fast as I could.." Sarah smiled slightly, rubbing at her
distended belly. Geez, four months to go and she was as big as a robeast
already! Sometimes she wondered if she was carrying a small army! Damn
General Cossack..she smirked.

"We were talking, Sarah. Tamysan had a nightmare.." Samara said.

"Well, I gathered that from the scream I heard. Do you want me to give you a
tranquilizer to where you won't dream?"

Tamysan shook her head. "I have to face these - even if they are terrible.
I'm just sorry that I scream..I must wake everyone."

"No, you don't, actually. I've been sleeping light - and besides everyone
does understand." Sarah said.

"I wish I did.." Tamysan said.

"Sarah, I have been thinking. Moonsilk. She worries me so badly. I know
everything looks normal, but I sense deep anger from her. No one seems to
know what to do to help her and Lotor didn't help with his comments during
our search. I want to help her, but I believe that I will need some help. If
it is a problem with the baby - I know you need all your strength.."

"Samara, the baby does take something out of me, but I'm not helpless, you
know. I will be glad to help - if I can. Moonsilk is acting "too" normal..She
hides it but I don't think she's sleeping at all."

Samara nodded. "Do you think now would be a good time to see her?"

"It wouldn't hurt.." Sarah said.

Tamysan said, "Wait. Please. I want to go. I - I don't really want to be
alone again.."

Samara looked at Sarah. "The potion?"

Sarah said. "The guards have changed since uh 3:00 am. They're pretty well
spread out. I think the potion's effects are about gone, although your
natural scent might attract.."

"That is something you will have to get used to.." Samara said. "Besides that
potion was much more concentrated. I will teach you how to control the scent
you give off. It's not perfect, but it can be done."

"So I can go with you?" Tamysan asked.

"Yes, come with us. Perhaps you can help. At any rate, you won't be alone."
Samara said.

"Good." Tamysan shivered. She put on a secure robe that covered her body. She
was half-tempted to put on a cloak with a hood on it to cover her hair, but
decided against it. She would be with Samara and Sarah, but as a precaution
took a small decorative knife that Gorjon gave her once and tied the sheath
around her thigh.

"All right, let's go see Moonie.." Tamysan said, trying to fight her fear of
venturing out into the hall.

"Don't be scared, Tamy. You'll be all right."
"I don't know..let's just go see Moonie, ok?"

"All right..let's go." Samara said. They all left Tamy's room and went down
the hall towards Moonie's room.

*** All righties! We got people actually going to pay Moonie a visit. What
will happen next? Take it away!!********

Subj: Love Potion No.9: Lotor Gets A Tongue Lashing..
(This is after my post and after Gina gives Lotor "the works"..Hehehehehe)

Sarah, Samara, and Tamysan went down the halls towards Moonsilk's room when
suddenly Tamysan stood stock still.

"Tamysan, what's wrong?" Samara asked.

Tamy's brows knitted together like Lotor's did when he was angered about
something and then she whirled and cursed loudly in Drule, "So that's what
that ROEBEAST IN HEAT thinks we are? Eh!"

Tamysan suddenly streaked down the hall before Samara could stop her! Samara
yelled at her to stop but she wouldn't. Samara and Sarah broke into a run.
Had she gone beserk?

Ah. There it was. The rackroom. There was no one about. Gina's whip lay there
on her chair. Tamysan touched it. It was still warm which meant Gina was
taking a break from things. And there was Lotor, naked and racked up. My,
Gina did a job on him. She did not pity him. In fact she was angry - oh so
extremely angry! There was no one here. It was time to speak her mind..

"Lotor.." she said.

His head turned and he saw her. His eyes were angry. "Go back to your room,
Tamysan! You have to stay until - "

She cut him off. "You - think - we -are -weak, eh, warrior?" She said in
Drule.

"What?" He looked startled. Then he saw her shed her robe and then her
nightdress.

"What the hell are you doing, wench? Have you lost your mind!" Lotor gulped.
He could smell her scent. It was arousing, sensual.

She came up to him, anger in her golden eyes.

"You think Moonsilk and I are weak because we could not fight your father.."
she said bitterly.

"No, now go back to your room! I ORDER it!" he bellowed in his best
"I'myourmaster" voice.

"You're in NO position to order me, Lotor!" she raged. "You think we
shouldn't BE in this Harem, don't you! DON'T you!" Her nails raked his bare
chest, drawing blood.

Then he tried his "nice" mode. "Tamysan, I never said that. Now calm down.."

"Calm down? You really want me to calm down?" she whispered in his ear and
ran her finger down one particularly sensitive area of his body which was
rather painfully erect.

"Stop that." he said.

"Why, that's all we're here for, isn't it, warrior?" she hissed and then she
squeezed HARD. He actually winced.

"Let me TELL you something, Lotor. It takes strength to survive. You think us
weak because we were defiled by your father. Samara said you understood, but
you don't, do you? DO YOU!"

"You'll pay for this.." he hissed.

"HOW? You've already kicked us out of the Harem for something that was not
our doing! I paid dearly! Moonsilk paid dearly! Do you KNOW what it's like to
be taken like that? DO you? You were going to let us ROT in there weren't
you, you ungrateful spoiled BRAT!"

Lotor's eyes widened. He had never SEEN Tamysan like this! She was a total
bitch! She was magnificent!

She walked over nude and took the whip in her hands.

"Tamysan, put it down. You don't know how to use that.."

"There's always a first time, isn't there, Lotor?" she coiled the whip.

"Dammit! Stop this nonsense or I'll - " Lotor raged. He didn't know whether
to kill her or do "other" things!

"OR WHAT, you spoiled BRAT!" she angrily spat and lashed out with the whip
above his head.

"Shit!" Lotor said. "Gina! Get DOWN here!"

*********

Meanwhile Samara and Sarah made it down to to the rack room. Samara quickly
hid herself and Sarah.

"Shouldn't we do something?" Sarah asked.

"No." Samara smiled. "This will make him THINK!"

"Yeah, you're right. Sometimes you have to beat the crap out of a man just to
make him see sense.."

********

Tamysan walked around Lotor, surveying his form and coiling the whip. Her
eyes were still angry but they also sparkled with a light of their own.

"Tamysan, I order you to stop this NOW!" Lotor put on a last effort of order.

"You know, I really would like to hurt you now.." she said coldly. "I thought
you cared, Lotor. I thought you did. Your words are empty aren't they? You
might as well be your father.."

Lotor winced. He'd heard the same from Allura many a time.

Tamysan came up to him and inexplicably kissed him for a very long time,
running her hands down his body. He shivered as her scent totally enveloped
him.

She whispered, "I'm in my heat now, Lotor..did you know that?"

He gulped. Gods, if he could just break his bonds! He'd show her just how
much he cared! She nipped at his neck. Gods..

"Tamysan..release me. I don't hate you..let me show you.." Lotor said almost
pleadingly.

"Oh, I'm sure you can show me, Lotor. Your father certainly did.." her eyes
snapped with anger. She wanted to hurt him.

His eyes darkened. "Maybe you two should go back there! Everyone disrupted
everything just to save you two!"

Her eyes narrowed and then she nipped at his earlobe. He shivered. "Aww..did
WE disrupt your precious day?"

"If you two were strong, you would have resisted.." he said stubbornly.

"Resisted?" She smiled.

**********

Gina came back. Samara jerked her to a hidden niche.

"Hey! Umph!" Samara clamped a hand over Gina's mouth.

"Shush! Tamy's giving Lotor a piece of her mind!" Samara whispered.

"Actually it looks like she's giving him other things.." Sarah commented.

Gina grinned. "I know what she's doing..she's torturing him! Hehehe..Maybe I
could teach her how to use a whip.."

********

Tamysan touched Lotor everywhere and he writhed against his bonds.

"Dammit, Tamy..gods.." he moaned.

"ARE you resisting?" she said.

Her scent was driving him insane!

"Release me and I will grant you anything..just - let - me - love you.."

"Tempting.." Tamysan said.

"Dammit! You and Moonsilk can stay in my Harem! You are driving me insane,
woman!"

"Am I?" she leaned against him, slightly, just teasing him with her body.

*******

Samara, Sarah and Gina were stiffling giggles. Oh, Lotor was getting MAJOR
blueballs!

Gina whispered. "I think I could hang Christmas ornaments on him!"

They continued to watch.

*******

"So if I let you go, you will let us stay in your Harem?" she cooed.

"Only if you let me make love to you, now, woman! Your scent is
intoxicating.." his tone was almost imperious.

She said sweetly, "Thank you, my prince.."

"Let me go, now.." Lotor said.

She backed away, and the anger in her eyes was back.

"No. I will not. You have hurt Moonsilk and I more than your father could
have. HIS behavior we expect from him, but yours is inexcusable. We're not
weak. I don't care what you say. I know I am strong. Moonsilk is strong. If
you want to throw us away, so be it!" she started to walk away and she put on
the nightdress and the robe.

"Tamysan..come BACK here!" Lotor growled.

"You sound a LOT like your father when you do that.." she said coldly.

"Dammit! Stop comparing me to my father!" he bellowed.

"Truth hurts, doesn't it, Lotor? Right now, there doesn't seem to be much
difference between you two..." she walked off towards the passageway.

"Tamysan! Damn you! Get back here!" he bellowed.

"As they say in Texas, Lotor - "SCREW YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON, YOU
INSENSITIVE POINTED EARED BASTARD!"

She stomped off. Samara and Sarah ran towards the hall to meet her.

Lotor was stunned. Gina appeared out of nowhere with a slight smirk.

"Well, now you know how WE feel when you blow up at us.." she said.

He gave her a glare. "Shut up, wench and release me!"

"Ha! Fat chance! She gave you the tongue lashing you deserve, now I'm going
to give you another kind of lashing.."

"Wench! You DARE - !"

"STILL not humble? Damn, but you're stubborn! She's right, Lotor. Sometimes
you just about as sensitive as your father. Now let's get busy, Mr.
Sensitive.."

As Gina went about another session of "Disciplining the Prince.." Samara and
Sarah followed a fuming Tamysan down the hall. They HAD to! There were some
Drule guards sniffing the air and looking at her a little too closely!
[Scribes Tale] Love Potion Number Nine - Aftermath - 2 (after Tam's, Gina's and Samara's posts)
Hrmmm....

(A little long - sorry beforehand, and very weird, sorry again
beforehand...:( As usual, please excuse typos and misspells due to my
fritzing spellcheck...)
-----

I leaped up from the corner, my heart pounding in my ears and sweat
trickling down my forehead. I blinked rapidly against the burning
sensation in my eyes, and looked about the room wildly.

All was still and silent; no exploded panels strewn about the room, no
misshapen shadows crawling along the floor and up the walls - nothing.

I frowned, and crossed my arms over my chest, inhaling a deep shuddering
breath, then standing motionless for several long moments, just listening
to the sounds of he room settling; a creak here, a groan there. After
several moments like this, I finally willed myself to cross the room,
then peered out one of the large, airy windows.

As usual, there was a thick layer of dark mist covering everything, and
the sky overhead was a marbled canvas of greys on blacks. Several Drones
marched to and fro in the barren courtyard, some carrying items of an
unknown nature, some simply appearing to pace mindlessly. As I watched
them, I realized how easy their lives must be. After all, a Drone did
not truly live; it didn't feel, think, or bleed - it simply obeyed
thougtlessly.

An odd smile curled my lips upward and I quirked an eyebrow.

Now, there's a secret I would love to learn, I remarked silently. To
spend an indefinite period of time on this world simply existing - beyond
the realm of emotional barriers. Cruelty, anger, remorse, fear,
saddness, misery - none of it would matter anymore.

The odd grin deepened, but a sudden sound brought me out of my thoughts
before I could ponder the idea further. I startled in a delayed manner,
then hastily composed myself.

"Moon?" Sarah's voice drifted through the closed door, its sound thick
and muffled.

I frowned slightly, then straightened my stance, smoothing my clothing
with my palms and crossing over to the door.

"I'm up - come on in." I said brightly, exchanging the frown for a
cheerful smile.

The sound of a key shifting against metal abruptly became apparent, then
the door swung inward. Sarah was standing just beyond, her swollen belly
seeming to have grown even larger since the day before.

"Hello, Moon." She said, smiling at me. "I have brought some visitors."

I quirked an eyebrow, then widened my smile, "Really?" I said with false
enthusiasm.

She nodded and entered the room, then motioned for the others to enter.
Tamy and Samara abruptly appeared; Samara looking rather nervous, and
Tamy appearing slightly agitated. I studied them a moment, then looked
at Sarah.

"Are the lepers being released from their cells?" I asked, snickering
slightly.

Sarah narrowed her eyes and studied me a moment, then, slowly, "The last
blood tests revealed that the hormone is almost completely wiped from
your system, as well as from Tamy's."

I nodded. "Good. I have orders to fill and deliveries to make. Being
couped up in this room has done nothing to help promote business." I
chuckled.

"Rose and Kree have been taking care of all the orders and deliveries
over the last three days." Samara said softly, her beautiful golden eyes
seeming to pierce right through me.

"I see." I remarked casually, crossing over to the bed and gathering up a
thin nightgown and robe from the foot of it. "I will have to thank them."

"Moon." Samara said my name softly, so softly that I knew she was going
to say something I didn't want to hear.

I stiffened ever so slightly, then turned to look at her. "Yes?" I asked,
offering her a small smile.

She walked over to me, and placed her hand over mine. "You have to let it
go." She said gently.

I quirked an eyebrow at her, forcing myself to remain semi-relaxed
beneath her scrutiny. "I have no idea what you're talking about,
Sammie-ma." I said evenly.

Samara narrowed her eyes slightly. "You can't hide your anger from me,
Moon. I can feel it. It radiates from you."

I shook my head. "I'm not angry, Sammie-ma." I said with an icy calm. "I
was angry, at first, but now I'm over it." I smiled tightly. "What's done
is done, and that's all there is to it. I learned a long time ago that I
can't change the past, no matter how hard I try..." I trailed off, then,
"No sense crying over spilled milk, right?" I chuckled lightly, and
pulled my hand from hers, then brushed by her and moved towards the door.

Sarah frowned at me as I passed her, "I want you in my office for a full
physical today, Moon."

I halted my forward movement, and looked back over my shoulder at her.
"Whatever for?" I asked, truly surprised, and a little irritated. "You
just gave me a full physical three days ago."

"You look ill." She replied smoothly. "You have dark circles under your
eyes, and your skin is pasty and unhealthy - you look exhausted."

"What?" I asked turning to face her, my expression slightly indignant.
"Sarah, look, it's nice that you're concerned, but I *feel* fine. I
don't see any reason for another physi..."

"I do." She said sharply, cutting me off. "I want to see you later today.
Come by my office." She paused and studied me a moment, then frowned.
"If you don't show, I will come by your room. Either way, you're getting
a physical - today."

I clenched my jaw, controlling a mild twitch in my lip, then smiled
grimly. "As you wish, Sarah." I turned and walked out the door, my
irritation abruptly heightening and setting my teeth to grinding.

"Moon!" The sound of Tamy's voice calling after me brought me to a halt
in the middle of the corridor.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, then turned towards her, a new grin
firmly pasted on my face, "I'm sorry for leaving without saying anything
to you, Tamy. " I said, my tone even despite the humm of irritation
thrumming along my nerves. "I guess I am in a bit of a rush to get back
to my room and start organizing things again." I chuckled mildly.
"Despite all of his good intentions, Kree is not a very organized person,
and I know that poor Rose is probably lost amongst all the toys and
lingerie. After all, it's not exactly her field of expertise."

Tamy stared at me for a moment then, softly, "You know, you can't run
from it, Moon."

I suddenly felt like telling her to just shut-up about it, but I bit back
the urge and simply continued to smile. "I'm not running from anything,
Tamy." I said earnestly. "Trust me. I've dealt with it, and now it's
time to move on."

I could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't believe me, but I
really didn't care. As far as I was concerned, none of it was any of her
business.

"I don't think you have." She remarked gently.

I shrugged. "Well, you can feel free to think whatever you want, Tamy,
but I am over it."

She stood in silence for several long moments, then sighed heavily. "If
you say so, Moon." She said, her voice suddenly sounding very weary.

I smiled at her, and put my hand on her shoulder. "You look tired, Tamy,
perhaps you should go get some rest." I lowered my hand from her shoulder
and turned away from her, then began to make my way down the hall once
more.

I made my way back to my room unhindered, and as I approached the
doorway, I could hear muffled voices drifting out at me.

"Oh, my lord! What's this?!"

"That's a three pronged stimulator."

"A what...?"

"A three pronged stimulator."

"What on God's green earth do you do with it?!"

"Well, I could give you a demonstration if you'd like..."

"No! No, thank you, I mean. Let's just hurry up and finish putting
together these orders."

I stepped over the threshold, an almost honest smile of amusement on my
face. Rose was kneeling down and digging through a large box brimming
with various toys and odds and ends as Kree held several orders in his
right hand, appearing to study them intently.

"What was next on her order?" Rose asked, looking up at Kree, but halting
mid-way as her gaze fell on me. "Moon!" She exclaimed, smiling at me and
straightening up.

"Hello, Rose." I said, tossing my nightclothes onto my bed and strolling
over to her and Kree.

"Mistress." Kree titlted his head to one side and offered me a lopsided
grin.

"Hi, Kree." I smiled at him as well, then took in the cluttered mess that
was my room. "Looks like you two have been busy over the last three
days." I commented, snickering slightly.

Rose sighed. "I don't know how you manage to keep up with all the orders,
Moon." She shook her head and frowned. "Kree and I have been spending all
of our spare time either phoning in requests to Sex-IS-Us, bagging orders
that have arrived, or delivering them to the various ladies."

I chuckled. "Well, in a place like this - business is almost always
booming." I winked at her, then walked over to Kree and took the order
slips out of his hand. "Thank you both for holding down the fort while I
was gone, but I think I can manage from here on out."

Rose looked very relieved, then slightly concerned, "Are you sure you can
handle it by yourself, Moon? I can help out for a while if you want."

I smiled at her again. "Thanks, Rose, but I have been doing this for
quite some time now, I think I will be able to manage."

She didn't look quite convinced, but nodded anyway.

I looked up at Kree. "You can go too."

He quirked an eyebrow at me. "But, Mistress, won't you be requiring my
services?"

I smirked at him. "Not at the moment, but don't stray too far." I said,
knowing that it was highly unlikely that I would call for him or anyone
else in the near future. The very idea of being touched by a man made my
skin ripple with revulsion.

He grinned at me seductively, looking quite pleased with my answer, then
turned and left the room.

Rose remained for a few more silent moments. "If you need anything,
anything at all, " She began quietly. "Don't hesitate to let me know,
okay?"

I nodded, then watched as she brushed by me and exited the room.

Once I was sure that they were both well out of earshot, I released a
pent up breath, and tossed the order slips onto my bed, frowning at
nothing in particular. After several silent moments, I walked over to
the doorway, then peered out.

The hall was dead and silent.

Carefully, I closed my door, locked it, then began to hastily rummage
through the boxes of items that were strewn haphazardly about the room.
I tossed various items to my bed as I went, emptying each box in turn,
then breaking them down one by one. After completing the task, I
proceeded to pull all of the furniture away from the walls and feel along
the panels - searching for secret passageways.

I found three in all, and abruptly popped them open. I took the boxes I
had broken down and stacked them into three even piles, then shoved them
into the openings of the passages, stuffing them tightly into the holes.
By the time I had finished, sweat was beading on my forehead, and my
tired body was burning with protest. Nevertheless, I closed each of the
panels and began to slide the my furniture back in place, taking extra
care to place the heavier pieces directly in front of the hidden openings.

A light rapping came at my door, and I jumped in response, sudden
adrenaline causing my heart to pound wildly within my chest. I clenched
my jaw and steadied myself, looking at the strange disarray of furniture
for a moment, then walked over to the door, unlocked it and opened it a
crack.

Ram-O was standing stiffly at the threshold. "Hello, Mistress Moonsilk."
He said softly, his tone slow and seductive.

I studied him a moment through the crack. "Hello, Ram-O. Can I help
you?" I asked in a cool, even voice.

He seemed to blink with mild surprise at the businesslike quality of my
tone, then cleared his throat. "Mistress Gina sent me to fetch you. She
has Prince Lotor strapped to the The Rack of Doom and is punishing him.
She feels that it is only proper that you participate in the doling out
of his punishment as well." His eyes seemed to wander a bit, as if
straining to peek into my room, and I narrowed the crack in the door in
response.

"Tell Gina that I'm not interested." I said hastily. "I have a lot of
work to do."

"But, Mistress Moonsilk." He looked at me with sudden concern in his
eyes. "Don't you wish to exact some sort of revenge for what has
happened?"

I shook my head. "No."

His look of concern turned to a look of bewilderment and several moments
of tense silence passed.

"Can I come in?" He asked, finally, his voice barely a whisper.

I shook my head again. "No. I am busy right now."

He seemed to blanch in response, then took a single backward step and
bowed slightly. "As you wish." He straightened and looked at me, his
expression one of mild pain mingling with confusion and concern, then
turned and began to stride away.

I quickly shut my door and bolted it securely, then hurriedly started
shoving furniture back into place once more. Once everything had been
assembled in a halfway presentable manner, I began to clean up the
surrounding mess.

Lotor on The Rack of Doom, I thought. As if that would change anything.
I snorted quietly. Hell, he's probably having the time of his life, and
the last thing I wanted to do was grant that bastard any pleasure. I
snorted again, my movements growing clipped and angry as I snatched
clothes and various odds and ends up from the floor.

"You will stay here, wench. Your temper is not welcome on this sojourn,
and neither is your help."

The words once again slipped over my mind and I grit my teeth. "You don't
have to worry, my Prince." I spat in a heated whisper. "You won't be
seeing much of me anymore."

The image of the Drones milling mindlessly about the courtyard abruptly
filled my head, and I felt some of my anger suddenly die, as if a part of
me had abruptly disconnected and gone numb.

A slight grin curled my lips upward in response, and I released a small
sigh, abruptly aware of how good it felt not to feel that piece of me -
even if only for the moment.

-----

Hrmmm....I am getting a little weird here...gonna write Moonie into a
corner. Of course, you can feel free to bail her out at anytime...well,
you can feel free to *try* and bail her out...hehehe ;)

Moonie - GOP

Subj: Love Potion No. 9: Aftermath er 3? (it's b4 Moonie's post)
Date: 6/1/99 7:12:57 PM

This is really Samara's post - I only did some editing & some itty bitty
add-ons, but the idea is basically hers...

I did add to it..the stuff AFTER the asterisks are mine..tam

Dragon, one of King Zarkon's guards rushed into Sarah's office where Samara
and Tamy were waiting for Sarah to attend to some things.
"By the gods! I go away on a mission and - ! Of all the low down things that
OLD perverted King has done! This beats all!" Dragon could hardily speak for
his anger. Dragon suddenly looked at Samara and smiled.
" Little dancer my love." Dragon took Sammie-Ma in his arms. He nodded at
Tamysan and said, "Gorjon told me of - what - ah - ah - " he leaned over and
sniffed a little at Tamysan. "Mmmm..that wonderful smell! Gorjon told me you
were transformed into a Drule but you look so - so - " his eyes flickered up
and down her body.
"Dragon, put a sock in it OK!" Tam spat.
"Samara, is she really in - ?".
"Dragon I can hear your thoughts too you know! No wonder you people
almost killed each other in the past." Samara fumed ever so slightly.
Tam turned drawing the robe even closer from Dragon's prying eyes. "Don't
EVEN think about it, Dragon! Do I look like a whore to you?"
"Of course not Tam. I was only reacting to your scent..." he sighed.
"Dragon I think Tam has had enough of Drules in heat to last a life
time. And Moonie is in need of our attention now. Lotor has been a brat over
this. He blurted out something he did not really feel. So here we are with a
lot of nerves outside of our skin so to speak. Samara voice trailed off as
she look up into Dragon's eyes.
At that moment Gorjon stormed into the room.
"Tam my love of my life.." his eyes narrowed slightly at Dragon, who
was mightily trying to ignore Tamysan.
Gorjon was in tears! Samara did not know how to react to this turn
of events. Dragon and Samara backed away for they knew what could happen next.
<" I think it is time to let them realize some of the penned up
emotions now,"> Samara thought to Dragon.
"Ma, I think we have some catching up to do..." Dragon smiled, trying
to creep his hand into Samara's blouse.
<"Dragon, stop that would you want to put on a show?"> said Samara in a very
loud thought.
Dragon thought.
Samara picked up that thought and said, "Come ALONG, Dragon! ," Samara
stopped as Dragon lingered on for a moment to stare at Gorjon and Tamy in a
warm embrace.
"Ma I wish you smelled like that..."
"Dragon, I am not a warrior ...remember? Your people developed the
extra physical powers. We have the normal smell of heat not like the one you
warriors desire in your women.. The odor is rather pleasant almost like a
heavy perfume in Tam. I can understand why you or any other warrior would
want her." Samara looked at him and arched her brow. " Besides are you losing
your taste for miniatures Dragon?"
Dragon smiled and said, "No, I could never lose my taste for my tiny
dancer..In fact I thing that's a good idea..tasting that is.."
Dragon immediately swung Samara up in his arms. She squeeked in suprise.
"Dragon, Moonsilk.."
"This won't take very long, Samara. I've been away. I miss you! Later I will
take much longer..maybe a few days! Just give me a little of your time then
you can go to Moonsilk..please?"
Samara said, "Well.. alright.." she smiled slightly. "But not long. Moonsilk
does need our help.."
Dragon and Samara left, leaving Tam and Gorjon alone lost in an embrace.
"Gorjon do you love me?", Tam cried.
"Of course I do Tam, I need you now and always."
"Please say you will never leave me. "
Gorjon gently said, "The king has gone too far this time. He is a man of low
character. And Lotor is hurt Tam, the king wanted to hurt him....The old fish
knows all the right buttons to push and hurt his son with."
Tam could feel the waves of passion setting in as Gorjon kissed her.
"Gorjon ...Wash me, wash me clean of that horrible man here and now
Gorjon...."

Off in another room Samara smiled remembering how she said the same thing to
Lotor many years ago. A moment later she heard Sarah shout:

"NOT on the examining table! Take it to another room, you guys, NOW! Don't
MESS with a pregnant woman!"

Tamy and Gorjon beat a hasty retreat to her chambers...Samara's giggles were
soon smothered by Dragon's kisses..
**********
They didn't even turn on the lights, they were in such a hurry! Gorjon
carried Tamy to her bed and immediately started to kiss her passionately, his
hands removing her clothes quickly.
Tamysan could only see Gorjon's shadow above her, and suddenly she saw HIS
face above hers and she gasped.
'Lights! Please turn on the lights, Gorjon!" she said with a waver to her
voice.
Gorjon sensed her fear and again bitterly cursed Zarkon under his breath. He
got up and turned on some lights to where she could see him. Tamysan sighed
with relief, and Gorjon smiled. He wanted her so badly he was starting to
hurt!
They resumed their intense play, Gorjon inhaling her wonderful scent, Tamysan
inhailing his. She was begining to notice the difference in male scents now
and she relished Gorjon's.
"Let me look at you, Gorjon.." she insisted. Gorjon readily complied.
Tamysan ran her hands all over him. He was beautiful. He felt beautiful. He
wasn't like Zarkon - not at all. Gorjon could barely stand her exploration,
but he would not rush her - too much!
It was she who urged him on. Only once during their lovemaking did her eyes
widen in fear, and that was when she was convinced Zarkon was watching them.
Gorjon soon convinced her (or rather distracted her) that he was not and
together they reached their peak together, each calling the other's name.
Afterwards they cuddled for a little while, for it was very intense. Tamysan
was so tempted to sleep, but she wanted to see to Moonsilk. Gorjon was
half-asleep, but he insisted upon coming with her. Tamy said that Moonsilk
might not want to see a man right now, so Gorjon said he would wait down the
hall for her. Tamy smiled and they got dressed, Gorjon promising wickedly
that later he would take his time with her. She laughed, already feeling
Zarkon's touch fading a little - but only a little. She still shuddered a
little, looking at the dark shadows of the room with a little fear. She was
scared that somehow he was watching them. She shook her head to dispell her
fear and she and Gorjon headed back to Sarah's office to meet Samara and
Sarah.

Subj: Moonie gets taken to the rack room...and Lotor gets worser punishment Date: 6/1/99 10:15:59 PM
(wait until I stop laughing...Tamy and a whip..woohoo)
(it's raining and lightning, so this'll be my one and
only post tonight)

A panting and disappointed Ram-O burst into the rack
room.
"Mistress....Moooonie...no...come...said...busy..I..tried..but...no..."

He sat down where he was on the floor.

I heaved a sigh.

Lotor smirked. "I see how much in shape this one is,"
he wise-cracked.

Without looking at him I gave him a good whack.

He screamed.

As if nothing had happened I scowled at my
gorgeous-when-sweaty slave, resisting the urge to jump
him. He was in emotional pain.

"Ram-O, I have a mission for you."

He brightened and stood up.

I grinned. "Take the guys and bring HER here."

Something else of his stood up. He saluted me. "Yes,
Mistress!"

He took off. I could vaguely hear him talking to some
of the guards and men-slaves. Seconds later, they were
off of their mission.

"What do you plan to do with her, wench?"

I whacked him again. "SHUTUP! You will NOT talk
without my permission, do you HEAR me?"

I whacked him aGAIN.

He mumbled something about me in Drule-language. I
didn't understand it, but I knew it wasn't nice.

I looked him over as I thought about what was to be
done with Moonie.

***

"Go AWAY! I TOLD you, I'm BUSY!"

Moonie had opened the door a little when Ram-O had
banged on it and was now trying to close it, but a few
of the men with him had hold of it and were now
keeping it open.

Ram-O easily walked past her into the room, scowling
when he saw the mess of boxes. Not one order other
than Kree and Rose's were completed.

He grinned. This was a perfect excuse to drag her to
the rack room. His Mistress didn't like it when a
Harem Member didn't perform his or her duties
correctly.

Moonie knew where his thoughts were going and turned
to stop them. "OH no you don't..."

Several men stepped forward. In a flash they had her
handcuffed.

Ram-O kept his back to them. He didn't want to see his
paramour cuffed.

"You're coming with US, Mistress Moonie," the other
men said, effortlessly scooping her up and carrying
her out of the room.

She kicked and screamed. "Let me GO! LET ME GO!!!!
HELP!!!! RAM-O, I'M GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS!!!"

Along the way, several Harem-dwellers stopped whatever
they were doing to watch this little show. But instead
of helping Moonie as she hoped, they applauded,
thinking Ram-O was finally going to conquer her.

***

Lotor and I watched as they lay Moonie down flat on
her back near him as per my directions.

He immediately became aroused. VERY aroused. Despite
his bruises and welts.

Moonie sneered at me. "You BETTER not be planning to
let him have me, you paddle-wielding bitch."

Lotor chuckled as his eyes roved over her body. "Don't
call her that, it EXCITES her."

"SHUTUP!" Moonie and I said in unison.

She glared at me. "Well, then, what ARE you going to
do to me?"

I shook my head slowly. "Not ME, Moon, THEM."

The men moved to take off her clothes.

Immediately understanding. Moonie protested as much as
she could, involuntarily seeing HIM again, HIM
fighting her to have his way with her...

One of the men took off the handcuffs, but before
Moonie could even THINK about escaping, the men were
all over her like bees on honey.

"NO!!!!!!!!!" She kicked, she screamed, she bit, she
spit, she scratched, she wriggled, she did everything
she could. "THIS IS RAPE! THIS IS RAPE! GET OFF ME!!!
HELP!!!!!"

No one so much as blinked...except Lotor, who became
more and more aroused but couldn't do anything about
it.

I waited for THAT moment, when he would be at the
point of no return.

Moonie's protests lessened a little. It seemed that
every time an image of Zarkon popped into her mind,
one of the men would coax it away with some intense
pleasure.

But her memories were stubborn. I could see that it
would take days, maybe WEEKS, to get our Moonie back.

Lotor began to pant and groan and sweat and buckle and
writhe. "Moonie...oh Moonie...I...must have
you...oh....ARGH.....set me free...I ORDER you..."

He threw his hand back. I could see the cords in his
neck bulge as he winced and tried to pretend this
wasn't happening.

Moonie screamed as an orgasm racked her body, but the
men hadn't even really begun her (ahem) punishment
yet.

Lotor groaned and yelled and cursed me to the darkest
hells of the galaxy.

He was there.

I walked over to him and stroked the Golden Scepter of
Doom l-i-g-h-t-l-y, up and down, back and forth.

He moved against my hand. I could almost see his
orgasm coming.

"Yes..yes....release me...yes..."

He sagged as his orgasm began to work its way through
his body. It built..it built...it built...he rose up
on his toes...he stiffened all over...

I let him go.

He screamed from down deep in his gut. After a time he
sagged, almost defeated.

I whipped him, bringing him around again.

Moonie moaned her deep pleasure.

Lotor's eyes widened as he remembered where he was,
then saw Moonie and closed them again.

"Release me...I can take no more of this..." He was
begging me now. He didn't know which was worse: Moonie
getting it on with someones else in front of racked-up
him, or me not allowing him sweet release.

Good.

I gripped him again. This was indeed going to be a
long, long night.
And this sweet, sweet punishment of these two will
continue unless someone does something about it.
nutbug
(Heheheheheh)
Love Potion No. 9 - continued!! (Fear Limps back in)
Tamysan went about her normal routine, although she avoided Lotor. That was
easy to do, since Lotor had been making himself scarce. That was fine with
her. She was still mad at him for being so bullheaded. Samara said he was
hurting, so why was he taking it out on she and Moonsilk? He didn't deny that
he would have left them there, and that hurt very badly. Maybe the only one
he truly cared about was Allura. Maybe they were simply there for his
physical desires - despite the fact that they were seperate from his main
harem.
No. Maybe he was really hurting. She saw the pained look on his face when she
told him he was like his father. He hated his father and he always tried to
be a different man than his father. And he WAS with them when they did come
after them. He didn't have to be. Maybe..maybe he did care. She hoped he did.

Gorjon was so good to her and he helped so much in helping her get over her
ordeal. However, when they were together, she could swear they were being
watched. She knew she was being silly, but she couldn't shake the feeling. It
was worse when she was alone. The feeling was so oppressive. She could swear
she could smell him sometimes and feel his eyes crawling all over her. It was
a creepy, horrible feeling that she could not rid herself of. She checked her
room for panels and did not find any.(hers was one of the more updated rooms
in the castle) but still she would get scared sometimes. Samara would help
her out quite a bit, but she still felt like she was being watched, and she
didn't like it.
Tamy made herself go out into the main hall of the Harem, not wanting to be
afraid. Little by little she was gaining a little more confidence and was
more herself. She wore her normal Harem clothes - with just a little more
covering. Her "heat" was subsiding although she did notice that she always
carried just a very slight hint of scent about her. Thankfully, although
various Drule guards would eye her with keen interest, at least they wern't
attacking her. She was still getting used to being Drule - it wasn't easy!
She was going over her neglected whipped cream supplies. Hagar had evidently
been raiding these as well lately. What prompted Hagar's stealing lately was
beyond her - Hagar didn't need to steal! Tamysan smirked. Sarah had managed
to pry her and her partner apart, but Hagar hadn't been "in the mood" as of
late. Soon she would be back to her old tricks again.
She bent over slightly to get at a box that was behind some others and she
heard a voice.
"My what a delightful view, my dear.."
Tamysan turned around and gasped. No. Her heart leaped into her throat. She
turned, her eyes wide with fear.
It was Zarkon, still looking the worse for wear, but he was up and about. He
did not make a move to touch her although his eyes did gleam.
"Stay away from me!" Tamysan held up a can of whipped cream in her hands,
terrified.
His face broke out in an amused smile. "Hmm, maybe I should have you bring
some of that next time around, my dear. It will simply make you that much
tastier.."
Her stomach lurched sickeningly but she tried not to show her fear.
"T- there won't BE a next time!" she hissed angrily.
He smirked in that nasty way of his. "I could take you anytime I want. I
could take you now if I wanted, my dear." He took a step torwards her
menacingly.
"Stay away!" Tamysan aimed the whipped cream can at him, totally terified.
"Go ahead, my dear. I'll just simply have you lick it off my body. I
guarantee we'd be quite occupied for the next few days. I'm sure you could
more than make up for your little stunt with the knife.." he growled and
stepped back.
"I should have gelded you!" Tamysan hissed.
"And miss out on future pleasures?" he smirked evily. "That's why you didn't,
my dear."
"You bastard! You'll pay for what you did to me and Moonsilk.."
"Ah, I think you have it backwards, Tamysan. I DO remember. Moonsilk is
remarkably strong for a little human and you - well let's just say if I had
been free, you wouldn't have been able to walk for a few days.."
"You're a sickening, old pervert!"
He reached out to pinch her. He said, "But you LOVED it, didn't you?" He
laughed as he backed away.
Tamysan stood frozen in a mixture of fear, anger and loathing. She STILL
wanted to kill him! How dare he come and - and..
..make her afraid again..
"I AM watching you, dear...and it wasn't your imagination.." he chuckled.
She gasped and then she said, "I'm not afraid of you!"
He only chuckled. "Until next time, tigress.."
He limped away. Evidently Moonsilk had done some damage, but not enough.
Tamysan started to shiver and then she sat down and cried, making sure she
was hidden.
It was only much later that she found the negligee on her bed - it was
nothing that Gorjon or Lotor would send. It was a see-through material of red
lace. She screamed, knowing just where it came from, and threw it across the
room. Samara seemed to come out of nowhere just at that moment to try to calm
her...

Subj: Love Potion No 9 - (the post before the HOT Gina post)
(This is another post by Samara - it occurs BEFORE uh - Moonie's therapy
session in the rack room! All I did was edit & tweak - t'was Sammie's
ideas..tam)
"One does not get over Zarcon in one fell swoop, Moonie." Samara
looked with disappointment at the pixie like blond.
Moon simply looked at Samara calmly. "There really isn't anything wrong,
Samara. As you can see, I'm up and about, ready to do business.."
Samara shook her head. "You're lying to yourself, Moonsilk. You think
Lotor hates you because of a careless comment. Lotor loves you and all of the
rest of the girls. Think of all the humiliation I have had to put up with
over the years with Lotor, and yet I still love him as much or as more."
Samara smiled slightly, "I was the only one in the beginning. His first mind
you! How do you think I felt when he had young girl after young girl after he
began his campaigns of conquest? They always young, beautiful - usually
human.."
She gave Moonie a chiding look.
:"And to think you both were angry at the one unthinking thing he said. Yes,
he can be unfeeling and thoughtless but if I became angry at Lotor or Zarcon
for all of the hurt they have caused me over the years I would be dead by
now."
Samara held Moonsilk's cold hands.
"YOU have to roll with the punches Moonie. I have known the both of
them too long. Warrior ego's are a thing to reckon with and to be fearful of.
I felt unwanted by Lotor and abused by Zarcon many times over the years. But
one thing remains constant - Lotor does love us in his own way. Allura is his
obsession, and that's just the way he is but he loves us all. I was his
first, but I was too old for him. He thinks of me as a teacher, a lover and
mother. There are times I need him and him alone. Dragon is only a lover and
a friend to me. I may now have the body of a twenty year old but I still have
my middle aged memory and experiences, and that memory has been through and
learned a lot! I have learned that I can love many people in my life, and
that Zarkon could not beat me even though he tried so hard to. He wanted to
tear me down, to make me submissive with all of his taunts over the years.
When he was angry or jealous of Lotor he would take me and use me for his
pleasure. He would taunt me and tell me that I was lucky to have been bedded
by him - to have such a lover. Oh yes, he knew how to hurt me and to hurt
Lotor too. He used every tactic to bring me over to his side but I still
loved and was loyal to Lotor. I still am, Moonsilk. Don't let Zarkon's hate
poison your sweet loving spirit."

Moonsilk looked at Samara and sighed, "That was a very heartfelt speech,
Sammie-Ma, but it really isn't needed. I'm fine."

Samara sighed. This girl was as stubborn as certain Drules she knew.
Something had better happen to open this girl up, or she would explode.
Samara felt this..

Subj: Love Potion No 9: (Samara Tells A Story)
Samara had just happened to pass by Tamy's room at just the right time. She
through the partially open door and saw it. She picked it up off the floor.

A red silk sheer gown. It would lead little to the imagination. It had lace
upon it. Zarkon always did like his women to have a feminine touch. Samara
shuddered in memory.
Tamysan lay face down in bed, shivering. Samara put her hands on her
shoulders gently. Tamysan about jumped up out of her skin.
"Sammie-Ma!"
Samara smiled slightly. "Yes, it's me." She held the gown out to where Tamy
could see it. "A gift from Zarkon, yes?
Tamysan spat. "Get that thing away from me!"
Samara sighed. "I don't blame you, but he has done this before..The ones he
sent me years ago had red under garments with it. Hagar once said hers was a
mix of panels of lace and silk. Always red. She wore red silk tights and
garters for him in those days too. This was in the days when she was young
and beautiful."
Tamysan gave her a glare. "That is NOT comforting, Sammie-Ma!"
"It's not supposed to be, Tam. I think it is something that you should know
about. The man has a thing for you. You must have really impressed him with
you prowess. I wonder what is would be like to met him on equal footing like
you do Tam. He has not had a Warrior female in years."
"Oh, just dandy!" Tamysan cursed.
"Shush! Now let me finish! You young ones are so prone to anger! You must
learn to control your temper. You are a Drule now, and Drule tempers are
fierce unless you learn to control them. Now, lets see I was saying.."
"You were talking about warrior females..how Zarkon hadn't bagged one in
years.." Tamy said wearily.
"Yes. This was years and years before Lotor was born according to Hagar.
Before the Plague wiped out a lot of the fertile Drule women in the Galaxy.
She was a warrior woman from the other side of this planet. Zarkon then was a
prince - actually the youngest of three elder brothers. He was a spoiled
rotten prince, much like Lotor sometimes can be, BUT Zarkon was like that all
the time. He didn't have a very gentle heart.."
Tamy quirked an eyebrow - much like Lotor when he didn't believe something.
"And Hagar told you this?" she said.
Samara said, "Yes. She did. After she lost her looks, she'd get bored and she
would talk about her glory days and she would talk about the things she found
out about Zarkon through her crystal. It was interesting and it got my mind
off being a lowly maid. Anyway, one day.he saw a violet colored woman in his
father's court and instantly fell in love with her. Actually it was probably
more lust than love actually. It might even have been an obsession - like
Lotor has for Allura, I don't know. He wanted her She tall and she was
beautiful. She had a fierce but loving nature. A lot of good qualities. She
was a proper brought up woman with fierce passions. And although he tried
impressing her and charming her she would not look at him. She could see how
cold and cruel he could be and she did not want that. In fact she already was
engaged to another, but Zarkon did not care about this. He wanted her and he
would have her."
"Samara, I don't see the purpose for this story. It doesn't excuse what he
did." Tamysan said.
"I never said it did. Now stop interupting and let me finish. You got me
started now! At any rate, he watched her quite a bit and she really couldn't
do anything because they were staying at his father's court. He secretly had
her young man killed and she was in mourning for him. Zarkon bidded his time
and waited. When she came naturally into her heat, he raped her and then proclaimed that she was going to marry him and that was that. She refused but
he ignored it. Then Doom was attacked an old enemy of Zarkon's father. It was
a horrible attack. Zarkon's father and his brothers were killed. He survived
but was wounded trying to get to his intended. She escaped the castle and ran
out into the fighting rather than be forced to marry Zarkon. She was hit by
fire and he got to her as she was dying. Even as she died in his arms, she
fought him. After that his heart hardened even more so and he became bent on
power and conquest. He used women for his pleasure and his conquests. He
tried teaching that to Lotor but Lotor had the humaness of his mother. He
could not be and could never truly be like Zarkon. Zarkon still has her
picture hidden away. He has no idea Hagar and the rest of his harem know
anything about her."
"I see. And Hagar just found this out in her crystal out of the blue.."
"No. Actually Hagar got the image of her when she and Zarkon made love. It
would cross his mind and Hagar was a jealous one so she sought to find out.
"Ugh. The poor woman."
"Yes. Zarkon would have been just as cruel with her, but as I said it was
something you needed to know."
"Well, I am NOT going be some crazy replacement!" Tamysan raged. "Samara, he
scared the HELL out of me today! I froze up! I wanted to kill him but I let
him taunt me.."
"That is his way unfortunately. He wants to keep you off-balance. The way you
combat that is to just be yourself. Don't let him frighten you or bully you.
Of course you know that has it's good points and bad points."
Tamysan nodded. "Yes."
"Drule men are odd. They want and respect power. They want it in their women,
be they human or Drule. But they want softness and surrender. They are a
challenge, and yet they cannot abide a weakling or a female who lets them
walk over her without a fight. I have NEVER met a Drule male who wasn't like
that."
"Well, I am glad you told me this. But Zarkon better STAY away from me.." she
warned.
"I hope he does.." was all Samara said.
Subj: Re: Samara Tells a Story - er forgot to give CREDIT
Er - I FORGOT to credit Samara for the basis of the idea of my last post!!
So Samara there's your credit! Thanks!
tam

Subj: Love Potion No. 9 : Whuppin' In the Rack Room
Tamysan left her room feeling rather disturbed with what Samara had told her.
It bothered her. She really didn't need to know that about Zarkon. It only
heightened just how cruel and heartless he was.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts and wondered just where Moonsilk
was. She took a peep in Moonsilk's room. She wasn't there, although there
were boxes everywhere. She frowned. She was half-afraid she'd see Zarkon
again, but she was determined not to let him scare her again.
Tamysan heard some noise coming from the rackroom - noises of pleasure mixed
with almost agony. Male and female. What was Gina doing in there? Then she
heard a familar groan - Moonsilk! She ran down to the rackroom where Gina was
torturing Lotor and Moonsilk was being mauled - no! She was being raped by
several man-slaves!
Tamysan yelled, "What in the seven hells is GOING ON here!"
Gina turned from Lotor who was groaning in unrepressed agony. "Tamysan, come
here..Gina's being cruel..I need you.."
"Am not. It's what you deserve. Now hush. Hi, Tam want to join in on the -
hey, what are you doing?"
Tamysan took a spare whip off the wall and started to indescrimatingly whip
at the men on Moonie.
"GET OFF HER NOW!" She snarled, her rage a palpatable thing.
Most of them did scatter - except for the one currently thrusting into the
half-dazed Moon. Tamysan aimed her whip at the man's backside.
"I SAID GET OFF HER NOW!" She screamed and the man screeched in pain as he
stumbled to the floor. Tamysan went to Moonie and undid her bonds. Moonie
collasped in a heap, mumbling, "No..no..Zarkon..no..bastard..kill
you..hate.."
Gina said, "Tamysan, she was ENJOYING it! You ruined everything!"
Tamysan's eyes snapped in anger. "SO? The body can enjoy a lot of things but
that don't mean the mind likes it! I should know!"
"Oh come on! This was healing her! You want her to stay in her - "
Gina was cut off by Tamy who said, "Bullshit! You want to know something? I
enjoyed it with Zarkon! Oh yes! He caught me at just the right time and I
enjoyed it! Do you see ME happy? HELL NO! An orgasm isn't the cure for
everything, Gina.."
Lotor's eyes narrowed. "You - my father?"
Tamysan looked at him steadily, "I KNOW you've had Drule women during their
heat Lotor. Instinct drives them and YOU. So think what you will. I still
HATE what your father did. Especially that.."
"Maybe YOU need to be racked up.." Gina said.
"Just content yourself with Blue Boy over there, Gina." Then Tamysan said in
a softer voice. "I know you tried to help, Gina, but getting a bunch of guys
to screw Moonie just isn't going to do it. I don't know what will but I don't
think it's that.."
Gina sighed. "You KNOW I was only trying to help her, Tamy. She wouldn't come
to punish Lotor. YOU did. I saw you."
"I was angry. I am still angry, though not so much at Lotor anymore. I have
much to deal with Gina. If you had been caught by Zarkon, you would too."
Ram-O came by Tamysan's side.
"Let me take her over to Sarah.." he said gently. "May I take her, Mistress
Gina?"
"All right, Ram-O, you can take her.." Gina said.
Lotor ventured, "Since you are releasing Gina, you may release me.."
"Hah! You've been released.."
"From my restraints, wench!"
"Umm..not yet.." Gina said with a wicked smile.
Tamysan, and Ram-O carrying the half-conscious Moonsilk left the room..

Subj: (Dang Yahoo) Ram-O confesses and Zarkon visits the rack room
Moonie was still reeling from the "punishment" she had
gotten as Ram-O and the guard escorted her to her chambers.

Ram-O shook his head. "My Mistress went too far this time.
Mistress Moonie, I apologize. I've never known her to be
so...inconsiderate..." He bowed his head.

Moonie nodded. "I don't know what got...into her. She truly
is a bitch sometimes. I didn't need that....THAT anyhow,
I'm just fine."

Ram-O didn't raise his head.

More hurt by this than by almost anything else, she touched
his cheek. "I'm FINE, Ram-O....And as for Gina...she might
need a taste of her own medicine. Know what I mean?"

Ram-O winced. "Mistress-don't-"

"Don't WHAT?" she asked, reasonably enough. "What she did
was inexcusable. Sex isn't the answer to EVERYTHING. She
might have thought that she could...pleasure the pain away,
but..."

Ram-O turned away. He was torn. His loyalty to his Mistress
was absolute, but Moonie was right.

"Ram-O, has long has it been since Gina's had a good
whipping?"

That was it for Ram-O. He couldn't take it anymore. He
turned to leave.

She put a hand on his arm. "Well, has long HAS it been?"

He didn't like that look of sheer evil in her eyes.
"Mistress-"

She raised her eyebrows. "I would have thought that you
would jump at the chance to avenge me."

He finally looked at her, hurt all over him. "You don't
understand, Mistress. My loyalty to her is absolute. But
you...you..."

"What?"

He shook his head slowly, fighting the words, yet knowing
that he had to say them, and come what may.

"You...you..."

She let go of him, concerned. "What IS it?"

He met her eyes with his. The rest of the world ceased to
exist for him. All he knew was her, HER, and she was
waiting for the words, THE words, that would change SO much.

"I love you," he said in a croak.

She gasped. But she KNEW, somehow she'd ALWAYS known...from
day one he'd treated her so...so...

She began to cry. "But Ram-O...Zarkon...and Lotor
said...and...and...I..."

He moved to wipe the tears away. "You could be covered with
feces and I'll STILL love you. You are battered and torn,
but as long as your heart, spirit and soul are true, I'll
love you...even if you change somehow...I'll still love
you. Don't you understand?" He stroked her cheek. "And I am
torn."

He dropped his hand, bowed to her, then left the room.

She touched where his hand had. "Ram-O.....OH Ram-O..."

She sank to her knees where she was.

***

"WELL, what's going on in HERE? Can *I* join in?"

Fish-face stood in the doorway. He looked TERRIBLE. Moonie
and Tamy had really beaten the crap out of him.

"No," I said, then turned back to Lotor, who was now semi-
conscious...and sneering.

Zarkon crossed the distance between us in five strides. "NO
ONE refuses me..."

He snatched the whip out of my hands.

I snatched it back.
He grinned deviously. "Give me that whip...or else."

"Mistress, help me!" Alex yelled from the doorway.

I heard the evil devious laughter of Haggar.

I whirled. "What have you done to him, you fiend?"

He laughed. "Why, nothing...YET."

I heaved a sigh and gave him the whip, glad he doesn't know
I didn't earn my rank by just being on the GIVING end of
the whip.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him point to The Rack.

I quickly walked towards it and stood in front of it,
waiting for him to rack me up.

Before he did that he released Lotor, who supervised and
directed his father.

I narrowed my eyes. "Have you turned traitor, Prince?"

He slapped me.

Tears came to my eyes from the pain, but I didn't give them
the satisfaction of knowing how MUCH that slap hurt, both
inside and out.

"Don't be RIDICULOUS. We just happen to be in agreement for
once. It has been FAR too long since you have been whipped.
You have gotten too big for your stilettos."

He slapped me again.

"Father, since you are a guest, you may have the first-" he
grinned- "crack at her."

Zarkon raised the whip. "My son, it will be my PLEASURE."

I looked him dead in the eye. "Do your worst, you miserable
stinking slimy gruesome excuse for a Drule."

He raised his eyebrows. "An INSULT! That's IT, woman. Your
fate is sealed. This time tomorrow, you will no longer be
part of this Harem. THAT'S if you SURVIVE."

I was prepared for it, but the first hit hurt me even
deeper than I thought it would.

I looked skywards. The other Ladies hated me. I was sure of
it. I'd overstepped my bounds. If I did indeed survive
this, as I planned to, they'd banish me to the Lower Harem,
or, even much more worse than that, Zarkon's Harem.

That knowledge was far worse than the pain.

A terrible series of screams and crashes came from the
hallway.

"Mistress!"

"Araii!"

"OH my God..."

"Leave her ALONE!"

"No..no...leave me here...I deserve this..."

(some VERY foul curses)

"If I survive this...never ever again will I do such a
thing to any one ever again...and I'll get my DAILY
whipping to keep my ass in line..."

"SILENCE, WENCH!"

"Don't you DARE tell her to be quiet!"

My head jerked. "Remy?"

The whip sliced into my skin, leaving what I was sure were
permanent marks. I had to hand it to Zarkon. He sure knows
how to whip people.

"How strong are you NOW, wench? You are not so tough
now...maybe Moonie can punish you the way you did her,
hmmmmmm? Or maybe I-"

I winced and looked away as he gave Lotor the whip and then
removed all of what was left of his clothes.

Lotor chuckled in admiration. "So I DID inherit mine!"

Even with my eyes closed I had a sense of how big Zarkon
was, of how he would feel inside me...

The whip hit my stomach, but lost in thought, I barely felt
it.

"That was an excellent hit as always, Father."

Haggar's laugh reached my ears again. "YES, Sire...PUNISH
her! It is LONG overdue..and when you are done with her,
I'll have fun with Alex...then Luxor..then ALL of her man-
slaves!"

I screamed silently. No...no way would SHE touch them...!
But I couldn't escape. I thought I COULD. But I'd been
bound TOO well.

"You're being TOO rough, Father...maybe I should take that
whip from you for a time."

I opened my eyes.

Zarkon's face was thisclose to my neck.

What was he, a bleedin' vampire?

I spat on his face.

He slapped my face so hard I nearly bit my tongue in half.

"You will die for that," he hissed, raising the whip very,
very high.

"Then KILL me!" I screamed. "KILL me...but spare the
men...You bloody blasted flippin' beetard!"

"That's not something you hear every day," Lotor wise-
cracked.

Zarkon and I ignored him. Our eyes locked as he began to
bring the whip back down...aiming, it seemed, for my crotch.

Keith was next to him and holding the end of the whip in a
flash. "That's ENOUGH," he said.

Lotor shoved him off. "How DARE you interrupt?"

He and Keith got into a fight.

I made many peaces with the Almighty as Zarkon re-raised
the whip as if nothing had happened.


Uh oh!
(Bom bom bommmmmmmm!)
Will the other Ladies save me, or will they let me become
one with the universe?

HAS Lotor turned traitor?

And just what IS Haggar doing with (hopefully not TO) Alex?

take it away....?
nutbug
Love Potion No. 9: Dealin' In The Rackroom
Tamysan was headed back for the main harem room when she heard the crack of
the whip from the rack room. Gina again. She was just too whip happy!
Wait..
The crack - it didn't have the sound of Gina's hand. It had the sound of a
heavier hand. Lotor? She had to see...
She gasped! There was Zarkon, and Lotor! Zarkon was whipping Gina and he was
whipping her hard! Welts were forming from the cuts on her skin and Lotor was
just watching and laughing! And Hagar! Good Lord, she was practically raping
one of the man-slaves! What Gina had done was inexcusable, but she didn't
deserve to be whipped to death - and that was certainly what Zarkon appeared
to be doing.
Then Keith somehow appeared out of nowhere and he and Lotor started fighting.
Zarkon raised the whip again, his smile evil and determined.

She ran out into the din and jumped onto Zarkon's back, pummelling him.
"Stop! Stop it!" she yelled.
Zarkon growled, and grabbed her by the arm. He flipped her over to face him.
"Well! If it isn't MY bed wench! Want to join in the fun?" he sneered.
Tamysan's eyes were filled with anger. "Leave her alone.." she glanced at
Lotor and Keith who were fighting. "Stop it, you two!"
Zarkon's eyes glittered. "You seem to be giving many orders my dear..*I* rule
here and I am merely doling out just punishment."
"You're killing her!"
"That's the plan, dear. Now get out of the way!"
Gina mumbled, "I deserve it, Tamy. I've made my peace. Let him finish."
"No! You don't, Gina! You meant well. It was a mistake, but you shouldn't die
for it!"
Zarkon grinned, "What an angel of mercy you are my dear. Ah, if you were but
that kind to me.."
Hagar said, "Hurry up! The sight of blood turns me on! Man-slave, stay still!
Mama wants some hot lovin'!"
Tamysan's stomach lurched. Oh Lotor - how could he have done this! Gina's
actions were wrong but - she had to do something. Lotor certainly wasn't
going to.
"Move, wench, or would you like the same?" Zarkon growled.
Gina said softly, "Tamy, I deserve this.."
"No. This won't make anything right.." She took a deep breath. "Zarkon, I
have a proposition for you.."
The old king's eyebrow raised. "Ah? A proposition? What KIND of proposition?"
Gina said, "Tamy don't.."
"I will stay in your Harem for one week. I will wear that red negligee and
anything else you desire. I will be what you want me to be, and do what you
desire - but only for you and for one week, IF you release Gina and make sure
she is treated for her wounds by Sarah."
"Tamy, no! I'm not worth it!" Gina moaned.
"Silence, wench! Hmmm..a week eh? And you will do everything I desire?"
Zarkon asked.
"Yes.I will - for Gina's survival. Wait. Make that Gina's survival, she stays
in Lotor's Harem AND Hagar doesn't touch her man-slaves. There are other men
about.."
Hagar cursed, "Don't LISTEN to her, sire!"
Lotor and Keith stopped fighting to listen incredulously.
"Shut up, old witch! We are negotiating here.." he smiled wickedly.
"Hmm..you've caught me in a very good mood, my dear, and I do admit, our last
coupling was quite stimulating. I'm sure you do agree on that point.."
Tamysan resisted the urge to cringe and said, "Do we have a deal?"
Zarkon said, "TWO weeks with me - separated from my Harem. NO rescues, NO
attempts to leave. You will do everything I wish and you WILL be willing - I
will make sure of that.." he grinned. "For two weeks you will MY exclusive
property.."
"And Gina?"
"Tamy, no..god don't DO this.." Gina said pleadingly.
Lotor just stood there stunned, unbelieving at the turn of events. He took a
sharp breath. Dear gods. She was right. He was acting like his father..
"Shut up, stiletto heeled bitch..you're fortunate that you have such a
delectable champion.." Zarkon said.
Keith suddenly whipped out his laser gun and aimed it at Zarkon.
"Don't move, you sorry bastard or I'll blow you to kingdom come!" he warned.
Zarkon laughed and said, "Boy, you think I've lived THIS long without
preparing for such trifles as yours?" he glanced at Hagar who gestured.
Keith's weapon flew out of his hand.
"Why don't you finish the commander off, Lotor? He's obviously been screwing
with your whip-happy slut here..." he smirked.
Lotor just stood there. He couldn't believe what he had done. What he had
allowed to happen.
Zarkon frowned. "Knew it. Knew you wouldn't come through.." he turned to
Tamysan. "You may release her and call for your Doctor.."
Tamysan turned to release Gina who moaned in protest at being released and
from the whip marks. They had cut deeper than she had believed. Zarkon
reached out and caressed Tamysan's hip.
Tamysan snarled in Drule. "Not yet! The deal is not done yet! I want the
doctor AND I want Hagar off her hobby horse! That's disgusting!"
Zarkon laughed. "You heard her, Hagar. Get off that pitiful man-slave NOW and
summon the Harem Doctor. - the pregnant one."
Hagar grumbled about the unfairness of her life but got off the man-slave who
promptly fainted from the horror of being mounted by the Shriveled Twivel!
Hagar summoned the doctor while Tamysan attended to Gina who was slumped
over.
"Gina..you'll be all right now.." she whispered.
"Tamysan, I wish you hadn't of done this..I didn't deserve it.."
"You don't deserve to die for it. I was angry. Moon is angry, but we still
love you. It wouldn't be Lotor's Harem without you.."
Zarkon suddenly jerked up Tamysan by the arm as Sarah came in with her
medical kit.
"Holy Mother of God, what happened?" Sarah glared at Zarkon and then at Lotor
who still just stood there stunned.
"Just attend to your patient, doctor. Make her well - completely." Zarkon
smirked. "And you Lotor. Keep her in your Harem - that's an order too." Lotor
didn't seem to hear. He released Tamy for a moment to put on his robe and
secure it.
"Now, my dear. I have done my part of the bargain, now it is time for YOUR
part of the bargain.." he grinned.
"Yes." Tamysan said flatly.
He chucked her chin. "Yes, what, my dear?"
"Yes, sire.." she growled lowly.
"That's my Tigress.." he leaned over her and pinched her breast painfully.
"Come along, my dear..pleasure awaits!" He took her arm and she willingly
went with him towards the door.
As he went toward the door Zarkon said, "Oh and Hagar. Why don't you try for
Captain Gorjon? I am sure he will be very lonely.."
Tamysan gasped. "No! Not Gorjon! That wasn't part of - "
Zarkon cut her off. "Didn't I tell you, my dear? This deal can be changed at
anytime by myself as I see fit. You, however, must stick to your agreement,
otherwise I will make sure that the whip-slut dies an agonizing death."
A single sob escaped Tamysan, but she would not cry - not in front of Lotor
or Zarkon. She looked at Keith as if to say, "take care of Gina.." and then
she looked at Lotor in half-pity and half-loathing. Sarah started to say
something but then shut up. If she had not been pregnant, she'd boil the old
fish where he stood! And Lotor! He had something to do with this too! They
were going to find out sooner or later, but this "deal" that Tamy made bode
no good.
After the two left and Hagar scuttled off in search of Gorjon to break the
news, Sarah attended to Gina and Keith was by her side.
He glared at Lotor, "You bastard..how could you let this happen! You claim to
love these girls and you do this!" He pointed at Gina, then he said, "Then
you let one of your women go to that bastard of a father of yours! I'd say
she had more guts and compassion than you, Lotor!"
Lotor glared at him sullenly, but guilt assaulted him and he sighed heavily.
He looked at Gina in pain. He had done this. He had let his father do this.
He looked at the door where Zarkon had taken Tamy out of. He had let her walk
into his father's arms. He had let her sacrifice herself for Gina, when it
was he who should have. Two weeks. His father would not let her go after two
weeks.. What had he done?
What HAD he done?

(Eep! Wheehaa..and it goes on and on!)

Samara Finds Out
Zarcon laughed and said, "Boy, you think I've lived THIS long without >

Samara stirred in Dragon's arms.
"What is it, Ma?"
"The fear level is high Dragon. Get your clothes on we need to go. There are
dark clouds of energy from Gina's rack room and Zarcons bed room! I feel
people are hurting! Lotor is so hurt and confused. We must leave now!"

The room stank of blood, fear and agony. Samara and Dragon could hardly take
it. Gina, white as a ghost, and unconscious was being taken out on a
stretcher.
Samara was cut off by the moans of Lotor in the
corner.
Lotor hung his head in shame. "Everything is ruined. Ma Father and I, well
father that is..no I too - we - we punished Gina for what she did to
Moonsilk. I let Father whip Gina, she angered him and Tamy - " he choked.
"My ego caused this. I almost lost Gina, Ma. One of my favorite harem girls
and Tamy did what I should have done!"
Samara's heart lurched. She feared the worst. "What did she do!"
"Tam sentenced herself to two weeks of hell in father harem Ma. She gave
herself to him to save Gina. And I am the cause Ma. My warrior ego took over
my good sense, my love, my humanity....Ut was as if I wasn't even married to
them anymore, Ma.."
Samara said, "Lotor there is no time to waste. Tamy in the arms of that fend
is not fair to her or Moonie. You know he won't let her go."
Dragon shook his head,
Dragon there is only one thing to do."
" Ma ...No don't do it. I know what you're thinking.."
"Dragon how else is Tamy going to get out of this? Hagar knows this is too
much for the younger girls. Zarkon has humiliated me time and time again.
What is one more time Dragon?"
"Ma that is not the answer. Zarkon will have his way and may become even more
demanding."
"Dragon better me than those girls. what do I have to lose Dragon?"
At that Samara fled the room into the passage way to Zarcons side of the
Castle.

OOPS!! Last post - "Samara Finds Out" IS Samara's!!
sorry!
tam

The Other Side Of The Bargain
He pushed her into his bedchambers, grinning with anticipation. She stumbled
to the bed, catching herself, willing herself not to be afraid. Sex was all
he wanted and sex would be all he'd get. It wasn't as if he could touch her
heart or her soul, thank goodness. He'd take her and he'd be satisfied.
She stood stock still as he stood behind her and ran his hands up and down
her hips. Zarkon hissed, "I think I shall take you this way, tigress.." he
hissed in her ear as he slid up her gown. Tamysan shivered.
"Cold? I'll soon warm up your insides quite nicely,my dear.." Zarkon pulled
her to him closely.
"Just go ahead, Zarkon. I will not resist you.." Tamysan said.
He frowned. "And you won't respond either. Oh no, Tigress. I don't want a
block of ice. I want heat.." he nuzzled her neck and she bristled.
He twined his fingers in her hair and pulled. "I've seen you with Captain
Gorjon, wench. I know how willing you can be!"
"Just get it over with.." Tamysan hissed.
Zarkon smiled. "Oh, you ARE still full of fire aren't you? I know how to get
that out of you, my dear.." he knocked her down to the bed and she just lay
there, waiting for the inevietable. She heard him rumaging about and then
suddenly flipped her over on her back.
"Here..some wine to relax you.." he uncorked a wine bottle and forced it down
her throat. A lot of it spilled on her which he eagerly licked off her throat
while she closed her eyes in disgust. A shiver passed through her. She hated
alcohol, but maybe it would dull things a little.
Zarkon started tearing off her clothes, his hands eagerly roaming about.
Come on..senses dull out already..
"Respond to me, tigress.. a bargain is a bargain.." he hissed in her ear as
he flipped her over on her stomach.
A soft moan escaped her. Oh god. No dulling. Just a tingling. The old bastard
gave her something. He had taken off his robe, for she could feel the familar
rub of his skin against her own. Two weeks of this. How was she going to get
through with this.. She moaned as his hands slipped all over her, unable to
fight him. She had made a deal and she would stick to it.
He slipped into her brutally, biting the nape of her neck as he did so. He
did not bite too deeply though, but still drew blood.
"Pretty tigress, you'll growl for me.."
Tamysan relaxed against him, letting her body flow against him. She let
herself drift, trying to get away from the sensation, whatever he gave her
didn't dull but heightened her senses. Oh why didn't he just take her and
just be done with it?
He grunted and growled, whispering obsenities in her ears and taunting her
for her responses, egging her on, driving mercilessly into her.
"My tigress..yess dear.that's it.."
Moments later, she gasped and then he did as well. Tamy was thankful for the
moment it was over, but shamed that he had humilated her again. She would do
it if it meant saving Gina though. She couldn't understand what his game was,
unless he simply wanted to torture her. She felt his weight on her and just
didn't care anymore. It felt as if they had been this way forever, that she
had never known nothing else. Maybe her time in Lotor's Harem had been but a
strange dream. Maybe this was all she had ever known. He rolled off her,
flipped her over on her back and ran his hand all over her posessively.
Tamysan only shook a little, simply letting him. It didn't matter anymore.
She said she would be what he wanted.
"Give us a kiss, tigress.." he smirked.
Tamysan reached up and kissed the repulsive mouth. A bargain was a bargain..

When Samara had reached the end of the passage and peeked in, she knew she
had been too late..

Samara's post
(this post is Samara's )

Samara stood motionless at the end of Zarkon's bed. Tears were building up in
her eyes and her fists were clenched in rage.
<<"The old bastard. No, YOU old bastard! How could you! She and
Moonie are children next to you. If you need to hurt someone why not those of
us in your own Harem King Zarkon! You will never find her again Zarkon. The
one and only love of your life, More than Lotor's Mother and more than
Hagar.">>

Zarkon seen to stir in his sleep. Samara concentrated all the energy she
could muster. Nothing in comparison to Hagar but enough to leave the thought
waves of hurt, hate and anger in his mind. Tam began to move under the king.
Her eyes opened to see Samara standing over her. She could see a thin ray of
light coming from Samara's forehead.
A though of << SILENCE...>> came from the maid toward her.
<< " I will replace you Tam. The thoughts I placed in Zarkon's mind may tame
him a bit. I have nothing to lose child...">>
Tamysan looked at Samara wearily and thought back, < Gina is worth this and then some. I cannot go back on my word.."
<< Lotor is grieving Tamy please come back. We have no time to lose. The king
is becoming conc....>>
(Uh oh..what next?)

Meanwhile, in the Harem medical chambers...
(Tamy, my widdle whipped cream love, my skin's too
Kraft-caramel-colored to turn white! But I 'preciate
the imagery. :>)

Keith was squeezing my hand hard enough to hurt. In
reflex I squeezed back despite my unconcious,
near-comatose condition.

"That's a good sign," Sarah said as she prepared me
for minor surgery.

Around them and me, several lab assistants monitored
my vitals.

Keith winced. "That's a very long needle, Doc."

Sarah shrugged. "It's just general anethesia. She's
going to have to be out for a while."

Keith looked at me with mixed fondness and pain.
"She's *already* out, isn't she?"

Sarah shook her head no. "When I lifted her eyelids
her eye movements indicated that she's still with us.
But I have to move quickly. The bleeding's kinda
severe. I have to stitch and nip and..."

Keith tuned out, his stomach lurching. He wasn't
afraid of what was going to happen, but the fact that
all of this could have been avoided and that someone
he was fond of had to have this done because of it...

"Damn you, Zarkon..."

"I agree," Lotor said weakly from the doorway.

Keith whirled, then growled as he ran over to him.

Lotor didn't resist Keith's fists, knees and feet. He
let him pummel and beat and kick and draw blood
without a word.

"STOP THAT!" Sarah screamed.

Keith ignored her.

Sarah motioned to the assistants. "Knock BOTH of them
out. QUICKLY."

Armed with hypos, a few of the assistants went to this
task.

***

I barely heard this ruckus. I was remembering the pain
and thinking that I had just a teeny idea of how Tamy
and Moonie must have felt.



What had I DONE to Moonie? What had I been THINKING?

won't they just let me die>

But the Ladies NEEDED me...DIDN'T they?



And Tamy had sacrificed herself for me...I couldn't
allow that...no freakin' way...





But I was SO tired...SO tired...

The anethesia was taking effect. I drifted into total
unconciousness.

soon as I can...>

***

Keith and Lotor lay many feet apart on beds, each as
unconcious as I was.

Sarah heaved many a sigh of relief as she and the lab
assistants prepared for surgery.

"NOW we can get things done around here!" she
remarked.
-------------------------------
Oh man, I'm going under the knife while Tamy goes
through hell again! Hope the doc's done with me soon
so I can do something about it...
nutbug

LPNNA- 3
Yah, I am adding...but you can do yourself a favor and not read it...I
think I am suffering from hormonal writing malfunction...hoo-boy...
----

I stayed in my kneeling position in the doorway to my room for several
long minutes; long after Ram-O had left, and long after I heard the
excitement in the corridors. I knew something major had occured, but I
couldn't seem to will my exhausted body to get up off the floor, nor
could I seem to stifle the tears that were streaming silently down my
cheeks.
I supposed it didn't really matter, however. What's done is done, and
what happens from here on out was going to happen whether I wanted it to
or not. With great effort, I rose to my feet and stood as tall as I
could. I wasn't short by any stretch of the imagination, and why on Doom
I was referred to as "pixie", I will probably never know. I supposed it
could be my facial features, but other than that, I looked more like an
amazon than a pixie.

The thought made me laugh out loud, and the tears came harder with the
laughter. I didn't bother to wipe them away, I just let them flow as I
started down the corridor towards the area where I had heard the
commotion erupt.

All was silent now, and I strode along the hall with little real concern
for anything or anyone that might have seen or heard me. I had already
been subjected to the ridicule and scorn of Lotor, his father earlier,
and now the numerous man-slaves Gina had sicced on me.

I had no idea what she had been hoping to accomplish, but now I merely
felt as if I needed a long bath - one that would hopefully drown me. I
chuckled and shook my head, momentarily looking myself over. My outfit
was mussed and torn in a few places, and dirt had ground into the thin
material where it looked like it had been stepped on.

I was dirtier than dirty, and it wasn't just my clothing. Being mauled
by several man-slaves on a hard floor did nothing to keep the bare flesh
dirt-free. Not to mention the fact that at least three of them had gone
through me before someone put a stop to it. I supposed I was just as
dirty inside as I was outside.

How quaint.

I chuckled some more, a dry, hoarse, bitter sound.

My laughter abruptly turned into a bleak frown, however, and I continued
to make my way down the corridor, my mind slightly dulled by lack of
sleep and the events that had just recently occured. Abruptly, an image
of Ram-O lit along the edges of my thoughts. He had said he loved me. I
chuckled once again. Poor misled boy. Love...I suppose he had yet to
learn that it doesn't exist. Poor misled boy. He will fall as hard as
me when he realizes the truth. I chuckled a little harder, the sound
still dry, craggy, bitter, fresh tears slipping down my cheeks unnoticed.

As I approached the corridor leading to Sarah's office, I could hear
moans and groans echoing out from the room, and, as usual, my interest
was piqued - no matter the circumstances I was always one to be attracted
by morbid fascination. Especially as of late.

I carefully peeked in through the door, and quirked an eyebrow at the
sight of both Keith and Lotor laid out and sleeping noisily on stretchers
as a masked and gloved Sarah quickly used needle and thread to seal up
several whiplike wounds along Gina's obviously unconcious body. Several
of Sarah's attendants stood nearby, also masked and gloved, preping more
needles and offering suction to the wounds where needed.
Well, this is a bit of a shock, I thought, my mind abruptly racing with
random thoughts. Obviously I missed something between my own visit to
the Rack Room and my visit to Sarah's office. And, since when does Sarah
perform surgery in her office? Either it was a severe emergency, or it's
only minor surgery. It actually only looks like stitching, but a lot of
stitching...

I pulled back from the doorway and frowned thoughtfully.

"Moon."

I abruptly heard Sarah call my name, and peeked back in through the door.

"Hmmm?"

"Moon, I'm glad you're here." She began, without looking up from her
patient, "I think I need your assistance." She paused and snipped the
thread she had used to stitch up one of the lacerations along Gina's
torso, then moved to another. "I don't have anything but saline solution
stocked in here. I was hoping that the saline would be enough, however,
it doesnt appear to be so. Gina's pressure is dropping...fast..."She
trailed off, then hastily, "Your's and Gina's charts are sitting on top
of my desk...go look up the blood types in each, please. Hurry."

I shrugged and pushed through the door, then did as she asked, without
asking why, retrieving the charts from the desk. I walked over to
Sarah. "Looks like we have the same blood type."
"I thought so." She remarked. "Get over on that stretcher, Moon." She
ordered quickly, motioning to a nearby gurney.

I shrugged again and did as I was told.

Sarah proceeded to dole out orders to her attendants, who hastily set me
up with an I.V. and began to pump my blood into the motionless form of
Gina.

I turned my head to one side and chuckled quietly. Well, ain't this just
the icing on the cake, I thought. After everything, here I am, laying on
a gurney and donating my blood to Gina, of all people.

Ah, well, whoever said a bad deed went punished was wrong. Or, was that
a good deed went unpunished?

I chuckled again and closed my eyes, muttering aloud. "Eh, who the hell
cares."

I barely heard Sarah make a garbled remark before darkness seeped into my
mind and overwhelmed me with an inky sleep.

----
Yeah, I know, it sucks, but, I am tired and cranky, and well...hehehe,
just not feeling my usual self...sue me...hehehe
Moonie - GOP

A Ghostly Encounter!
(Since Sammie-Ma is going to INDIA (yes THAT India) for two weeks starting
Saturday I'm going to kinda put her somewhere for now BUT she'll still be
showing up..also this turned out to be a topsy-turvy post. I was sooo stuck
on what to come up with so I just sat down and this is what came out..tam)

<< Lotor is grieving Tamy please come back. We have no time to lose. The king
is becoming conc....>>

"Conscious, wench? Make that awake! I've always been a light sleeper!" Zarkon
sat up in bed. Tamy scrambled to cover herself with a sheet.

Samara stood her ground. She was going to trade herself for Tamy and nothing
was going to stop her!

Zarkon eyed her up and down. "Hmm, you're the dancer..yes. I've run into you
before..come to join us?" he smirked evily.

Samara took a deep breath. "I've come to trade.."

"Trade?" Zarkon asked. "Hmm..seems there are a lot of those lately, wench.
Tell me.."

"You let Tamysan go and I will take her place." Samara said.

"Oh? How tempting, my sprite..but she still has to pay me.." Zarkon turned
slightly and started to drag the sheet off Tamy's body. Tamysan gamely held
the sheet to her angrily.

"Have you lost your taste for minitatures?" Samara said archly.

Zarkon's eyes flickered over Samara's body. She held back a shudder.

"You're Samara.." he smirked. "Ah, the times I had with you, my little
wench."..

"Yes. Those times can be yours again, Zarkon - if you let Tamysan go."

Tamysan shivered as Zarkon finally ripped the sheet away from her body. He
pulled her up and dragged her to an upright position on his lap. He fondled
her in front of Samara.

"Ah, but Sammie-Ma. How could I? She volunteered. She made a bargain. I kept
my part and now she will keep hers.."

"Zarkon..I beg of you. You can do what you wish with me. I can take what you
dish out. You know that." Samara said.

"Oh, yes, I do.." he smirked. "But why should I get rid of a warrior woman? I
will keep you both! It is my perogative as king after all." he smirked,
stroking Tamy's hip.

"Stop that!" Tamy slapped his hand.

"Oh my! Fiesty this day aren't we?" he grinned.

"Yes! How can you be this way? You're a poor choice for a bridegroom.."
Tamysan said.

Zarkon suddenly looked slightly startled as did Samara She felt an echo
through the room and it chilled her. Was it a ghost? Hagar, maybe? Zarkon
spoke as if he were in a trance.

"D'elijah..you should be honored! I am a prince and one day I will be king!"

Samara watched this with interest. It was as if they were in a play of some
sort. D'elijah..was that her name? They were in the past! Somehow something
was making them speak the lines - relive the past!

Tamysan suddenly leaped from his lap in a fluid movement. She raged, "I am
NOT honored! You killed Drarus, I know you did! You're evil, through and
through. I would rather DIE than be forced to marry you!"

Zarkon leaped up and it seemed to Samara that his form was of a youthful man.
He was a little more handsomer to look at, though he was never as beautiful
as Lotor was. Samara could really feel the magic in the air now, it both
thrilled her and frightened her.

He grabbed Tamysan by the shoulders and snarled, "You WILL marry me! You will
sit by my side and you will have my children, and you will be mine! You ARE
mine! I HAD you and you enjoyed it, D'elijah!"

Tamysan jerked away with almost unatural strength. "You took me in heat, you
fiend! You took what should have been Drarius' and you know it! I curse you,
Zarkon! One day you'll be defeated by your own son! You'll gain your empire
but you'll lose your own soul! This day I will die and you will get what you
want but you won't get me!" Tamysan suddenly laughed as she ran to the door
without a stitch on and jerked at it. It miraculously opened. Zarkon started
to chase after her when he suddenly collapsed and started to mumble,
"D'elijah..ah why did you?"
Samara knew she needed to chase after Tamy, but she only needed a minute. She
smiled and she focused her concentration on Zarkon.
<> Hopefully he would forget
the bargain that Tamy had made. Samara willed him to do this and again she
sensed the magic and this time she did sense Hagar's presence. So the old
witch DID feel some sort of remorse!
Zarkon crumpled to the floor, suddenly asleep and snoring. Samara turned to
go out the door after Tamy when suddenly Dragon burst into the passageway,
his pistol out ready to kill! He quickly surveyed the situiation, noticed the
door, Tamysan being gone, and Zarkon asleep He grabbed Samara.
"Wait..Dragon!" she whispered. "Tamysan.."
He cut her off. "She's out of here and so are you! I'm locking you in my
chambers and I will keep you there in bed occupied! If you do this again..I
will - !" He suddenly kissed her with a passion and carried her off into the
passageway, Samara struggling all the way. Zarkon remained deeply asleep
oblivious.
*********
Tamysan ran down the halls, nude, still under whatever it was took her over.
She headed somewhere, she knew not where. She was still in Zarkon's part of
the castle and as D'elijah she emited that intoxicating scent of a Drule
woman. This scent caught the attention of a Drule guard - his name was Gahr.
He caught the scent and saw the woman. He recognized her. She had been with
the little pixie - the sweet human. He smiled a predatory smile and started
to give chase...

Gorjon To The Rescue
Tamysan ran and ran, trying to get away from Zarkon. Her mind was clouded
still. She was D'elijah? No. Tamysan. It didn't matter. She was free from
Zarkon!
She laughed - a tinkling laugh of elation, when strong arms caught her.
She yelped as the strong arms lifted her up and carried her into one of the
darkened rooms and slammed the door behind him. It was a storage closet.
Tamysan hissed and turned around with a fury. Her nails were extended like
claws at her abductor, aimed for his face. Gahr saw Tamy's action and quickly
caught her wrists, pushing her to the floor.
"There is no bed, sensual one. But we don't need one..Your friend was a
tasty morsel for a Terran woman. Now I shall have a trueblooded one.."
Gahr tasted the hollow of her throat with his tongue.
Tamysan moaned softly, "Drarius, yes.."
Gahr only felt the melting of her body's tension and the sweet scent of her.
She could call him anything she wanted so long as she moved like that..
"Wench.." Gahr started to remove his clothing quickly, intent upon having
this woman who was so helpless before him. He - a guard, not even in the
upper eshelons of Zarkon's troops had had one of Lotor's vaunted Scribes and
now he would have Zarkon's wench as well! This thought roused him further.
Suddenly Tamysan's eyes widened as if she came to full reality.
"Wha - ? Who are you? How did I get here?" She recognized him and she
recogized his intent.
"No!!" she screamed and fought him.
Gahr held her down, seeking to gain entrance. It didn't matter if she did
fight him, it would be exciting either way.
He hissed, "First you want it, then you don't, love. I'm going to have you
any way.." Gahr's teeth started to nip at one of her breasts and then with a
lurch, he painfully ripped into her. Tamysan screamed and then the door flew
open. A moment later Gahr was pulled off her by her rescuer.
It was Gorjon and all the fires of hell were in his eyes. He attacked Gahr
who didn't have a chance against him, for Gorjon had sparred with Lotor
himself and knew moves - killing moves that Gahr did not know. He beat Gahr
savagely but didn't kill him.
Gorjon called for a doctor and then scooped up Tamysan in his cloak and took
her out of the closet. She laid her head on Gorjon's chest, disbeliveing that
she was actually in Gorjon's arms.
"Oh, Gorjon..how can you love me when I've been - " Tamysan whispered.
"Shhh.." he smiled slightly. "Let us go back.."
Love Potion No 9: Da Bomb..(soap opera time)
Tamysan woke up in Sarah's office. Gorjon was sitting in a chair very close
by. Was she actually here? She sat up a little and looked around. Sarah sat
in a chair, looking rather weary. She saw Tamy and got up.
Tamysan smiled. "Hey, Sarah.."
Sarah smiled tiredly. "Glad you could join us. Gorjon told me what happened."
"Oh." Tamysan said, remembering the guard. "That..it's sort of a blur.."
"I imagine it is. I've run some tests on you, and you are okay physically.."
she seemed to hedge a little as if she didn't want to say something but knew
she had to.
Gorjon stirred in his chair, woke up and stretched. He smiled, got up and
kissed Tamy on the lips.
"Hello, lovely beauty.." he held her hand.
Tamysan smiled, "Hello, Gorjon.."
Sarah said, "Tamysan..I must tell you something.."
Tamy said, "Gina! No! Is she - ?"
"Gina is recovering. It was touch and go and I admit it was no picnic, but
she is resting, but she is not conscious yet."
"Thank goodness.." Tamysan said with a sigh.
"Tamysan.." Sarah said with a serious tone to her voice.
"What? What's - wrong?" Tamysan looked at Sarah worriedly.
"It's your tests - the ones I gave after you were first attacked by Zarkon."
"You gave me an anti-preganancy pill.." Tamysan gripped Gorjon's hand,
feeling scared.
"I did, but.."
Gorjon said, "No. It cannot. - "
"It is. You are pregnant with Zarkon's baby.." Sarah said woodenly.
Tamysan let out a grasp. "It can't be - it might be Gorjon's or - or Lotor's!"
Sarah shook her head. "No, I have checked and double checked. I carry all DNA
samples of all males - including Zarkon's. It is his.."
"Oh by the gods.." Gorjon looked sick.
Sarah said, "It is still very, very early. You are fortunate that pregnancy
is determined within days of conception now. The baby can be aborted quite
easily. No one need know - especially Zarkon."
Gorjon's face darkened. "I will kill him. This day, this MINUTE I will KILL
him!"
"Gorjon, please don't leave me.." Tamysan said in a small voice.
This stopped his rage. Again, Zarkon had hurt her. He wanted so badly to take
his sword and geld the old bastard, but Tamy needed him right now.
Sarah said, "It is your choice, Tamy. No one else in the Harem needs to know
this either."
Tamysan sighed. "No, I don't wish to kill it.."
Gorjon said, "WHAT?"
Tamysan looked at Gorjon. "Even a child of Zarkon's deserves life, Gorjon. It
didn't ask to be here.."
Gorjon said, "Tamy! You don't know what you're saying! You can't stay here
and bear that - thing's child!"
Tamysan closed her eyes. "It won't make things right by killing it. Look at
Lotor.."
Gorjon shook her. "Tamy! Think! If that old bastard knew - he could have you
killed!"
Sarah said soberly, "Or worse, claim you and the child. He has been
disatisfied with Lotor."
"I could leave.." Tamysan said.
Gorjon said, "You can't leave - wait..I can ask Lotor to return my home
planet..let me rule it for him..then you can be my Queen!" Gorjon's face lit
up.
"But what about Lotor?" Tamysan said worriedly.
"Lotor! He LET Zarkon whip Gina! He actually laughed! This from someone who
cares! I love you more than anything, Tamysan and if you want to keep your
baby from that bastard, you must come with me. I can keep you safe!"
Tamysan looked at Gorjon. "I will have to think on it.."
Gorjon said flatly. "There is nothing to think about, Tamysan. You can keep
it hidden, but for how long? A few months? Zarkon has sharp eyes. He'll find
out eventually.everyone knows he's talked about replacing Lotor.."
Sarah said, "If you are sure about this, Tamysan, I must start you on
vitamins right away."
"I'm sure. I won't kill this baby even if it is Zarkon's.." she said tiredly.
Gorjon said, "Doc, I'd like to take Tamysan to her room so she can sleep. Is
she released?"
Sarah said, "Yes, aside from her pregnancy, she is fine, despite her ordeal."
Gorjon lifted her up in his arms.
"Come, Tamy. I will take you to your room and you can sleep.."
"Hmmm..thank you Gorjon.." she said sleepily.
He carried her off to her room.
Sarah watched them go and shook her head. Gods knew what Lotor would say when
he found out. She looked at his sleeping form on the table. Hm, the tranqs
should be wearing off soon...She left the room to go attend to some last
minute detail.

What she did not realize was that Lotor DID hear and that he just laid there,
frozen. He had caused this - his pride and arrogance..Gods, he was the worlds
biggest fool. Allura was right. All he did was destroy...

************

The assistant nurse who was on duty smiled as he left his duty station. He
was tired. The shift had been hectic, but it was worth it. Before he went to
his room to sleep, he needed to report something he had found out along with
the evidence. ..

Zarkon would be very interested..very interested indeed.

(Eep! Uh oh! Gina unconscious! Moonie still angry, Tamysan preggers! One
really beat up guard , a spy in the doc's office and Sparky Zarky a dad! What
WILL happen next? Join in!! Wheeehaa!)

Subj: Gina in the Twilight Zone (real quick, I'm heading out the door)
Pain....lots of pain, almost unbearable pain.









Oh GOD, this is MY fault, it's all MY fault, I took
without asking, without permission...*I* am the one
that is not worthy..

'Moonie...can you EVER forgive me? You don't HAVE to,
but could you ever find it in your heart to...YOU are
worthy, YOU are loved...not *I*, who didn't even watch
what was going on...'

'I shall meditate on this, on the destruction that I
caused..if I cannot find peace within my heart, soul
and spirit, if I cannot find it within me to continue
my duties...'

More of the pain. I could feel myself break into a
thick sweat.

'...If I cannot do my duties as well as I did before I
lost my way..I will have to leave...'



'Lotor?...Don't call my name...don't call me
ANYTHING...I am nothing without my inner peace...and I
have lost that...'


Talk about an inner crisis!
TBC later, but take it away if ya wanna!
nutbug
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Seen on a t-shirt: C:\WINDOWS C:\WINDOWS\GO C:\PC\CRAWL
Ain't it the truth? :>

Subj: Time to let Jenn in on what's going on, people...just to let her know, y'know?
(Jenn: Welcome to Hell.)

"What the HELL is going on?"
Jenn ran down the hallway towards the Harem hospital,
adjusting her scant clothing as she dodged guards and
men-slaves.

She nearly collided with Alex, who hadn't been looking
up as he slowly and sadly walked towards my chambers.

"Oh...Sorry, Grand Mistress Jenn." He looked up at
her, then looked back down at the ground.

She grabbed and shook his shoulders. "What's going ON
in here? What HAPPENED?"

Alex heaved a heavy sigh. "Zarkon kidnapped Mistresses
Moonsilk and Tamysan. They came back mentally and
physically damaged. Master Prince Lotor basically told
Mistress Moonie that she's no good for anyone and
she's going through some kind of crisis. Mistress Gina
whipped the hecksie out of the Prince but had Mistress
Moonie dragged out of her room and raped by several
men-slaves and guards but Zarkon came in and freed the
Prince and he stood still while Zarkon whipped
Mistress Gina almost to death but Mistress Tamysan
came in and rescued them both but made a deal with
Zarkon but Mistress Samara went to him and Mistress
Tamysan's back and Mistress Gina's almost in a coma
and Mistress Moonsilk gave her some blood and Ram-O
told Mistress Moonsilk that he's in love with her—"

Jenn silenced him by putting a hand over his mouth.
She needed to digest all of this information. "Wait
just one moment. Zarkon was here? And he...he did
THAT..? And Samara...and Tamy...and Moonie...and
Gina...DYING?...And LOTOR...that bitch of a son..."

Alex blinked bright blue eyes at her. "Mistress—"

Jenn shook her head at him, but it wasn't to silence
him, it was just a show of her disbelief and growing
anger.

"He will pay dearly for this," she vowed in a hiss
that was so cutting that Alex felt as though each of
those words were knives.

"Who?" he asked behind her hand.

She didn't answer him. She removed her hand, shoved
him out of the way, then strode down the hallway, her
thoughts combining into one fiery ball of flame.
Uh oh...
nutbug

Subj: Love Potion No 9: The Fabric Tears Further
Tamysan was asleep in her room. Gorjon made sure she was secure and safe
before he left and he went looking for Lotor. He found him in his chambers
drinking. Gorjon knocked on the door and stalked inside. Lotor looked up.

"You're not on duty, Gorjon. Go 'way.." Lotor muttered as he sipped at his
drink.

"I'm taking Tamysan away from here. I want to take you up on your offer.."
Gorjon said sternly.

"What offer.." Lotor said disinterestedly.

Gorjon narrowed his eyes. "You know DAMN well what offer! You said that I
could return to my home world and RULE it as was my right under the Doom
Empire. You gave me your word.."

"Oh." Lotor said and gulped down his drink. "You can go if you want to but
you'll leave Tamysan here. She's mine."

Gorjon walked over to where Lotor was sitting, his fists clenched in rage.
"You bastard! You know I love Tamysan and you know I intended to make her my
Queen! I didn't mind sharing her with you when I knew she'd be one of your
wives and that you cared for her, but now I have my doubts! She MUST leave
here!"

"No." Lotor poured himself another drink.

"No? NO? Do you know your bastard of a FATHER impregnated her? DO YOU? Or do
you even CARE, Lotor?"

"I will make sure she is rid of it.." Lotor said tonelessly.

"She doesn't want to kill it! My gods, she was right..you ARE like your
father!" Gorjon looked at Lotor as if he were lower than dirt.

Lotor suddenly jerked up and threw his glass across the room in a rage.

"I AM NOT LIKE MY FATHER AND IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHAT I DO WITH MY
WOMEN!"

Gorjon's lips tightened. "I'm taking her somewhere - anywhere. Maybe they
will give me refuge on Arus!"

Lotor growled, "You're pushing a stint in the slave pits, Gorjon. You push
our friendship.." he sat back down.

"What in the HELL is wrong with you, Lotor? It's as if something has taken
you over! You hurt Moonsilk deeply when all she ever did was love you and
then you LET your father NEARLY kill Gina and now.." Gorjon was cut off.

"Shut up.." Lotor muttered, this time drinking out of the bottle.

"You're feeling SORRY for yourself aren't you?" Gorjon said. "That's it,
isn't it. You couldn't protect them, so you feel sorry for yourself. Dammit,
Lotor, your answer isn't in a bottle!"

"I - said - SHUT UP!" Lotor growled and threw the bottle at Gorjon. It missed
Gorjon by a mile.

Lotor muttered, "Stay still when I'm throwing something at you!"

"You better wake up Lotor or you'll lose ALL of them." Gorjon said. "They are
the finest women mentally, physically and spiritually. If you never get
Allura you will have them and that isn't bad. You're going to lose them Lotor
if you keep going..."

Lotor got up again, his gold eyes narrowed. "Thas' it, Gorjon... GUARDS!!"

Two of Lotor's elite guards came with laser pistols drawn.

"Take Gorjon to the slave pits..make sure he is attired properly.." he
smirked lopsidedly. It was plain that he was very drunk indeed.

"You will regret this Lotor..Tamy will hate you for this and if something
happens to her, I swear.." Gorjon was held by the arms by the two burly
guards.

"You're lucky I don't burn your tongue out for your insol - solence.." Lotor
leaned against a post. "As for Tamy, I will make sure she gets rid of it..my
father won't know - the bastard.. take him out.."

Gorjon looked at Lotor with pity. He could not get free of the guards,
especially since they also had their guns upon him.

He said, "Lotor, I don't know what has posessed you, but I pray that you will
come to your senses before it is too late for you - and for them.." He was
taken away down the hall..

**************

Hagar was in her private chambers for once NOT getting her jollies off a
guard. She was peering into one of her crystals. Something was wrong and she
did not like it. She had tried making amends for some of the trouble she
caused by helping Tamy and Samara get away from Zarkon, but still something
was wrong. Lotor was colder and crueler to his Scribes and while normally she
didn't give a damn what Lotor did, this seemed to be something unusual.
And the baby - she didn't think the old horny bastard had it in him to
produce another child! This did not bode well. Even now his spy was informing
him of his impending fatherhood.

She peered into another crystal - the one of possible futures. They held a
myriad of possibilities. She could see Moonsilk sitting in a room - a bare
room - a mad smile upon her face. She was mad and she only allowed women to
see her. Any man who came near her she would fly up and attack them
...Another image - this of Gina somewhere else in the lowest den of dank
iniquity - punishing herself for a sin long ago....Tamysan sitting near
Zarkon in his throne room, her belly large with his twin children, her eyes
sad, Zarkon grinning widely with pride while Samara danced nearby..and Lotor?
She could see Lotor in a pool of liquor and drugs, his body stiff with death,
his eyes staring at the ceiling..

Hagar sighed. These images flitted and changed into still other ones, but the
images that she first saw WOULD become true IF the path did not change..

***********

"WHAT did you say?" Zarkon sat up in his chair.

"Sire. She is pregnant. It is your child. I heard the Harem doctor, Sarah say
so. I also have a copy of the test results.."

"My child.." a slow smile creeped on his face. "I can replace a certain
useless son..Just think a warrior son with NO human influences..That's where
I made my mistake the first time.." he mused.

"Sire? Should I fetch her? She is in Lotor's Harem.."

Zarkon looked at his servant calmly. He had - thanks to Samara - forgotten
about the deal he and Tamysan had made, so hearing she was in Lotor's Harem
was not a suprise.
"No. Let's let them think that I don't know. They may try to rid her of the
child - "

"Sire, she said she would keep it.." the servant said helpfully.

"Oh? Good..I see she DOES have feelings for me!" Zarkon grinned sure of
himself. "Leave her alone for now, but monitor her progress. It might be that
they may try to get her away from here. No one takes what is mine..what of
the little human?"

"She is about, but there is concern about her mental state.."

"Ah, I see. Perhaps she misses me.." he smirked. "At any rate, go back and
keep watch on them. At the right time, I will instruct you further."

"Yes sire.." The servant left.
Zarkon sat back and grinned widely. At last things were going his way!

Subj: Good and bad news about the comatose patient: A longie
Pain shot through me. I jerked. I could feel it. It
was the residual pain from the wounds Fish Head had
inflicted upon me. Oh GOD, it hurt it hurt it hurt. If
I lived to talk about it, his ass was mine. THEN I'd
meditate.









THINK you do. Love means nothing. And unrequited love
is even more of a nothing. Do you understand me>

understand. Love is EVERYTHING. If someone really
truly loves you, that love remains despite everything.
Nothing can destroy it. Not your words...not your
throwing me away. NOTHING>



LOOK.>





Oh my GOD the pain! Running amok in me like pins in a
blaze, stabbing me here and there and there and
there...



you do>









there!>









want to see YOU.>



The thoughts were clearer now. Which meant that I was
indeed coming back to them. But I didn't WANT to
suddenly. This darkness wasn't so bad.







I strained to hear me. It FIGURED that the thoughts
would cut off at that point, as if the others didn't
want me to know what they were thinking and seeing.

"Time for you to rejoin them, my child."

That voice...was it...

My true boss, James the Grand Enforcer, appeared
before me, dressed in his official black leather
uniform.

"Sire!"

He took off his face mask, revealing his waaaaaaaay
beyond gorgeous face. "Gina, you must return to them.
You are missed."

I shook my head slowly. "I failed, Great One. I do not
deserve to be among them. I must turn in my Grand
Whip."

Anger rose in him. "You will do nothing of the kind.
You will return to them. Do NOT disobey me. But I must
warn you, the return to your body will have some side
effects."

"What do you mean? TELL me—"

He made some kind of flowy motions with his hands,
then his image vanished.

Darn. Just when I was going to ask for permission to
be disciplined by him.

I grinned. I WAS coming back.

Suddenly I felt as though I was travelling very fast,
VERY fast, backwards, as if I'd been shot from a
cannon.

I slammed back into my body with a pain that was
almost bone-crunching.

I screamed.

I opened my eyes.

"Geez, THAT was a scream...registered 10 on the scale
for sure."

"SHUTUP! She's back, she's BACK!!!!"

A handsome young man clad only in red sweat pants came
over to me and clasped my hands in his. What a
HUNK...but I didn't know who he was. But I sensed he
meant me no harm, so I let him hold on to my hands.

"Excuse me, young man—" My voice was thick and
slurred.

The young man looked at me incredulously, as did the
other people in the room. "You...don't KNOW me?" He
let go of my hands.

I winced. I missed the strength and warmth of his
grip. "I.....I....I..." A sudden sharp pain took over
my head. I screamed again. It hurt like HELL.

"Oh GOD." The young man, beyond distraught, sat down
where he was. "Oh GOD...oh GOD...oh GOD..."

One of the others in the room, a cute young male in a
lab coat, came over to me with doctor-like tools in
his hands. He shone a light into my eyes. "What's your
name?" he asked politely.

I blinked rapidly. "My name is Princess Gina Tonshi of
Planet Venusae," I said with all of the royal
authority I could muster.

Keith winced. "No WONDER Lotor ordered that we call
her what we do."

I looked at him fondly. This one was well-built. I
would take him back home with me.

The person in the lab coat shook his head slowly at
him. "Princess, you have been severely injured by a
misfortunate occurence. You are in Prince Lotor's
Harem. Please remain here until you are well. We mean
you no harm."

I had heard of Lotor and his Harem, of course. I liked
what I had heard. I smiled at him. "Yes. I shall do
that."

And have the young one on his knees, I thought.


ARGH! Amnesia! And Moonie whacked Ram-O with something
heavy enough to knock him out! Tamy's got TWINS on the
way! Sammie's with Fish Face! And Jenn's on the
warpath...
What's going to happen NOW?
nutbug

Subj: Love Potion No. 9: A Visit With A Ghost and a Cold Vision
Tamysan awoke alone, slightly fearful. Gorjon was gone. She sat up in the
dark, her golden eyes already picking out objects in the room. She was still
unused to that - her eyes picking out things like that - like a cat. She
looked at the bedside chron. Had that much time passed? She got up. She felt
gritty, dirty. She frowned. She knew why too. She absently touched her
stomach and winced at the thought of whose child she was carrying. Maybe she
should..no. Even if it was Zarkon's, it deserved to live - outside of his
father's influence.


Huh? Tamysan turned about, trying to see just who said that. Who are you?



What? Tamysan sat back down. I'm going crazy..

live my life for me - I didn't think I would - until now..>

"Me? But why?" Tamysan spoke aloud.

fair. I want to be with my beloved..>

Tamysan stood up and yelled, "And I want to be with mine! You are not making
things right by doing this, D'elijah! I hate Zarkon! I love Gorjon and Lotor!"

And suddenly her shape matierialized. Tamy could see that she was a tall
Drule woman, well-formed, beautiful, but her eyes were selfish. So D'elijah
was not so innocent. She simply did not want to marry Zarkon and in revenge
betrayed them all to their enemy.

"I really don't care who you love! I was wronged by Zarkon! I was taken away
from everything I loved!" She wailed.

"And you're doing the same to me!" Tamysan said.

The ghost smiled."No I'm not doing a thing! I'm just watching is all..Don't
worry. Zarkon will treat you well - as well as he CAN treat a woman! He'll be
so glad - you carry his twins!"

Tamysan paled. Twins..

"D'elijah. This isn't right and you know it!" Tamysan pleaded.

Delijah's spirit spat. "It wasn't right that Zarkon killed my beloved! It
wasn't right that that he took me for his lusts and then made me share in it!
He ruined my plans when he killed the one that was to be mated to me! No! I
DESERVE to be free of this place! I don't care what happens to you. You'll
get used to him. Maybe he'll keep you in perpetual heat. He's not bad
then..and he likes you.." she ended this with a smirk.

Tamysan clenched her fists. "I won't let this happen - now that I know you're
trying to manipulate everything.."

"I said I wasn't doing anything!" D'elijah said hatefully. "YOU can't do a
thing about it! You're giong to give that bastard his children and I will be
free of this prison at last."

She faded with a laugh and Tamysan clenched her fists again. She looked down
at her flat stomach. She couldn't kill them even if they were his. He didn't
know yet. Could she perhaps escape with Gorjon now? That wouldn't solve
anything. Could Hagar help - would she help? She didn't know, but she would
try to see..what did she have to lose?

**********

Hagar mused as she looked in her crystals. She eyed Moonsilk and that
man-slave. Already HER destiny was changing ever slightly. Her tears released
most of the hate within her, but there was still much work to be done.
The other - Hagar frowned. She was able to see more now and it did not bode
well for herself. No - not at all. Hagar was simply tempted to rid Tamy of
the twins right now, but there was another force at work here. The same force
that was within the room when she distracted Zarkon. At first she had thought
it was her doing, but now she knew it was not.
An image came to her mind - D'elijah! Cursed by Zarkon's father - but how
unless he had some magical influences within him. Hagar looked into the
crystal - the crystal of the past and saw that D'erjabaal did indeed posess
some latent magical ability. It did not actively appear in Zarkon but..
Hagar began to understand now just why her fate was in doubt. She gazed into
the crystal that mirrored future events. Again she saw endless possibilities,
but the main thing she saw was a woman in a black dress shot with red
standing near Zarkon's throne. She wore a simple crown upon her head. She was
beautiful, but her eyes were cold. Her heart had long ago shrivelled to a
stone after she knew of the death of her lover in the slave pits and after
the late Crown Prince's demise. The only two she loved now were her children.
She was gazing at her two children - twins they were, grown to adulthood. One
was Princess Cerissa and the other one was Crown Prince Zarradaan. They were
both beautiful creatures - as beautiful as Lotor had been. Strange how such
an ugly man like Zarkon could produce such beautiful children.
They smiled at their mother, the only being they really loved or cared for,
and stared down at the dead body of their father, Zarkon.
Hagar heard their voices. "Mother. You are free!"
"Yes, mother, you are free at last! But what of the old witch?"
The woman coldly smiled. "She started all this - her and her love potions.
She is a relic - get rid of her. You know how.."
Tamysan's children smiled. "Yes, Mother. We will gladly do that.." and they
did indeed kill her in the worst way - they stripped her of power until she
was nothing but an old crone.
Hagar turned away from the crystal hatefully. She would kill Tamysan. That
was the only way she could save herself from those future children, whose
images were becoming all the more clearer in her crystals.
The old witch looked in her other crystal and smiled. Ah, she was coming to
her! Oh, how EASY this would be! Her problem would be solved!
She felt a forgotten pang of remorse in her. She rather liked this girl as
she did all the Scribes really. They were the closest she had to friends.
Just the fact that she hadn't turned any one of them permanently into
anything was a fact. But she had to do this. Nothing else seemed to change it
except killing her outright. If the twins were aborted, she knew Zarkon would
find out. If Tamysan were killed, he'd be upset but he'd think it was a
suicide - she'd make it look like one.
Little did she know that fate would interfere in her plan..

-----------Tamy Love Potion Number Nine - Aftermath - 4
Another odd addition...*sigh* And, this one has a "WOAH DOGGIE" warning
for being EXCESSIVELY LONG.
-----
I smirked at Sarah, and watched as she called for her attendants who made
quick work of moving and situating Ram-O on one of the gurneys. Despite
my outward appearance of nonchalance, my heart was throbbing in my chest
and the blood rushing by my ears was hot like lapping flames. I was sure
that my face was as red as the blood that slithered through me, but at
that moment, I could have really cared less.

Slowly, I slid off my own gurney and stretched. I could tell that I must
have been sleeping for a while, my muscles were stiff and uncooperative,
but, again, I could have really cared less.

I looked down at myself.

I was still draped in my torn and dirty clothing, and my gritty vision
did nothing to improve the looks of my appearal. I yawned and stretched
again, the heated blood that rushed by my ears flowing outward to invade
all of my muscles with a dull throbbing sensation.

I watched Sarah a for a few more moments, then heard Ram-O groan softly
and twitch slightly. Adrenaline abruptly started to crowd my thoughts,
sparking them with a sudden need to leave. Carefully, I slid by Sarah
and her attendants and walked out of the tiny chamber she had stuck me in
after I had fallen asleep during the transfusion.

Gina was still in the outer room, her semi-conscious form being hovered
over by Keith, whose head snapped up as soon as I appeared. He eyed me
for several long moments, appearing to take in everything from my mussed
hair, to my tattered clothing, to my dirt-smudged limbs, to the tiny
piece of cotton gauze that had been taped over my right arm.

"Hello," he said quietly.

I nodded to him, then began to traverse the room, heading for the exit as
quickly as I could.

"She doesn't remember," he said, and stopped my forward movement and
looked at him in response. Misery consumed his features. "She doesn't
even know who I am."

I nodded again, not wanting to speak.

He quirked an eyebrow at me. "You gave her your blood, right?"

I nodded once more.

"Don't you talk," he asked, a look of concern washing his features.

"Yes," I replied.

"Thank you," he said, a small smile crossing his full lips, one hand
lifting to rake through his mussed dark hair. "Thank you for helping her."

I felt my eyes narrow suspiciously, then simply nodded once more and made
my way out of Sarah's office and into the corridor. Once beyond the rim
of the silent chaos within, I felt my heartbeat slow slightly and a bit
of the adrenaline release its hold on my thoughts. I released a heavy
sigh and felt my shoulders slump into a posture of defeat, then slowly
began the short journey back to my chambers.

The halls were errily (sp?) silent, nothing dared to even move within the
completely mute corridors - even the shadows seemed statuesque in their
immobility. My feet seemed to echo the surrounding silence as I padded
down the various halls that would return me to my room, and the soft
ripple of my clothing caused by the movement didn't even speak loud
enough to be audible.

It seemed that since my return from Zarkon's half of the Castle, things
on this side had begun to mirror the things on that side. The corridors
were darker, the walls looked harsher, the air was thick and heavy, and
the silence reminded me of a fearfully imposed order of quiet, lest we
all lose our tongues.

I shivered and looked about me, a certain degree of sadness enveloping my
expression. It seemed that everything I had held dear, every reason I
had agreed to become a part of this Harem had faded into the background,
a void of dark evil replacing it. My expression darkened slightly, and I
choked on a wave of miserable emotion.

The sound of gently thudding footsteps abruptly raked across my senses as
I pressed forth, and as I listened to them, it became more and more
apparent that the footfalls were unsteady and wavering. They were
drawing closer with each passing moment, and my muscles stiffened with
expectancy.

Then, a familiar image rounded the corner just ahead of me, its form
hunched, broken, and distraught. I felt my pulse quicken as adrenaline
once more coated my senses and captured my thoughts, its oily fingers
slipping over my mind with sharp, stinging clarity.

A set of golden eyes honed in on me, and I tensed further, but,
nevertheless, continued my forward progress.

"Moonshilk..." Lotor said, my name tumbling off of his lips in a heavily
slurred manner.

I felt my lip twitch and said nothing.

He stumbled his way up to me, his golden eyes noticably hazed with
liquor, and the scent of him both sweet and sour. "Moonshilk," he said
again, the sticky odor of his breath becoming apparent as one of his
large hands wrapped itself about my upper arm. "Little pishie
waif...little shweet pishie waif...sho...sho..."

I snatched my arm away from him and took several steps to one side,
watching him as he stumbled, then leaned against the wall, his movements
clumsy, heavy, and lethargic.

"I suggest you return to your chambers before you pass out, Lotor," I
said tightly, my lip twitching again as the aroma of his stupor
repeatedly accosted my senses.

"You don't t...tell me what to do, whensh!" He bellered, though the
strength of his voice had been diminished greatly by the effects of the
alcohol.

My eyes narrowed. "I am not telling you what to do, Lotor," I spat. "I am
making a suggestion. But, if you'd rather pass out in the hall and snore
in a puddle of your own piss in front of the entire Castle - so be it. I
really could care less."

His eyes flashed, then, and for a moment, it seemed as if he were in
control of the liquor rather than it being in control of him. Then, the
moment passed, and his eyes glassed over once more, his shoulders sagging
slightly and his expression washing with guilt and pain.

"I did thish..." he said quietly, waving an arm clumsily, it's manner
that of an all-encompassing nature. "I took forgranted all of thish..."
He waved his arm again.

I shook my head. "Go sleep it off, Lotor," I bit out, my lip twitching
yet again. "You won't be of any use in this condition, and I am in no
mood to listen to you blubber about how horrible things are for you." I
paused and studied his drunken form with an air of obvious distaste.
"Maybe you should get your head out of the bottle and start to make
things right again. Sitting around feeling sorry for yourself isn't
going to help Tamy, or Gina, or anyone else you have wronged in this
ordeal."

He looked at me, and then opened his mouth, but I held my hand up in
response and shook my head.

"If I have to catch a whiff of your sticky soured breath once more, I am
going to vomit." His mouth snapped shut, an expression of indignance
washing his features. "Go back to your room and sleep it off. If you are
planning on apologizing for your lack of consideration, I suggest you do
it sober. There is nothing worse than a man who can't say he's sorry
unless he knows he won't remember it in the morning."

I stared at him for a single moment longer, then headed towards my room
once more, the adrenaline coating my senses whisping away as I drew
further and further away from Lotor's slumping, miserable form.

Once I reached my room, I looked it over with scrutinizing eyes, then
closed the door and securely latched it behind me. A window, south
facing, was the only other entrance or exit in the room, and I walked
over to it, lifted the shutter and unlatched it, swinging it outward with
a single, gentle push. A chilled breeze seeped into the room, its
tendrils carrying the scents of singed earth mixing with a slightly
sulphurous odor. The scents had grown familiar to me since my arrival on
Doom, and I almost welcomed their harsh odor now.

I gazed out at the dark mist beyond and frowned mildly, then turned away
from my window and went to my closet. I kept a small transmitter on the
top shelf, and I pulled it down, then placed it on the windowsil and
turned it on. A tiny keypad highlighted the face of the small metallic
device, and my fingers typed in a familiar code with a second-nature
quality. Immediately, a burst of static sounded from the device, then
silence, followed by another burst of static.

I stared out the window and waited patiently for a response, and, after
several drawn out minutes, one finally came.

"Moon...is that you..." a sleepy male voice asked.

I almost smiled as I depressed the transmit button. "Yeah, it's me,
Henry," I replied.

There was a long pause, then, "Moon, why are you calling so late?"

I continued to stare out the window. "Just wanted to hear your voice, I
guess."

"Is everything okay," Henry asked, and I could hear the concern in his
tone.

I smiled then. "If you want me to lie, yes. If not, no."

Another moment of silence filled the air.

"What's wrong, Moon," he asked, his voice sounding more gentle than I
could remember ever hearing it.

I sighed. "Nothing really. Just tired, I guess."

He snorted. "Don't start lying to me, Moon. I have known you far too
long for that crap." He paused. "Do you need me to come get you?"

I shook my head, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "Henry, can you
see the stars right now?"

"What?"

I chuckled a little. "Can you see the stars right now," I asked again.

There was a long pause, then, "Yeah, I can see the stars, Moon." I heard
him inhale deeply. "What's going on? I know something's happened,
because Keith left a while back, and he was in an all fired up hurry. I
figured he was going to Doom, but he was zipper-lipped about it."

I sighed again. "Yeah, Keith's here. Gina got beat up by Zarkon.
Keith's with her."

I could feel Henry's frowning nod. "Moon, I'm going to come see you,
okay?"

I shrugged. "Sure, if you want."

"I do want," he said firmly.

I didn't reply to the sure sound of his voice.

"Moon," he questioned after a spell of silence.

"Yeah, Henry."

"Moon, just stay put, okay? I am dressing to leave now. It will only
take me a little while to get there."

The worry in his voice suddenly made me feel like crying, and I bit back
the tears with great effort. "Okay," I replied hoarsely.

"See you soon."

With that, the transmission broke and a new burst of static riddled the
air. I turned the device off and continued to stare out the window. It
would be good to see Henry again, and, in reality, I had wanted him to do
exactly what he was doing; I wanted him to come see me. I didn't have
any brothers or sisters of my own, but Henry had always been like a big
brother, and his family had been like a surrogate family. I missed him,
and I missed them; I missed everything that was my life before growing
up; before becoming what I had become.

Ah, but we all have to grow up sometime, a voice in my head chided. Oh,
yes, Moonie, we all have to grow up sometime. Perhaps the turn of events
over the last week have shown you exactly what it means to be a grown up
in this world - in this universe. And, sometimes, oh, yes, sometimes,
destiny is exactly what we become.

Several tears slipped down my cheeks, and I blinked at the blurry haze as
they impeded my vision. A shiver raced up my spine and I wrapped my arms
around my waist in response, wiping at the tears with my material clad
shoulder.

A sudden knock came at my door, and I jerked, then exhaled loudly, a
frown curling my lips downward. "Who is it," I asked quietly, my voice
hoarse and straining against my conflicting emotions.

"It's Ram-O, Mistress. Please let me in," came the reply.

I shook my head. "Go away, Ram-O," I said softly.

"No."

I shivered at the authoritative sound of his voice, then turned away from
the window and stared at the door for several long minutes before finally
approaching it. I could feel him staring back at me through the thick
wood, and the idea of it made my frown deepen.

Slowly, I peeled off my tattered clothing, then came to a halt before the
door, sure that I knew exactly what he wanted. After all, he was just
about the only man-slave left in the Castle who hadn't already had a
taste of me. I could imagine that he was feeling pretty left out.
Perhaps if I simply gave into his lust, he would leave me alone - realize
that he didn't love me and go away.

Just like all the rest.

I unlatched the door, then swung it open, presenting myself to him
totally nude.

His eyes widened slightly, and he sucked in his breath sharply.
"Mistress," he said, his tone questioning as his eyes wandered over my
bare flesh as if memorizing each and every detail.

"Just get it over with, Ram-O." I said, my hoarse voice tight and angry
despite every effort to keep my raging emotions hidden.

He flinched slightly, his gaze settling on my face. "That's what you
think I am here for?" He shook his head sadly. "If I want a piece of
tail, I can get it anywhere, Mistress," he said in all honestly. "I
actually could do with some since I haven't had any since I realized my
love for you." He paused and studied me, then, "But, the last thing you
need is some horny man-slave taking out his urges on you." He stepped
over the threshold and closed the door behind him, securing it with a
graceful twitch of his hand.

My heart abruptly began to hammer against my ribcage and sudden unwelcome
images began to dance across my mind. I swallowed them down and took a
few backward steps, my eyes never leaving the tall, taut form of Ram-O.

He turned to me, an expression of devoted saddness marring his lovely
face. He said nothing as he approached me, and in spite of my desire to
remain firmly rooted, I began to tremble. His eyes honed in on the
fearful movement, and I could see his throat working in a tight swallow.

"It's okay," he said softly. "It's okay to hurt and be afraid." His voice
was soothing, lulling, like that of a mother speaking to a small child.
"It's okay, Moon. It's okay." He reached for me, his strong hands gently
capturing my upper arms and pulling me towards him.

I felt my entire body quiver with fearful revulsion, and then he was
pressing me against him firmly; his arms and hands wrapping around me and
holding me in a warm, yet careful, embrace. I simply shivered against
him, my body as stiff as a board, and my eyes wide with the strength of
will it was taking to keep from grabbing the nearest heavy object and
knocking him senseless - again.

And, he simply stood there, holding me, the sound of his steady heartbeat
thumping against my cheek and sounding off like a rhythmic drumbeat in my
ear. Then, abruptly, he lifted me into his arms and began to walk
towards my bathroom.

"What are you doing," I asked, a sudden burst of adrenaline causing my
voice to quiver with nervous agitation.

"You need a bath," he replied, his tone smooth and even.

I swallowed. "I can bathe myself."

He didn't respond.

When we reached the bathroom, he set me down near the doorway, then
walked over to the tub and turned the water on. He sat down on the rim
and began to examine the small bottles of perfumed oils, shampoos, and
soaps that sat on a tray near the tub. After a few moments, he plugged
the tub with the stopper and dumped a bit of several different oils into
the water. Immediately, a light floral scent mixing with the aroma of
vanilla filled the air. My nostrils flared slightly as my senses
responded to the scents with a soft, mental sigh.

He turned to me, then, and held a hand out to me, his eyes beckoning in a
gentle, loving manner. I swallowed and took a single backward step.

"I said, I can bathe myself," I repeated, my heart once again sending
wave after wave of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

He simply stared at me, the offered hand not even wavering.

I swallowed again and shook my head, a flood of mixing emotions
slithering over my mind; anger mingling with fear mixing with anxiety
blending with pain to swirl with a desire to suddenly believe in a myth
that I knew was long dead.

"Are you going to hit me again," he asked, breaking the long silence, his
face solemn.

I tensed and blinked at him, then felt several tears break loose with an
abrupt burning sensation along the rims of my eyes. He seemed to wince
at the sight and I hastily brushed them away, composing myself slightly
in the process.

He rose from the side of the tub, then, and approached me, his movement
meaningful but not intimidating, his hand outstretched in an offer of
guidance. I shuddered slightly, then averted my gaze, no longer wanting
to look at him. Then, his shadow fell over me, and the strong male scent
of him invaded my nostrils. I shuddered again as a crooked finger
captured my chin and directed my gaze upward.

"Please, let me help you," he said softly, his eyes intent on mine.

Abruptly, all composure left my body and I burst into tears, painful sobs
choking in my throat as moisture seeped from my eyes miserably. He
sucked in a sharp breath and pulled me too him, his arms wrapping around
me tightly, and his mouth coming down on the top of my head, kissing my
hair with furitive movements.

"I love you, Moonsilk," he said, his voice husky with emotion.

I just sobbed harder in response, not wanting to believe his words, not
wanting to start living the lie over again.

It seemed that an eternity passed between the time he started to soothe
me, and the time my sobs began to ease then finally reduce themselves to
sniffles. My body felt drained, its energy seeming to have been sapped
up by the intensity of my tears.

Ram-O said nothing after my tears had quelled. He simply lifted me into
his arms and carried me to the tub, gently lowering me into the heavily
scented water. I didn't protest the movement, nor did I fight him as he
carefully washed each and every part of my body, moving from one point to
another with a graceful ease. He washed my hair last, and when he had
finished, he rose to his feet and moved away from the tub, retrieving a
large bath towel from a nearby rack.

I blinked at him sluggishly, my entire being feeling as if it were
melting into the water. I could feel myself slipping down the foot of
the tub, water creeping up to my chin and threatening to ovewhelm me. I
didn't really care, however. I had never felt so tired and realxed, or
as uneasy in my entire life. My thoughts didn't race at the uneasiness,
not like they had before, instead, they simply remained silent, as if my
brain had gone on vacation.

"Are you ready to get out," Ram-O asked, peering down at me with a look
of hesitant concern on his face.

I just blinked up at him for several moments, then sighed softly and
closed my eyes. I felt his hands on me a moment later, lifting me from
the water, then the sensation of being swathed in a thick, soft towel. I
sighed again and let him carry me out of the bathroom as if I were
nothing more than a ragdoll. Within only a few brief minutes, I felt the
softness of my bed pressing up against my towel clad back.

Abruptly, my eyes snapped open, and my throat tightened. I sat up
hurriedly, my gaze darting about the room as the throbbing of my heart
echoed leadenly in my ears. Immediate weight shifted the matress beneath
me, and two solid arms came about my waist, silently pulling me into a
secure embrace. I sat stiff within the hold, and swallowed down a thick
ball of anxiety.

"It's okay," Ram-O soothed, rubbing his palms along my back and ribs.
"It's okay, Moon."

I didn't respond to the words, but my body began to tremble and I sucked
in a great gasping breath of air. His hold on me tightened a little and
instead of pulling away, like my mind begged me to do, I relaxed and let
my weight be absorbed by his,

"I'm such a mess," I whispered in a shaky voice.

I felt him shift beside me, his cheek slowly coming to rest atop my head.
"It's okay," he repeated.

I chuckled, the sound sour and frightened. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for
hitting you. I'm sorry for hating Gina for trying to help...I'm
sorry..." I trailed off into an uncomfortable silence.

He shifted again, this time releasing me from his embrace and lowering me
down onto the matress. He didn't lower down with me, and I was thankful
for that - I wasn't ready for the prospect of being bedded yet again. As
a matter of fact, the idea still revolted me entirely, and I hated the
way it made me feel - dirty, useless, ugly, shamed.

He rose from the bedside, then walked to the foot and lifted the covers,
pulling them up and over me, then tucking them in beneath my chin. "You
should rest," he said quietly, offering me a gentle smile, then pulling
up a nearby chair and sitting down.

I blinked at him several times, wondering if perhaps I was only dreaming,
then felt my eyelids grow heavy, each downward swipe of my lashes growing
more and more sluggish until finally darkness swept over my senses yet
again.

----

Alright...Hagar has Moonie set for the rubber room, but perhaps this is
the beginning of a change in that destiny...tell me, Tam, what's Hagar
see in her crystals now? Heh. Let's hope for a better future. And, I
wonder if Henry will bring Lance with him? Hmmm...I wonder if Lance will
be he one to soothe Moonie with an old fashioned romp, like an instant
replay of Dacronious? Or, will Ram-O get the honors this time?

Ah, maybe no one really cares at this point...hehehe...
Moonie - GOP

Subj: A Quickie: Keith puts Lotor to sleep...
"Why doesn't she remember? What do I do to get her to
remember me, remember ALL of us!"

Keith, anguished, stood looking out of a window at the
star-filled night. "What do I DO?!"

"Theresh NOTHIN'," Lotor said from somewhere behind
him.

Keith sneered as he turned to face him. "YOU should be
in bed sleeping it off."

Lotor swayed. "Don tell ME what tuh do, boooy."

Keith strode over to him and slapped him hard enough
to send him to his knees. "I TOLD you to go to bed,"
he said.

Lotor fell flat on his face. "Nitey nite," he
murmured, then fell into a deep drunken sleep.

Keith rubbed his fingers. "GEEZ that hurt...hmmmm?"

Kree stood in the doorway. "Captain, Gina wants to see
you."

Keith raised an eyebrow.

Kree nodded. "I told her how things are around here,
and she said to call her by her first name. She said
it might help her remember..."

Keith was a blur as he passed Kree to get to me.


TBC tomorrow, my tummy's buggin me a little..
nutbug

Subj: [Scribes Tale] Love Potion Number Nine - Aftermath - 5
And yet, I go on...like a yowling cat in heat...
----

I awoke with a start, a scream choking in my throat and my heart thumping
wildly within my chest. Immediately two sets of hands latched on to my
upper arms, one set on either side. I lurched away from the touch,
breaking their hold in an instant, then scrambled to the foot of my bed,
successfully toppling to the floor with a hearty thump.

"Stay away from me!" I bellered the statement, but it sounded like a
distant echo in my ears.

"Moon!" I blinked at the sound of my name, and turned in the direction
from which the sound had come. I blinked several more times, then
sheilded my eyes as the lights abruptly brightened.

"Moon." Henry was down on his knees beside me, his face ashen with worry
and his large chocolate eyes even larger than usual. "Moon, what's going
on? Are you okay?" He reached out and swiped a stray piece of hair from
my forehead.

I swallowed hard, the pounding of my heart still thumping like a herd of
buffalo were traipsing through my chest, then scooted away from him,
shaking my head hard in an effort to clear the sleep from my vision.

He followed me, scooching across the floor on his knees.

"Henry, I'm fine," I said hastily, holding a hand out in front of me in
an effort to hold him off.

He frowned at me. "No, Moon. No, you're not fine." He scooched up to me
despite my halting hand, then picked me up off the floor and rose to his
feet. He gently deposited me on the bed and studied me for several
moments before finally speaking, "What the hell is going on here?"

I swallowed again and shook my head. "Nothing. Just a nightmare, I
guess," I replied lamely.

He grunted, his frown deepening, then looked over me at something else.
My head snapped around in response and I saw Lance standing there, a mute
look of concern coloring his features in a pasty shade of greyish white.

"Hi, Moon." He said quietly, quirking his eyebrow in a silently
questioning manner.

My lips trembled as I offered him a wavering smile.

"Moon, what the hell is going on here," Henry asked again, my attention
snapping around to level off on him once more.

"No...nothing," I stuttered, pulling a blanket up and around myself as
soon as I realized that I was sitting before them completely nude.

"Don't give me that crap," Henry said, his tone one of carefully leashed
anger. "I have never seen you get that worked up over a nightmare
before." He studied me again, his eyes narrowing with scrutiny. "And, you
don't look like yourself either. You're all pale, and thin - boney." His
face softened slightly. "Please, tell me what's going on, Moon."

I stared at him, then glanced over my shoulder at Lance, whose expression
had grown more curious. "Henry," I began slowly, looking down at my hands
as they clutched the bedding around my thin form, "I really can't talk
about it right now."

I could feel his frown boring into the top of my head as if there were a
drill bit connected to it, and several moments of tense silence passed.

"Moon, we came here to help," Lance said from behind, his gentle voice
shattering the silence as effectively as a bullwhip scored into flesh,
and I nearly jumped at the sound of it.

I nodded. "I know you did, Lance." I paused and took a deep, shuddering
breath. "But, if I tell either of you..." I broke off and inhaled again.
"I just *can't* talk about it right now. I'm sorry." I felt my eyes
begin to burn with sudden tears and blinked them back with monumental
effort. "Please, please, understand."

A hand came to rest on my shoulder and I shivered at the sensation,
revulsion balling in my throat. "Why are you shaking," Lance asked, his
voice revealing unmasked worry.

I shook my head. "Just cold in here..." I trailed off, feeling the lie
all the way to my toes.

A snort emanated from Henry's general location and my head snapped up to
find him glaring down at me, his arms crossed over his chest and a lock
of unruly brown hair resting against his brow. "I am not leaving here
until we get to the bottom of this," he said, his tone one that indicated
it was a threat, a warning, and a promise. "I don't know what the hell is
going on here exactly, but I am going to find out - one way or another.
I don't care if I have to beat it out of His Royal Assholness himself."

With that said, he turned on his heel and stormed out of my room, the
heat of his bottled anger seeming to leave a visible trail in his wake.
Lance's other hand came down on my opposite shoulder and I tensed like a
tightened coil ready to spring at any given moment.

"Relax," Lance coaxed soothingly, his weight coming down on the bed
behind me.

"Please, Lance," I whimpered, the fear in my voice catching me by
surprise.

"Please, what," he asked, sliding up behind me and massaging my shoulders
gently with the pads of his fingertips.

"Please, don't...don't..." I broke off and swallowed convulsively, the
thick ball of anxiety depositing itself in my throat once again.

"Shhh..." Lance soothed, slipping his arms around my waist and pulling me
back against him.

"But, Lance..." I began to protest, only to find myself being silenced by
a long, tapered finger.

"Moon, I'm not going to do anything," he whispered from behind. "I'm just
going to sit here with you, and keep the bad dreams away."

A single tear raced down my cheek and I felt myself relax a little. "Whathappened to Ram-O?"

"Who," Lance asked, sliding himself, and me, backward on the bed until we
were propped up into a seated position by the headboard.

"There was someone here..." I trailed off, then rephrased, "Was there
someone here? I mean, when you and Henry arrived?"

I felt him shift slightly, his arms tightening about my waist. "No, no
one was here when we arrived. You were asleep and by yourself."

My brow knit with mild confusion. "I see," I said softly, wondering again
if my encounter with Ram-O had been a dream or not. Of course, it
couldn't have been a dream. After all, I was in bed where he had put me,
and I smelled clean, as if I had just bathed - or been bathed. So, it
couldn't have been a dream, right...?

Lance's fingertips were rubbing against my blanket covered belly, and the
sensation was very relaxing. I felt myself melting back into his warm
embrace, my muscles responding without my mind's consent. Within a
matter of moments, I began to feel drowsy again. I briefly wondered why
on Doom I was so damn tired, then realized that I hadn't eaten for at
least...five days now...? I couldn't remember and the idea made me want
to laugh out loud. I didn't, however. I just let my eyes drift closed,
my last thought being a fearful one:

Would Henry find out what had happened?

----
Carry on...
Moonie - GOP
Love Potion#9-Aftermath-belated
Sorry it took me so long to respond. I was reading the story called Love
Potion#9 and I finally got the gist of the list or should I say Harem. I
noticed the interaction and would have added to the story sooner and saved
Tamysen from Zarkon's chamber and having to endure such hell and ending up
with twins that are his. Moonsilk, poor,Moonsilk taking or spilling that
Love potion that drives Drule males crazy. Great story but tragic.I would
have added to the story sooner but my computer crashed just as I was going
to rescue Moonsilk and save Tamysen from Zarkon. I was even going to make
myself the "sacrificial lamb" and volunteer to have sex with Zarkon to save
Tamysen. After all, I was the one stupid enough to have a dream about
Zarkon. Then I thought why not splash that Love Potion all over Haggar and
toss her into Zarkon's chamber and he would be so distracted by the erotic
Drule female scent on Haggar that Tamysen would be able to escape. I planned
on all of us girls would band together and save Tamysen by informing of the
plan. I would have knocked on Moonsilk's door and explain to her my plan and
finally get acquainted with my fellow scribes. It would have shown the
support I have for you guys and improve my tarnished image which I brought
upon myself. Besides I think Zarkon and Haggar have chemistry I always
thought they were the perfect match.


Love Potion#9-The Aftermath-before Tamysen ended up with Zarkon and while
there was still room in the story to come to Moonsilk's rescue.
The conclusion would have ended the story differently. It would have been
the above scenario.


example :Love Potion# 9

-------


Moonsilk was trying to shake off the horrible incident with the guards.
There was a knock at the door. She tried to get back her composure and show
she wasn't upset.


"I hope this isn't a bad time?" Casstella asked hoping not to intrude.
She finally figured out where everything was. The Castle of Doom is a maze
filled with chambers winding in and out all over the place. She felt she
needed a map just to remember where her own chamber was. Starting to gain a
familarity with the place did put her at a ease.
She hasn't even had sex yet but that didn't bother her she was happy just
being more at home in Lotor's Harem.


"Let me guess did you come here to rescue me or fill out an order?"
Moonsilk asked she knew of her many duties. She wanted Casstella to relax
and enjoy herself even if she was hurting.

"Well, a little bit of both. I heard about what happened. I decided its
about time I loosen up and start to mingle. I have a plan as to how we can
save Tamysen from Zarkon and band together to rescue her.
We could splash all that "Love Potion" on Haggar and toss her into Zarkon's
chamber and he would be so distracted by Haggar that Tamysen could escape. I
feel compelled to save my fellow Scorpio or anyone else here if needed.
Since I'm a newcomer and after all this is over I
think we should have a "Ladies Night" just us girls getting to know each
other and share a powerful bond. Do you like the idea?" Casstella explained
anticipating the prospect of making new friends. All she ever wanted is
people to confide in and trust with her life. To be versed in the harem life
seems appealing.


" Sounds like a good plan I can see your eager to save Tamysen. I will call
all the girls together and see what we can do." Moonsilk relieved to see
that if they work together things could turn out better. Which is exactly
what see has been trying to get across to Casstella all along.


" Oh, and one other thing I would like an order of that "Sex R'Us" or
whatever its called to get in some action when all this is over." Casstella
asked hoping not to sound overbearing. The thing she hates most is having to
ask other people for things. Maybe its because she is a virgin is that what
may her so uptight? She felt a release knowing that the Harem is a good
place to be. She felt secure among friends. Seemingly shy but only in sexual
matters. That may change however. In due time, things take time. Shyness
around guys has plagued her since birth. She never felt attractive enough
for a guy.
If she ever liked a guy she would be too prideful to show it. If she were to
express her love or affection for a guy it would mean vulnerability. She
feared that the most. Giving all of her heart and soul to a guy and hoping
for the same. Lotor. How was she going to cope with him. Eventually, she
will bed Lotor and having to deal with not showing how impressed she may be
by him. Somethings about men did tick her off. Boosting Lotor's already
oversized ego seemed a bit degrading to her. His ego is already the size of
an entire universe. Not this universe but his own universe. Just gazing at
his handsome could cause her to forget all about his ego. There was
something irresistible about him. He seems to come off radiating sexuality.
He has that way about him that could cause her to melt in his embrace. To
feel that hard perfect body against her would be like a dream. He would gaze
at her with his feline eyes showing affection in combination with sheer lust
that begs to be satisfied. The very idea of causing the male part of him to
go hard as rock mesmerized her. One day she will experience what the girls
here know well.
To be continued...
I hope this doesn't sound choppy but I tired my best. Some of this is
autobiographical.
Lotor's Sex Queen
Casstella

Subj: Love Potion No 9: All Hell Breaks Loose
Lotor woke up. It was dark in his room. How he got here he did not know, but
he knew he had been drunk - very drunk.
Strangely enough, he was sober and clear-headed, which suprised him. He sat
up - no pain in his head, no cloudiness.
He closed his eyes briefly. He remembered everything. What his father had
done. It hadn't all been his fault, but he stood by and let it happen with
his callousness, his selfishness. He had taken them for granted and he was
on the verge of losing them.

No. It was time to make things right - starting with Gorjon...

****************

Gorjon hadn't been in the pits long, but he knew they were miserable. The
guards here were Zarkon's and they were from the lowest stratas of Doom
society. They knew of Gorjon's rank and position and they ragged him over it
mercilessly. They hadn't whipped him yet, but it was only a matter of time
before they did.
Gorjon looked at the scrawy, skinny slaves. Some deserved to be here and
some did not - this he knew. Lotor always talked of changing things, now he
wondered if he ever would. Perhaps everyone had been right about the selfish
prince. Gorjon did not know. He only knew that Tamysan was now in trouble.
Zarkon was sure to find out about his child, and Tamy would be lost to him
forever..
A bright light flared in the gloom of the pits. Gorjon already shielded his
eyes against it.
"There. That one. Release his chains."
Gorjon was hustled out of the queue of slaves and brought to a room. His
chains were removed. There a guard had his old uniform.
"Here. There's a shower over there. Clean up and put these on."
Gorjon was suspicious. Was Lotor going to humiliate him? Perhaps he was to
be executed! Well if he was, he was taking some down with him!
Gorjon showered and changed back into his old uniform. The guard said,
"Come.."
"Am I to be executed? I have the right to see the order. It is the law."
Gorjon said.
The guard scowled. "Hell no. You're to be freed. Now come on, don't have all
day."
Now Gorjon was puzzled. Lotor wouldn't be doing this. He'd be snoring in his
bed getting over his drunkeness and it certainly wouldn't be Zarkon. He
would just see what was going on. He was escorted into another room - more
like a lounge area. There he saw -
"Prince Lotor!" Gorjon exclaimed.

Lotor looked like his old self. He was clean and his outfit was crisp and
pressed. His face was clear and his eyes showed no hint of a hangover. He
never knew Lotor to get drunk and recooperate so quickly!

"Gorjon. I apologize." Lotor said simply.

Gorjon looked at him amazed. "You throw me into the pits and you apologize.
I'm not playing your games, Lotor."

Lotor shook his head sadly. "It's no game, Gorjon. I cannot take back the
things I did or let happen, but I can make amends and change things for the
better. I have not been acting like the warrior I know that I am. Instead I
acted like my father and now my Harem is a dark place. I must right things
Gorjon. I have freed you. You are reinstated in your position - and if
Tamysan wants to leave here with you to have her child, then I give my
blessing."

Gorjon looked at him incredulously. "You mean that, don't you?"

He nodded. "Yes I do. I love her. I love all of them for all their different
qualities. They would make wonderful mothers and wives to me. I know that.
Although Allura is my one special love, the Scribes hold their place in my
heart."

"I am glad to hear that, Lotor."

"My only request before you take Tamysan with you is that I marry with her
as per our agreement. Then at least her children will be considered mine and
not my - father's." he said this with a scowl.

"That is fine, Lotor. As long as she can get out of your father's grasp."
Gorjon said.

"Then come on. We have work to do. I want you to go to Hagar and arrange a
ceremony for us. I will see about Gina and Moonsilk and I will meet you in
the hall outside Hagar's chambers. I will get Tamysan and we will all meet
there, agreed?"

Gorjon nodded and together they both left the slave holding area, both of
them determined.

bit..I will be free! >

**************

Tamysan was on her way to Hagar's chambers when she was grabbed from behind
and whirled around.

"Going somewhere, my dear?" It was Zarkon.

"Don't you EVER sleep?" Tamysan said irritated.

"Only after good sex.." he grinned wolfishly. "Perhaps you'd like to relax
me.."

"I don't think so." Tamysan said coldly. "Now let me go."

Zarkon spat, "Why, so you can abort MY child?" Tamysan's eyes widened. He
knew!
He smirked. "Oh yes. I know, my dear. I do have spies everywhere. I am very
happy about the news. You will give me a fine son."

Tamysan writhed in his grip, angry and terrified. She hated this man!

Zarkon grinned again. "I think this calls for a celebration in my bedchamber
don't you? You're coming back with me. I will not have my new son born in my
eldest son's Harem."

"No! I'm not going back with you and you're not going to - " Tamysan
suddenly gasped and doubled over in pain.

"Wench! Stand up! I won't tolerate any of your tricks!" Zarkon bellowed.

"Ohhh..my stomach.." Tamysan moaned, holding her belly.

Zarkon angrily jerked her up and then his eyes widened. "What trickery is
this?"

Tamysan looked down at herself. Her stomach! Why it was growing! She looked
at least three or four months pregnant! She felt odd inside as if everything
were accelerated. She also felt magic in the air - the only time she ever
felt that was when she was around Sarah or Hagar and sometimes Samara.

"I must - go - to Sarah!" Tamysan cried out.

Zarkon said, "No! Hagar would know what this is..I will take no chances on
my son."
He started to drag her over to Hagar's chambers but Tamysan could barely
walk for the pain. Zarkon lifted her up in his arms and bellowed for the
old witch as he carried her down towards her chambers..

**************

Gorjon too was on his way to Hagar's chambers, his heart a little lighter
now. At last they were doing something about the sitiuation. Tamysan would
be safe and she would be his with Lotor's blessing. He did not mind sharing
her with Lotor, not as long as she loved him.
His thoughts were brutally interrupted as someone knocked him down and then
started to hit at him. He was then dragged to an antechamber off of the
hallway. Gorjon tried to fight, but there turned out to be too many of them
- four to be exact. They looked like Doomian bullyboys, not Castle Guards.
They beat Gorjon senselessly.
As Gorjon slipped into unconsciousness, he heard a voice say, "This is
payback for what you did to Gahr, fancy-pants.."
Darkness claimed him and the next thing Gorjon knew, he was in the Harem
medical lab, one of Sarah's assistants hovering over him..

**********

Gina and Moonsilk were not available for Lotor to see them, and he did not
push the issue. He remembered the derogatory way Keith had spoken to him and
Lotor knew he deserved it. He wondered just how was he going to get Gina to
remember him? He didn't know, but he wanted to try - as soon as he cleaned
up this huge mess he had a part in.
Moonsilk was hiding, he knew this too. Lotor knew that she must hate him.
Why did he seem to only show his nasty side with her? He loved her as much
as the others, but she seemed to always affect him that way. Was it that
their termperments were the same? If only he could somehow, someway show her
just how much he did care for her - and more than just as a sexual
plaything.
He walked down the hall when he saw his father carrying a woman - it was
Tamysan! He was bellowing at Hagar's door demanding her to come out.
"Father! Put her down!" Lotor yelled.
Zarkon glared at Lotor. "You give ME orders, whelp? I don't think so! Look,
the wench is about to give birth to MY new son!" he grinned maliciously.
Lotor looked at Tamysan wide-eyed. She was groaning in pain and her belly
was huge! He didn't understand how this happened, but there had to be magic
involved!
Tamysan's gold eyes squinted at him. "Lotor.."
"I will get you away from him, Tamysan, I promise." Lotor said. "Let her go,
father!"
"HAGAR! Get out here!" Zarkon bellowed again.



****************

Henry, alias Hunk took care not to be seen as he made his way through Castle
Doom. He was going to get answers now if he had to beat it out of someone.
Whoever hurt Moonsilk hurt her deeply, and he was going to get to the bottom
of it!
He turned a corner and then suddenly jumped back. He saw Lotor and then he
saw Zarkon carrying a woman - a very pregnant Drule woman. For a moment he
thought it was Samara, but the woman was too tall. She looked rather like
Tamysan - Tamysan? No way! Whoever she was, she was in pain and it looked as
if she were going to give birth any moment. He stayed hidden for the moment,
not knowing just what the situiation was. He kept his laser pistol at the
ready, his body tense, ready to jump...

*****************

They both glared at each other, father and son. Zarkon kept a grip upon
Tamysan until suddenly she was hurled away from him by force, landing hard
on her stomach on the floor between the two men.
"What the hell!" Zarkon exclaimed.
Hagar suddenly appeared. "It's for your own good, sire! Those children will
someday kill you - and me. SHE will make them.." she pointed at Tamysan, who
gasped in pain. Before anyone could make a move, Hagar hurled an energy bolt
at Tamysan, aimed at her belly, to kill her and her unborn twins...

"No! My son!" Zarkon yelled.

Lotor ran out in front of Tamysan. A split second later Henry bolted out of
his hiding place..
Bwhahahaha! Another cliffhanger!!! - tam

Gina and Keith go to The Rack Room, and Ram-O is truly a sweetie: A longie
Sorry about last night! I wasn't feeling well. I'm
somewhat better now.

"This is where the OTHER agony started, Gina."
Keith pushed my wheelchair with the utmost respect as
befitting someone of my rank. I HATED it. I wanted him
to treat me the way that he had before I lost my
memory. But he's as stubborn as he is gorgeous.

I pointed to the array of tools and whips stacked
neatly in various locations, my eyes lighting up. None
of my memory was returning, but I liked what I saw.

Keith chuckled despite himself. "Those belong to you
and Grand Mistress Jenn," he said.

I nodded in admiration. She and I obviously had great
taste. I looked up at him. "Thanks for bringing me
here, Keith."

He nodded. "My pleasure," he said.

And maybe it was, but Doctor Sarah had given us hell
when Keith had told her where he was going to take me.

"She isn't well enough to go anywhere yet! Leave her
HERE!"

Keith had put up a calm-down palm. "She can't lie in
bed forever, and I'm putting her in a wheelchair.
Besides, I'm duty-bound to obey this princess."
He said that last sentence with a VERY knowing grin.
It told me that I had indeed had him. I blushed and
grinned.

He grinned and indicated me with a thumb. "See?"

Doctor Sarah had thrown her hands up in the air in
despair. "All RIGHT..all RIGHT..." She pointed at
Keith. "She is YOUR responsibility. Understand?"

Keith did, and saluted her.

And now here we were, in THAT room. I could feel that
something bad had happened in here. I just couldn't
remember WHAT. No clues at all were coming to me.

I looked around the room again. No, not a single clue.

He put a hand on my shoulder. "Take your time, don't
rush," he said.

"Don't rush...?" I looked up at him. Hadn't he said
that before...? But before, WHEN?

~Mmmmmm, yes....we have all night...don't rush~ I
suddenly had a vision of me and him tangled in each
other, going at it as if we'd been starved. I tried to
hold on to it, but as soon as it had come it vanished.

"Dammit!" I got out of the wheelchair without thinking
about it, which was stupid because my legs were to
weak to bear my weight. Also, my stitches were
protesting. I winced and staggered.

He carefully caught me and scooped me up in his arms.
He carried me around the room, verbally pointing out
this and that and what had happened over the past few
weeks.

None of it rang a bell. To make myself feel better, I
reached out and grabbed a whip, examining every inch
of it. I cracked it with a flick of the wrist.

He began to breathe heavily. "King James taught you
well," he managed to say.

A vision of a man even more gorgeous and built than
Keith popped into my head and then vanished. "Who?" I
said, then grinned. "So my innate skills were honed."

He chuckled. The sound was soft and deep and went all
the way to my toes. "You wanna prove that you were
born knowing how to wield a whip?"

I grinned. "You sure you can handle it?"

He set me down. "I can handle anything you throw at
me," he asserted.

Quickly, he took off my slippers and replaced them
with heavy black leather flat-heeled boots, giving me
the ability to stand upright. He then strode over to
The Rack and waited.

I slowly made my way over to him, raising the whip,
scanning his body for his "spots".
'He likes to have his chest whipped just THERE-"

I gasped. I remembered that!
He gasped. "You remembered THAT spot!"

"I...I..." My hand dropped. He shook his head firmly.
"No, no, don't worry about that now, Mistress! I want
to taste the whip, I CRAVE it!"

A feeling of power came over me. I welcomed it. It
felt GOOD. I raised the whip again. "Yes, 'Mistress'.
And you'd better obey my every command, peasant."

He laughed out loud, joyfully, raised his hands high
above his head, and threaded his fingers. Then he got
serious. "DO it, Mistress. DO it."

The gorgeous specimen everyone called Prince Lotor
burst into the room. "Oh no you DON'T. *I* was the one
she first whipped when she came here. It is only right
that she whip my first now that her memory's back."

"It's NOT back. And how DARE you interrupt this
session! Get your blue ass over there NOW!"

"BITCH," Lotor spat, but obeyed, standing next to
Keith and raising his own hands high above his head.

I cracked the whip. '*This* is my function here? This
is GREAT!' I thought, as the power in me increased.
'Maybe if I whip these bad boys enough, I'll remember
more...'

"Did you call me a bitch, Lotor?" I demanded.

He nodded meekly. "You used to like it when I called
you that."

I remembered that. I remembered how it always inspired
me to be crueler. I cracked the whip again. "Make me
like it again! BEG FOR FORGIVENESS!"

Seconds later the most wonderful sounds came out of
the room.

***

Ram-O sat looking out of a window, a bass guitar
nearby. He'd left Moonie to use a bathroom. On his way
back he'd heard Henry and Lance in her room and knew
she was safe. He'd stopped by my chambers to grab his
guitar and had come here to think about things. ONE
thing.

"She's coming back to us. I can FEEL it." He grinned
sheepishly and picked up the guitar.

Seconds later he was playing and "Everything I Do" and
happy tears were falling from his eyes.

"I'll cry for you...I'll lie for you..walk the world
for you...I'll die for you..."
His singing was off-key, but he meant every word.


AWWWWWWWW! Moonie, you better grab this man!
nutbug
Take this awaaaayyyyyyyyy!

Subj: Re: Love Potion#9-Aftermath-belated
Since the rest of this story wasn't posted to Denubian Tales, please do not
post any more of it on DT (this is for anyone on the Harem Tales list). Some
of us are not on Harem Tales and have no idea what's been going on. Not to
mention that I've tried to end the posting of most Harem tales on DT
altogether, and it pains me to see how many good writers haven't written
anything but Harem fics in months... Thanks.

Jenn
Mistress of Doom

Subj: Love Potion No 9: Mother's Day and another visit from a ghost
She was floating..it was peaceful, calm. There had been a brief blast of
pain, yells and then she was here.



Two children came to where she was. They were beauful children. They had
Lotor's eyes. Tamysan smiled. They were her twins, who she had been carrying.
Zarkon's children. She was so glad they did not look like their father. But
what were they doing here in this peaceful place?



from your father!>

everything but us..we came too soon. Our father is really another..>



The girl smiled. There is enough majic in us to do it...>



The boy smiled and it was Lotor's smile. and bear us someday..>



They shook their heads. Hagar's aim was true to a point. But you are merely absorbing us. It is not
painful. Everything is merely righting itself.>

Tamysan frowned slightly.

She will help right things by dealing with D'elijah. Now you must go back..>



will see us again and you will love our father not hate him.>

Tamysan smiled slightly.

They smiled as they started to fade.

cannot erase the memories of what Zarkon did to you, but our existence you
will only remember as a vague dream..>



"Agggghh!" **PAIN!**

"Vital signs! She's with us again!"

"Thank the gods!"

"So far so good! Lotor and Tamysan are with us.."

"It's a damn good thing Hunk was there.."

Hunk? Lotor? What happened to Lotor? Then she remembered. Lotor took some of
the energy bolt for her..

**********

Hagar was looking through her crystal. She was locked in her chamber. She
made sure Zarkon didn't remember what she had done. He was at present
sleeping in his chambers. There were times when she was very grateful to be a
witch. One of those times was when she had to deal with a raging Zarkon.

Hagar looked through the crystal of future possibilities. She knew Tamy had
miraculously lived. Evidently, those twins within her had somehow deflected
her magic somehow. Tamysan DID die, but the love of her children brought her
back.
The crystal was clouded at first and then she saw some images - Lotor,
sitting with several of his wives and children, happy and hail. He had aged
very well. Hagar saw his wives - they were chatting with Allura - Allura! So
he HAD finally gotten the princess! Tamysan was not there at first, but then
she came in with Gorjon. With her were two twin children, a boy and a girl.
They were Lotor's children and they were about three years old. In her arms
she held a newborn with Gorjon's eyes. Tamysan wore a small dainty crown on
her head which was from Gorjon's planet. They were happy and joking with the
others. She saw Moonsilk, a two year old child at her feet, smiling and
hugely pregnant with someone's (was it that Lance fellow's?) child. There was
a sense of peace and harmony in that vision. Gina even boasted a dark haired
child, his chocolate brown eyes denoting just who the father was.
And she was there too - her dark self. But not so dark either. She was not
the most loved, but she was valued. They had become the closest she had to
having friends. She cackled at one of Samara's stories in the vision and then
it faded, only to cloud up again into shards of other possibilities.
In her way she had changed the future. How ironic.

Suddenly, she felt a chill...D'elijah. She didn't know HOW she knew. She just
knew.



Hagar's eyes narrowed. She wasn't going to let some little DEAD twip of a
ghost scare her!

"Maybe it was meant to be..MAYBE you are a little liar and simply wanted
revenge. I don't think you're stuck here at all.." Hagar said.

D'elijah
suddenly appeared.
"Oh, he raped you that is true. But isn't also true that you and your 'true
love' plotted to gain the throne of Doom yourselves? You plotted and Zarkon's
old father found out. He did have some sense to him. When Zarkon killed your
lover, you plotted revenge then didn't you? You let Doom's enemies know of
the weaknesses and they attacked. You didn't run out away from Zarkon, you
RAN to the enemy and they killed you because they knew if you betrayed Doom
you would betray them."

she screamed.

"I see a lot in my crystals. Past, present and scenes of possible futures.
the crystals have never lied to me - they are incapable of giving false
report. You have no reason to stay, D'elijah."

"I do! Zarkon must die!"

"Zarkon WILL die, but that's not up to you, D'elijah. Stupid fool. Don't you
know your beloved has been waiting for you all this time? You've believed
your own lie for years because you didn't want to admit it was YOU who
brought about your own downfall."







Hagar watched as a tall Drule appeared beside D'elijah.

fool will get what he derserves one day..>

D'elijah looked confused.

Hagar thought, The girl was not high on brain cells, that's for sure..



He took her hand and held it. The girl smiled.

D'elijah's ghostly form turned to Hagar.

Hagar said sadly, "One day, despite my best efforts - yes, he will..It is
fated."

D'elijah smiled and the two disappeared.

Hagar sighed. Thank the gods ghosts with magical tendancies didn't get
smarter...

*******
Here's a medical report!
Okies! Lotor is in the Harem medical room because he tried to take the bolt
for Tamysan! Tamysan went into labor and died but came back, her babies and
all evidence of her being pregnant gone from her, although she's still a
Drule. She'll remember Zarkon's doings but not her pregnancy with his twins.
Strangely enough, this knowledge will be gone from Zarkon as well since Hagar
erased that incident from his mind.
It was Hunk who got them over to the medical wing. Hagar had zapped out
before anyone could get her, and she zapped Zarkon into lala land in his
bedroom! Gorjon is also in the medical wing, recuperating from the beating he
recieved from the bullyboys!
Take it away and send us some flowers!
tam
Congrats on de baby, Moonie!
tam

Subj: Interlude: Gina gives Ram-O an option: Serve Moonie for a time
(Would y'all believe that I fell asleep at about 7:30p
last night? Geeeezzzzzzeeeee.....)

Keith wheeled me into my chambers. I was exhausted
from the whipping I had given him and Lotor. How had I
kept it up for hours, as both he and Lotor had
asserted? I didn't know. I must have kept myself in
great shape.

I heard beautiful guitar music playing. I didn't
recognize the tune, but whoever had written it must
have had a ginormous heart.

"That's Ram-O playing. He's one of your slaves." Keith
wheeled me next to my bed and helped me sit down upon
it.

I narrowed my eyes. "He must be in love, to be playing
so soulfully. Did he compose that tune?"

Keith shook his head no. "But he IS in love. With
Mistress Moonsilk."

I asked the obvious. "So why is he MY slave? Shouldn't
he be with HER? Call him in here, please."

Keith did. When Ram-O appeared, he bowed formally
before me, careful not to hurt his guitar. "You
summoned me, Princess?"

I nodded. "I apologize for interrupting your beautiful
playing, but I would like to know why you serve me
instead of the one you love."

He shrugged as if it were no big deal to him. "I am
sworn to YOU, Mistress-I mean Princess. We slaves
swear eternal loyalty and devotion to those we belong
to. Even if I were to leave the Harem, that vow
remains."

I leaned forward. He rushed forward to support me, but
it wasn't necessary. "But Ram-O...you love her. Can't
I release you from that vow?"

He shook his head no. "That rule is older than time,
it seems. Not even our Master, Prince Lotor, can
release me from it."

"Hmmmm. Maybe she can borrow you for a while. Would
that be all right with you?"

He nodded very enthusiastically. "I would serve her
with almost the same devotion that I do you."

I nodded. "Keith, please see if Mistress Moonsilk can
come in here for a special talk. And..." I grinned.
"And ask her to bring Kree with her. I like the way he
wiggled his tongue when he was attending to me."

I leaned too far forward. Ram-O caught me. I briefly
wondered how I'd survive without those arms, even
though it would be for only a short time, then I
nodded, almost as if to myself. "Yes. See if she
wouldn't mind..."

Keith nodded, saluted me, then went to do my bidding.
Ram-O made sure I was secure, then sat near me and
prepared to play the guitar again.

Moonie, wanna take this away? Or does anyone want to
continue where we left off?
nutbug
It's been too long! : Gina passes out: A Shortie
A sudden wracking pain went through me. I dropped the
whip.
As I fell into unconciousness I could faintly hear
Keith yelling my name. I wanted to tell him that I'd
be okay, I just needed a little nap, but I was already
out.

Alerted by Keith's yelling, Tamy, Sarah, Moonie and
Alex rushed into the room.

Tamy let out some Texan cursing that caused Sarah to
put her hands where she thought the baby's ears would
be. "REALLY, Tamy..." she said.

Moonie shook her head slowly. "She should NEVER have
left the bed. She wasn't ready yet. She's not fully
healed."

Tamy moved forward. "Enough talk, dammit. Let's get
her back to bed. Keith! What the hell you just
standing there for! Help out!"

Moonie heaved a sigh. She was caught between feeling
bad and feeling slightly vindicated. Gina had suffered
yet again for what she had done to her, which was
good. But no one deserved what Zarkon had done to her.
If Tamy hadn't stepped in and taken over the
situation...
But she was alive. So all would be well. WOULDN'T it?

Tamy's harsh, impatient voice broke into her thoughts.
"DAMMIT, Moonie, don't just stand there! Go ahead of
us and ask that delectable slave of yours to prepare
Gina's bed and the medication! GO!"

Moonie went ahead as requested, hating it, hating
being ordered about although she understood perfectly
the urgency if the situation.

After telling "that delectable slave" what to do, she
lingered near the entrance. She'd seen some
interesting medication. A few drops of one of these
might put that whip-happy slut bitch out of her misery
forever. But did she REALLY want to do that to Gina?
When she realized what a mistake she'd made, she'd
been ready to give up her life to make up for it, for
Moonie. One didn't meet people like that every day.

Moonie picked up a bottle and examined it. Would it be
worth it?

Take it away!
nutbug

Subj: Gina's in another coma, oh geez
There was chaos in the Harem, but I knew nothing about
it. I was sinking into another coma thanks to my
over-exerting my body and mind. I hadn't fully
recovered yet and my brain was punishing me for it.

But somewhere deep in my brain, I was fully aware, had
my memory back (somewhat) and I was having an
interesting conversation with...uhm...

~Where AM I?~

soul.>

~That's not funny.~

arrived at this destination.>

~But I KNOW why. I have been told that I messed up BIG
time.~

do you wish to remain here?>

~If I choose the latter I might as well be dead.~



~I don't know anymore. I nearly destroyed the mind and
soul of another. I don't deserve to be a member of the
Harem. I don't care what anyone says. I failed my
duties. I failed ME.~

BLIND. You are human. You make mistakes—silence, I
don't want to hear yet again what a big mistake this
was. You are loved. You are wanted. You have been
forgiven. Why can't you forgive yourself?>

~Don't you realize the amount of damage that I have
done and caused? How CAN I forgive myself?~

remain here. And I shall return total amnesia to you.
It seems to be the only way, for you refuse to let go
of your quest for self-destruction.>

~NO!!!!!~



My vital signs dropped. Sarah and her assistants
rushed to stabilize me. But of this I was not aware. I
was only aware in that deep place somewhere, on my
knees, struggling to find the strength and faith to
return to the Harem.

TBC...take it awaaaaayyyyyyy!
nutbug

Subj: Memories....light the corner of my mind...Sorry! :> A tame longie
Date: 7/5/99 4:06:04 PM


~I am Princess Gina Tonshi of Venusae, third in line
for the throne.~



~What do you mean by that? Of COURSE I am!>



~They do if Master King James is training them.~



~That's nice.~



~I don't wear rings. I prefer necklaces, chains and
leather collars.~

insignia on it. Could it be that you have worn it for
so long that you have forgotten that you wear it?>

~OH. (sheepish shrug) But is this not a ring that
signifies housing with someone?~

(laughter)

~HMPH. I have my Rameses, I have no need of marriage.~

insiginia ALSO on that ring?>

(a multitude of images run through my mind and they
HURT)

~OH that hurts! I can't bear this pain! Why won't you
leave me alone! You SAID you were!~



~You said that when I—when I—~
(a bright light fills my mind)
~When I...~



(I bow my head) ~When I...~ (my eyebrows go up) ~Who's
Lotor?~



~Don't toy with me! There are many images going
through my mind, and his are the most prominent..but
all I see is his face and I get feelings of anger from
it...WHO IS HE?~



~Remember WHAT?~



~Have I spent time with this gorgeous man?~



~You toy with me. Yes, he is indeed gorgeous. I
remember that—OW THIS HURTS!~



~YES! Get me Doctor Sarah—~



(My brow furrows) ~I'm not sure....dammit...~

(painful images of being whipped harshly by what must
be Medusa's father come to me)

~I...I....KNOW that face! That face caused me MUCH
harm when I...when I...~

(I see a handsome young man battle with the gorgeous
Lotor)

~WHO is THAT handsome creature?~



(I see this handsome young man fight to save Rameses'
life via tubes)

~Is that....Keith? Is HE my husband?~



~I....he is not my husband. Look there! The gorgeous
man wears a ring much like my own. Lotor is my
husband!~



(I see a no-nonsense woman with outrageous hair and a
ring like mine strike a deal with Medusa's father for
my benefit and I gasp)

~Tamy? But where is Sammie?~



~I'm remembering...~
(Me and Ram-O wandering halls looking for Tamy and
Moonie and me thinking about how obvious it's become
that this slave of mine has feelings for Moonie)

~Ram-O has a guitar! And Moonie...~
(white sheet of pain)
~What did I DO to her? Is this why I'm here? Oh NO, I
must make amends...ARGH this hurts!~



~No KIDDING! Get me out of here! I want to go back! I
have a Medusa-male to punish! Keith must be SO
worried...he's enough of a worry-wart as it is.~



(I shake my head) ~I did too much damage, they'll
never forgive me. Moonie is probably waiting for me
with weapons or poisons. The instant I open my eyes
she's gonna kill me.~



~I MUST!~



~If you don't hurry...~

(chuckling)

***

"Uhhhhhhhhh......"

"She's coming back to us! And there's recognition in
her eyes!"

"Oh great."

"Damn, Moonie...aren't you glad to see her? Come over
here!"

"I GUESS...I mean, I didn't want her to DIE..."

"Then put that bottle down and...HEY! What were you
going to do with that?"

"With THIS? Oh, nothing."

"I HOPE not! Those are my morning sickness pills!"

(laughter)

"Hey, Doc." I beckon her over.

"Yes?"

"Get me up and functional. Then I'm going to the gym
to work out. I'm going to kick Zarkon's ass all over
the galaxy."

(silence)

"Uhm...that won't be necessary, we've kinda taken care
of Ol' Fish Face. He won't come around here for a
while."

"That's nice, but I have a score to settle with him."
I look at the ceiling. "I owe him one for what he
tried to do to me and Rameses when we first came to
the Harem."

(silence again)

"What are you TALKING about?"

I grin deviously. "There's a reason he pretty much
leaves me alone."

(no one moves, jaws have dropped)

"What EXACTLY happened?" Tamy asks.

I look at her, at all of them. "Lotor never told you
this, but if not for me and Remy, one of the battles
between father and son for control of this Harem would
have ended MISERABLY. Someone please get me a tall
glass of grapefruit juice and I shall tell the story."

Sarah shakes her head. "Talk later. First you have to
rest. You are in need of more stitches." She puts a
needle in me. Soon I become a wee bit sleepy and dizzy
and "heavy headed".

I nod. "All right, but I'd better see the rest of you
when I wake up. It would be nice to see Keith and
Lotor too."

The others exchange looks. "Uhm..." Sarah says, "Keith
we can send in. But as for Lotor..."

I grimace. "Uh oh. What happened?"

Tamy draws up a chair. "You see...."

I listen intently to every word. As she is finishing
up I doze off, thoughts of how to kick Zarkon's behind
prominent in my mind.

take it away!
nutbug
===

Subj: Firewoiks of a different kind

"Hey! Where IS everybody? Jenn? Gina? ANYBODY?"
John, Mister Perfect Cheekbones and Official Harem
Musician, sets down his luggage in front of the
Official Harem Entrance.

The sound of approaching footsteps causes him to turn.
"Who's THAT?"

Trying not to pant, I slow down a few feet in front of
him and glare up at him. "You were SUPPOSED to wait
for me! I've been LOOKING for you! Don't make me have
to put you on the rack!"

John gives me the cutest California scowl I've ever
seen. "I came early. I decided to walk over. I know
the way."

"That's not the POINT. If you do that again I'm gonna
confiscate your guitar."

"You wouldn't DARE."

"Oh yes I WOULD."

"You do THAT and I'll confiscate your Andrea Bocelli
tape. I might ALSO send a certain scientist an e-mail
and tell him a certain thing."

"You're a cruel man, Mr. Cheekbones."

(shrug) "No I'm not. You just need to be put in your
place now and then."

"Don't talk to me as if you're my older brother or
father."

"That reminds me. Wonder what Jenn's sending me for my
upcoming birthday?"

"You ignored the statement."

"I want to see Jenn. I have something for her."

"So let her have it. You know where to go."

"Y'know, for a fan, you don't sound too appreciative
that I'm here."

"I think you'd better keep an eye on your guitar."

"And you on your precious Bocelli."

"You're not JEALOUS are you?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Just.." I shove him inside the Harem and snap my
fingers for men-slaves to take care of his luggage.
"Just get in there. Jenn's expecting you."

"Don't touch my guitar."

"Geez! Just go to see her and stop gyrating on my
nerves! I thought you were this nice sweet guy..."

"That was before you threatened my guitar."

"I wasn't going to HURT it, just CONFISCATE it."

"Don't threaten my guitar."

"Will you PLEASE get over that and JUST GO GET HER?!"


Jenn!!!!!! Help!!!!

Heheheheh
nutbug