This story occurs after the Rice-A trip & probably after Michelle's tale,"Heart to Heart."
Tam
"Babysitting the Boss" One
While the Scribes and Prince Lotor were taking a well-earned vacation on Rice-
A, Zarkon was all alone except for Hagar, his old harem and the guards. This
gave him some time to think and stew over his son Lotor. Quite frankly, he was
jealous of his son who had youth and handsomeness on his side.
Zarkon thought how unfair it was that it was HE who gained an empire, HE who
gained all the riches and such and yet it was his son who gained all the
benefits of his hard work. His son, Lotor was handsome, young and he spent HIS
money on procuring beautiful women for himself. Did he, Zarkon benefit from
it? No! Those women in Lotor's harem - especially those delectable Scribes
should have been begging at his feet for his favors. Instead they rebuffed
him, tricked him and got out of any trap he tried to set for them. Wasn't a
king more deserving of fleshly pleasures than a mere prince? No it was not
fair - not a bit.
Prince Lotor and his Scribes had since returned from Rice-A. All was quiet for
the moment and Zarkon was bored and frustrated to boot. He saw to his disgust
Hagar crossing the hall that connected to the throne room. Hagar was actually
humming a tune! He thought for a moment and KNEW that she had not snuck in his
chambers again for a quick one. He shuddered. He saw her carrying something -
something in a small vial.
He bellowed, "And just what do you have there, old witch!"
Hagar actually jumped! The old witch never did that! She was hiding
something..
"Nothing, sire! Merely a potion for my latest roebeast!" she said smoothly.
Zarkon got up from his throne and came down the stairs. Hagar made as if to go
but Zarkon bellowed, "Stop, old hag! I want to see that vial!"
Hagar stopped, but as he came closer, she scowled a little.
"What's the matter, sire? No longer trust me?" she said.
"I never trusted you, Hagar. Now hand over that vial!" Zarkon stuck his hand
out.
"Sire! I assure you. It's nothing you want!" Hagar said quickly.
"Oh? Then why were you humming? Creating a roebeast never makes you that
happy. The only thing that makes you hum like that is.." Zarkon's beady eyes
narrowed as he looked intently at the vial. He smiled evily.
"I think you have Elysian youth serum there, Hagar.."
"Why that's absurd, sire! That is very costly - almost priceless! I have no
inter- "
He cut her off."Oh? And just WHO is it that goes into my chambers as a
beautiful woman every chance she gets? You, old hag! Now hand over the serum!"
Hagar KNEW that Zarkon had her dead to rights. She could easily zap him with
her magic, but she couldn't harm him - never really could. She reluctantly
handed it over.
"Sire.." she said, "I will take the serum and become my old beautiful self
once more! Then I shall be able to do so much for you and for the Empire!"
Zarkon scoffed. "You want to be Queen of Doom, scheming witch! I will take the
youth serum and become young again! And this time I will have an empire and
all the riches I have now plus Lotor's elusive Scribes…"
Hagar looked a little surprised. "But sire, what of Lotor? If you are young
again, then the competition will be worse between you!"
Zarkon walked off from Hagar with a secret smile. He muttered, "Oh, I shall
take care of that problem soon enough, old hag..soon enough.."
To be continued..!!
"
"Babysitting the Boss" Two

It was a cheerful day in the Harem of Prince Lotor. The Scribes knew that they
were well loved by Prince Lotor and would be a part of his life for as long as
they pleased. The best thing lately was that Zarkon had not been stalking the
Scribes either. The Scribes all breathed a big sigh of relief on this one!
Zarkon's 'raids' were terrifying, for they all knew that some day he just
could get "lucky!"
The scent of perfumed soap and other smells wafted through the air. But Tamy's
nose picked up the distinct smell of -
"Tacos! I smell Tacos! Who's brought the Mexican food!!" Tamy said, walking
quickly down the hall.
Devana, hearing Tamy smiled. She said, "Over here, Tamysan!"
To her delight, Tamysan came running to her.
"Hi Devvie! Visiting your brother Lotor? Lucky Sparky Zark didn't see ya.."
she looked at the tell-tell Taco Bell bags on the table next to Devana.
Devana smiled broadly. "Yes..I brought some for you! Knowing you're a Texan
and you don't get none of this stuff here!"
Tamy grinned and dived into the bag.
"Oooh..Tacos Bell Grande..Nachos..yum..oooh and cinnamon crispas! Hey and fire
hot sauce! Yum! Hey you even brought some mints! Gotta have those!"
Tamy commenced to eating the tacos and Devana joined her even though she
passed on the hot sauce.
Some time later, they were sitting at the table, sipping cool drinks and
sucking on some breath mints.
Tamysan said, "Dev, those hit the spot! Lotor needs to try those.."
"Yes, but you know him. My brother doesn't like too many hot things.." Dev
commented.
Dom, passing by caught the tail end of the statement and said, "He likes hot
women!"
Devana and Tam both giggled. "Dom!" they both yelled. Dom merely skipped away
and giggled.
Devana stretched, gathered the remains of the Mexican food and said she had to
get going back to Arus. She only came to Doom to see how Lotor was doing and
to visit the Scribes. Tamy told her to be careful and Devana then went to say
good bye to the other Scribes since she had said goodbye to Lotor earlier.
Soon Devana was gone and Tamy stayed where she was at for awhile, getting the
usual harassment and proposition by Cossack and shooting him down. By golly
that was fun! Gina came by grinning which meant she was either going to paddle
someone or had paddled someone. Jenn was nowhere to be seen. It was suspected
that she was with Jon in secret somewhere.
Tamy fell asleep and woke up sometime later. The harem was quiet as if
everyone were asleep or elsewhere. Tamy got up and walked down the hall. She
ran into Michelle who commented on the quietness of the harem.
Tamysan said, "Maybe everyone's with Lotor.."
"Hmm, maybe. Let's check it out.." Michelle said.
They headed for Lotor's room when suddenly they heard of all things in the
harem - a baby crying! They ran into Lotor's room and gasped. There on the
floor in a heap of clothing, was a Drule baby! Michelle picked up the baby who
was obviously a male. He was wailing at the top of his lungs!
Michelle looked at the baby. "Where in the world did this baby come from? Do
you think it's one of Lotor's?"
Tamysan looked at the pile of clothes on the floor and then she saw a glass on
the floor, a dribble of liquid spilled from it. She frowned and sniffed it. It
smelled slightly spicy. Her eyes widened. She had a bad feeling about this.
"Michelle, I think that baby is Lotor!" Tamysan looked at Michelle fearfully.
"What?" Michelle held the wailing baby closer to her.
Suddenly a chilling voice came from the doorway.
"What an astute observation, my dear. You are quite right. Care to claim your
reward? I will freely give it. I am in a very good mood, you know."
There was only one man in the universe whose voice caused such creeping fear -
Zarkon, king of Doom…
To be continued!!

"Babysitting the Boss" - Three

They both turned in fear. There was Zarkon all right. Only this Zarkon was
younger, almost as young as Lotor. His white hair flowed down his back. His
body was youthful and muscular. But although he was physically fit he still
held the creepy aura around him that all the Scribes dreaded and feared. His
beady eyes flickered over the two Scribes in amusement and predatory
posessiveness.
He then looked at his now infant son and said to Michelle, "Quiet him. I can't
stand that catawalling!"
Michelle started to rock the baby, trying to quiet him. The rocking seemed to
soothe him and Lotor's wails subsided.
Zarkon said, "I'd forgotten how loud Lotor was as a little brat.."
Tamy was angry. How could Zarkon do that to his own son?
"What did you do to Lotor, Zarkon!" she said, her anger overriding her fear of
the man.
Zarkon walked over to her with a smirk, but Tamy held her ground. She was mad.
He picked a tendril of loose hair from her and idly played with it with his
fingers. Tamy repressed a shudder.
"I, my dear, merely shared my good fortune with my dear son, Lotor. Isn't he
an adorable brat?" He laughed and then his eyes flickered over the both of
them in triumph.
"Now I no longer have to worry about my son plotting to take my throne away
from me. This time I will make sure he obeys only me. He will marry who I want
him to marry." He grinned. "And by the time he grows up, that silly Princess
Allura will either be dead or long since married, gone to pot in middle age!
He won't be chasing after that silly twit."
Michelle yelled, "You're a fiend, Zarkon! How can you do such a thing?"
"Easily, my lovely, very easily - as well as other things.." he quickly
wrapped an arm around Tamysan's waist before she could dart away. Damn! He
moved much quicker now that he was younger, but he was STILL creepy!
"Ugh! Get away!" Tamysan said, gasping. She had enough of Zarkon!
His eyes became hard and with the other hand, twisted then pulled her hair,
making her wince in pain.
"I neglected to tell you ladies that since my son is but an infant, he is no
longer in need of a harem. But I, being such a generous master, won't boot you
ladies out. No..you Scribes are mine - ALL mine. No men-slaves or outsiders.
You will wait upon my pleasure for my pleasure..but you will find out all the
details in a moment. You will both come with me"
He looked at Michelle with the now-sleeping Lotor in her arms. "Cover him up
with something, wench! I don't want my son to get sick!"
Michelle complied, wrapping Lotor in his silk shirt. Lotor awakened a little
but soon went back to sleep. A moment later, Michelle was ready, but inside
she was angry and wanted to kill Zarkon where he stood for doing this.
He released his hold on Tamy's hair at last. He slipped his arm around her
waist again and said, "Now, ladies let's learn to be friendly. You'll find
that I am easy to get along with - as long as you do as I obey."
Tamy growled, "We'd rather be thrown to roebeasts than to be in your arms.."
Zarkon laughed, confident in his new-found youth. Nothing could bother him
now.
"Sorry, my dear, but you Scribes don't have that option. Besides that's not
what you said once…you begged me not to leave you.." he twitted her.
"You had me drugged out of my mind, you creep!"
"Well, perhaps that is what it will take until you Scribes learn to worship
me..let's go…the others are waiting!"
He jerked Tamysan along, pinching her waist and Michelle followed behind with
Lotor. They went to the main hall of the harem where all the Scribes were
gathered, confused and wondering just what the hell was going on…
To be continued..

"Babysitting the Boss" Four


As Michelle walked behind Zarkon and Tamysan, suddenly a strong but small arm
grabbed her. Michelle nearly yelped but then saw it was Sammie-Ma! She darted
into the passageway and Michelle followed her with Lotor. They came into one
of the rooms and Sammie-Ma faced Michelle with the baby Lotor in her arms. The
former teacher/slash dancer eyes widened.
"That baby! Where did he come from and why was Tamysan going with Zarkon
willingly? The man actually had hair! " she said in amazement.
Michelle said, "Sammie, you won't believe it but this baby is Lotor.."
Sammie peered down at the baby Drule. He opened his eyes and cooed at her, a
small smile crossing his face. Sammie's heart melted and she thought, ..so you
were a heart-breaker even as a babe..She just knew it was Lotor. She gently
took Lotor from Michelle and held him gently. She looked at Michelle's
frightened look and said, "Now, tell me, what's going on here?"
Michelle gulped. "Tamysan and I found Lotor this way in his room on a pile of
his clothes. Tamy found a glass with a little bit of liquid in it nearby.
That's when Zarkon came in. And - and oh Sammie-Ma! He was young!! He said
that was Lotor and he would raise him right this time where he would obey him!
And he was taking over the harem since Lotor was a baby!"
"The evil of that man!" Sammie-Ma exclaimed. "Doing this to his own son! I
knew he was always jealous of Lotor."
Michelle trembled. "He has the whole harem gathered now..I think he's going to
lay down his rules..oh Sammie-Ma! We've had it! Lotor's helpless! We're
helpless!"
"No." Sammie-Ma said wisely. "I need to see what was in that glass Lotor
drank. If it's what I think it is then we have a chance."
Michelle looked at Samara wide-eyed. "It's obvious that Zarkon took the same
potion you did Samara! He gave it to Lotor too! It's irreversible!"
Sammie smiled down at the baby Lotor as he reached up to play with her hair.
She looked at Michelle.
"Don't be afraid Michelle. If Zarkon has the potion I think he has, then he
has already taken care of things for us.."
"I don't understand!" Michelle wailed, worrying about the others.
Samara went into a passage with the baby and motioned with Michelle to follow
and smiled.
"What is it Earthlings say? 'Oh ye of little faith?' Come on, we'll go to
Lotor's room and just see what he drank."
Michelle went into the passageway with Samara. "I hope we won't be too late.."
Samara said, "I do too. When Zarkon was younger, he had a much stronger sex
drive. Now from what I have seen of him he is even younger. He'll go through
the Scribes very quickly and very often."
She grimaced and shuddered at the thought. They both went into the passageway
that lead into Lotor's chambers.
To Be Continued!

"Babysitting the Boss" Five


Tamysan grimaced at the feel of Zarkon's hand on her waist. He might have been
young and strong, he might even look better, but he still held that aura of
cruelty and evilness. She could sense his heartless and selfishness - all the
Scribes could - just as they could sense Lotor's soft heart under his
warrior's exterior. It was what separated the Scribes from the main harem
population.
Out of the corner of her eye, Tamy saw Michelle disappear and then dart into a
dark hall. She didn't say anything but hoped that perhaps Michelle would go
for some kind of help. At any rate, Lotor would be safe from his father. Any
father who would go to such lengths to gain what his son had would do
anything.
To her dismay, Zarkon turned around.
"Where did that wench go with my son!" he growled.
Tamysan said, "Perhaps he needed a diaper change.."
Zarkon's eyes narrowed. "She better be tending to my son! If this is a trick -"
Tamy bit her lip and then said, "My liege, Lotor is baby! A baby often uh-
does some pretty nasty things - things that don't smell so good - or have you
forgotten that?"
"Huh!" Zarkon grunted. "I had nursemaids who tended to that but you do have a
point, wench." Then Zarkon grinned at her. "Since we are now alone, perhaps
the others can wait for a bit. I find my desires are more keen since my - ah
rejuvenation.."
Tamy shuddered. "Ah - sire..maybe you're uh - tired of me..umm I mean
lately.."
"I haven't HAD you yet, wench, and I will have you and the other Scribes over
and over again.." he pulled her into his embrace.
Tamy felt like she was gonna hurl. His breath was STILL bad! Hadn't the man
heard of breath mints? He leaned over to kiss her.
Tamysan tensed and Zarkon said, "You will all learn to enjoy what I have to
give.."
At that moment, Cossack came down the hall, looking just as bewildered as she
felt. He cleared his throat. "Uh, Your Majesty, the Scribes are all gathered
in the main room of the Harem."
Cossack was on his best behavior. After the incident of his cross-dressing, he
was on Zarkon's hit list. Tamysan knew he didn't know what happened to Lotor
yet, what would happen to him? Despite his crazy stunts and his constant
horniness, Cossack was a good man.
Zarkon was plainly annoyed at being disturbed, but he turned and said to
Cossack. "Good! Go back there and keep an eye on them. I heard you're good at
that."
Cossack hesitated, not wanting to leave her with this new young Zarkon, but
Zarkon yelled, "LEAVE or I WILL throw you to the roebeasts piece by piece -
while you're still alive!"
Cossack left. This Zarkon was much more aggressive and meaner than he had ever
been old. What had happened?
Zarkon reluctantly moved away a little from Tamy but not before sliding his
hand downward to the curve of her rear. She shuddered again and he smiled,
knowing his touch sickened her.
"We best go after all, my dear. The sooner I lay down the rules of the Harem,
the sooner we shall all become aquainted." he took her arm and they walked
down the hall to the main harem chambers. Zarkon chuckled, thinking about all
the delightful fun he would soon have.
He said aloud, "I believe the way I feel now, I can take you all tonight and
still come back for more!"
Zarkon was relishing his youth, his vitality. He would have years in which to
conquer more planets for his empire. Years to enjoy the pleasures that being a
powerful monarch would give him. Perhaps he would even sire some more
children. Brats were a pain, but they would be useful in gaining more planets
for the Empire. He could marry them off very easily. Perhaps even some of
these Scribes would do. They were intelligent enough. He grinned. After years
of defeats by Voltron and years of putting up with Lotor's bumbling, at last
he would make everything the way HE wanted it!
They entered the main hall of the harem. Tamysan wished she could drop into
the floor. Zarkon smiled cruelly in triumph at all the ladies of HIS harem!
To Be Continued!

"Babysitting the Boss" Six


"Aha!" Samara exclaimed as she held up the fallen glass. "Just as I
thought."
She and Michelle were in Lotor's room now, and Michelle was holding
Lotor while Samara examined the glass. Michelle hefted Lotor a little in
her arms. She wasn't used to holding babies and was it her imagination
or was Lotor getting heavier?
"What?" Michelle exclaimed.
"Put Lotor on the bed and I will explain." Samara said with a smile.
Michelle did and she sat on the bed next to Lotor, who was sucking his
thumb. Michelle smiled and wondered if any children of Lotor's would be
as adorable.
Samara smiled and said, "Evidently Zarkon gave Lotor half of the potion
and he drank the other half.."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Michelle said frantically.
"Right now, Zarkon could be - could be - ugh!" she made a face.
"If I know him, he'll be gloating - but not for long. You see, in order
for Elysian youth serum to work permanently, you must take the whole
dose - every last drop."
Michelle's eyes glimmered with realization. "So you're saying that since
Zarkon and Lotor didn't take a full dose then they'll revert back to the
way they were!"
"Exactly!" Samara smiled. "See? Look at Lotor. See how he's growing?"
Michelle looked at him wide-eyed. Lotor was no longer a baby but a
toddler! He looked about and scrambled off the bed and yelled with a
two-year old's exuberance. Samara quickly grabbed him and Lotor yelled
in Drule, "Down! I want down!"
Samara laughed and looked at Michelle. "Even as a two-year old, Lotor
had a sense of command, I think."
Michelle laughed and then she frowned. "If he's growing Samara, we need
to keep him in here till he - er - grows up."
"That won't be very long at all" Samara had her hands full trying to
contain the rapidly growing toddler. "You go to the main hall of the
harem and watch Zarkon.."
"Do I have to?" Michelle said, making a face.
"He's not terrible looking now.." Samara said. "But I know he is
repulsive because of his evil. Yes, I need you to watch him and you need
to let whoever is closest to him to stall him a little until Lotor is
grown. It'll be dangerous to be sure, but Zarkon must not suspect that
he and Lotor are returning to their old selves until it is too late.
More than likely, Zarkon and Lotor will age at the same pace, although
on Zarkon it won't be noticeable at first. Once he starts aging, he'll
wind up feeling his age worse when he returns to his old self. Once that
happens, he can be hustled out of the harem under a tranquilizer and
Lotor will back in control."
Michelle shivered. "I hope you're right Samara!"
Lotor wriggled out of Samara's arms, now a four year old boy. He stood
before them, naked except for the silk shirt covering his lower regions.
He looked at them imperiously and with a slight pout.
"I'm hungry! I want some candy!" he said commandingly.
Both Samara and Michelle stifled a laugh. Samara said, "My Prince, I
just happen to have some candy in my room. Come with me quietly and
we'll get some."
Lotor broke into a smile and took her hand trustingly. "You're a nice
lady.." his face clouded. "Are you my mama?"
Samara looked so sad! "No, My Prince. I am not. Your mother dwells in
another place far away but she looks after you and she loves you very
much."
Lotor looked sad and said, "I wish she were here instead of my father.
He - he scares me.."
Michelle looked astounded Poor Lotor! What a terrible childhood he had!
Samara gave the child Lotor a hug and said, "I know, but very soon
before you know it you won't be scared anymore."
Lotor then said pridefully. "Yes! Someday I'm gonna grow up and be big
and strong and then my father won't be mean anymore and maybe he'll love
me an' everyone will be happy."
Samara nodded at Michelle to go and she smiled at Lotor. "Yes, someday
that will happen..now what about that candy? If we don't go get some
soon, why old Hagar might get it!"
Lotor giggled at the thought of ugly Hagar eating candy! He followed
Samara into another passageway and they made their way to her room.
Michelle went into the hall and made her way to the main hall of the
harem, careful to go into the back door, knowing that the hall would be
crowded with the rest of the Scribes. She hoped that Lotor would grow up
in a hurry!
To be continued!
"Babysitting the Boss"
Seven

Lotors harem was in a confused uproar. All were gathered in the main
hall of the harem, half-expecting Lotor to come and announce that Allura
would be his bride at last or perhaps bestow something upon them. But
this! Sarah had tried to get some information from Cossack, but he knew
as much as she did. It was plain that this disturbed him as well.
When Zarkon, hauling Tamy by the arm came in, young and relatively (for
him) handsome, a collective gasp came from them all. He was young!
Zarkon was young! He actually had - HAIR! If he was young then what happened
to Lotor? The
Scribes started to talk amongst themselves, but Zarkon's bellow stopped
them.
He faced them, a gloat upon his face and announced that they were now
under his benevolent protection. The Scribes reacted to this with their
usual derision. But when Zarkon said why he was taking over the harem,
the Scribes were shocked.
Jenn cried out, "What do you mean, Lotor's too young to have a harem, you old
fossil?"
Zarkon raised an eyebrow at her. "You, wench will pay for that remark. You're
known as the mistress of Doom, eh? Well, to retain THAT title, you must EARN
it, wench!"
He smiled suggestively at Jenn, who blanched and mumbled something about
marrying Jon if it was the last thing she did. Zarkon laughed and said, "As
for my son being too young, why he is! He is but an infant!"
"Infant! Ya mean a baby?" Dom asked. "You're the biggest liar I've ever seen,
Zarkon!"
Zarkon, still grasping Tamy painfully by the arm, walked over to Dom, took his
other hand and grasped her by the chin. He put his face very close to hers,
which didn't help her much because his breath was less than minty fresh! She
winced.
"My dear ah - what are you called? Dom..yes..Dom. I am in a good mood today so
I won't punish you as I ought to, but soon you will have better things to do
with your mouth than to insult your lord and master!"
To the shock of the harem, Zarkon kissed the terrified Dom on the lips and she
fainted in pure shock and revulsion. Christa caught her before she could hit
her head on the floor.
Suddenly they heard a crack of a whip on the floor. It had to be Gina! Sure
enough it was the Paddle Mistress herself, unafraid and defiant!
"Hey, you horny flounder-face! Care to take on the paddle Queen? Leave them
alone!" Gina cracked her whip again.
Zarkon only smiled and gestured. Suddenly two of his robot guards came and
surrounded Gina. She slashed her whip at them, but they were unaffected by the
blows which surely would have shredded flesh. Gina was soon pinned down,
humilated and angry. Zarkon walked over the short distance to Gina. Tamysan
wished he'd let go of her arm and stop dragging her around. She knew he was
only doing it because he knew she hated him to touch her.
He stood over Gina and eyed every part of her body. For the first time in her
life, Gina felt horribly dirty and unclean as Zarkon looked at her.
He shook his head mockingly, "My dear Gina, such spirit! I like that. However,
you will be deprived of your paddles, chains and whips. A woman should not be
in control of such things…however, don't fret. Your things won't be wasted.
Why I will be using them on each one of you!"
Gina and whole harem blanched. Moonie, who was completely freaked out suddenly
said, "You can't DO this! There are more of us than of you!"
He turned and Moonie's eyes grew big. What HAD she done? She had almost landed
in his harem and now she had to open her big mouth!
Zarkon pointed at her and said, "I can do whatever I want, dear! Lotor is but
an infant, defenseless. Keep that in mind!"
He surveyed Moon's body and frowned slightly. You're known as the goddess of
pervertology aren't you? You're the one who sells the harem clothing and ah -
"toys"? Well, my dear your skills will be put to VERY good use very soon. I am
sure you are very artful in pleasing a man. You will prove it to me.."
Moonie gulped. Oh she was gonna be sick! She whimpered a little and fell back
to where Sarah was. Sarah was just about ready to turn into a dragon and tear
Zarkon into itty bitty pieces, but he had Tamy by the arm and he was too close
to the others. Lotor was also a problem. Dammit! She hated quandaries like
this!
Christa, holding the mercifully unconscious Dom said to Zarkon, "Is it true?
Is Lotor really a baby?"
Zarkon peered down at Christa's chest and smiled. Christa's eyes flared in
indignation. Zarkon then looked at Tamy, released her arm at last and swatted
her on her rear, making her jump.
"Tell her, my dear!" Zarkon grinned.
Tamy looked at Christa and tried to ignore Zarkon's lingering hand. "It's
true, Christa. Michelle and I discovered him in his room, on his clothes.
Whatever he drank it made him into a baby.." she hung her head a little.
Just then Michelle slipped through the back unnoticed and came towards the
front where Zarkon was. He was now laying down the rules of his harem - no men
slaves or outsiders. The harem was for his pleasure alone. When he summoned
any harem member or members, they could not refuse and they had to accommodate
his desires anytime and anywhere. The harem looked at each other sickened.
He preferred shades of red, so all Scribes would wear those shades from now
on. He even told them that he would perhaps sire some more children in the
near future and that he would provide Sarah with a list of the Scribes he
wanted to carry his children. Sarah would then cut them off the anti-pregnancy
shots.
They listened to him drone on and on. Michelle tried to get Tamy's attention,
but she looked so miserable there with him that she didn't notice.
Tamy looked down at the floor, wishing this was all a bad dream when suddenly
she saw a small strand of white hair drift down to the floor. She looked up at
Zarkon and noticed that some of his hair was coming out. Not a lot really, but
it was on his shoulders a little. She peered at his face closely when he was
busy talking. She had an artist's eye and she had noted how his face had
changed in his youthfulness, but now..she noticed a small wrinkle under his
eye. Not really noticeable, but it was there where it hadn't been before. Was
he aging? If that was so was Lotor aging? Then she saw Michelle very close
behind wildly gesturing at Zarkon and pantomiming. All those hours Tamy spent
on earth playing "Win, Lose or Draw" didn't fail her now. She guessed from
Michelle that Lotor was indeed growing and that meant Zarkon was aging!
Suddenly Zarkon sensed something and turned towards where Michelle was. Oh no!
It wouldn't do for him to see! Tamy suddenly put her arms around his neck and
kissed him hard. Yech! She hid her disgust but he was distracted enough. The
rest of the harem stood there horrified thinking Tamy at last, had lost it
completely. Dom had awakened just in time to see that and she mumbled
something and then fainted again.
Michelle took the opportunity to duck into the crowd again and get close to
Sarah, who after a few moments, smiled and nodded. They disappeared out the
doors via the help of Cossack.
Tamy pulled away and looked at his face again. Yes, she wasn't wrong. He did
have wrinkles under his eyes. Soon they would be the familiar bags that they
were used to seeing. But for now, he was still relatively young and from her
vantage point Tamy could tell he was very ready to prove it.
"Hmm..very nice my dear. Perhaps you do have a fondness for me..good.."
He scanned the crowd as he held her securely by the waist again.
"Where is the Drule dancing girl? The little one in the red silk? I believe I
will take you and she first."
Uck..Tamy thought. Then she noticed Michelle, Sarah and the doc gone. Samara
was nowhere to be seen either. They must have a plan. She hoped they had a
plan!
Zarkon gestured to one of the guards and said, "Search the entire castle, I
want that little sweet found. " he looked at Tamy and said, "Perhaps until the
little one is found, I can content myself with you and another Scribe.."
He looked though the ranks of the Scribes, his eyes taking in every curve,
every feature. The Scribes were stunned, repulsed, and sickened. Zarkon's gaze
made them feel dirty and used. His gaze finally settled upon the hapless
Moonie!
"You! My sex goddess.. come here, my dear." He smiled.
Moonie gasped. Her worst nightmare come true! She trembled in fear and stayed
rooted to the spot.
"Come my dear, I won't bite you - not yet anyway.. " he chuckled evily and
then he suddenly yawned a little and frowned. He was only beginning with his
women. In a moment he'd be in paradise!
The Scribes, meanwhile were in hell!
To be continued!

"Babysitting the Boss" Eight

Samara, Michelle and Sarah gazed in amazement at the sleeping teenaged Lotor
on Samara's bed. Samara smiled in memory.
"This is how I remember him when I first saw him. I thought that he was much
older than he really was. He carried himself like a man and acted as a man, I
didn't not realize that he was but a teenager."
Michelle said, "I can see why, Samara.."
Sarah said, " From what I see Lotor's sleep is caused by his aging process -
since he fell asleep after he hit puberty He should sleep through the rest of
the process. He might not even remember any of this."
Samara nodded. "But just to be on the safe side - Michelle, I want you to stay
with Lotor and keep an eye on him."
"But you can't go out there! Zarkon's got his men looking for you!" Michelle
cried out.
Samara quietly got up off the bed and went to a small closet. She got out a
brown habit and slipped it on. When she put the cowl over her head, you could
almost mistake her as Hagar - if you didn't see the pretty face underneath the
cowl or her smooth blue hands.
"Just WHERE did you get that, Samara?" Sarah quirked an eyebrow.
"Well, doing laundry sometimes has it's advantages. This is one of Hagar's old
habits.."
"Er- you can TELL?" Michelle asked.
"Oh, Hagar's habits make appear dirty, but they're not. She is a very clean
woman despite her appearance..besides after my change, I needed a disguise.
This one does rather nicely as long as I take care not show any skin or my
face."
Michelle said quietly, "I still don't feel right about you going out there!"
"Sarah will be with me and besides I have the feeling I shall be needed. You
must stay if Lotor wakes up and ah - distract him. I know you know what I
mean." Samara smiled knowingly.
"Well, yes.." Michelle blushed. "I'll do it, but please be careful!"
"Oh, don't worry! Zarkon will be back to his old self - only he will really
feel his age then. Lotor can sleep and gain his energy, but Zarkon, well, lets
just say he'll get what he deserves." Samara grimaced.
Sarah added."Humph, he deserves his guts burned out.."
"No Hippocratic Oath?" Samara raised a brow.
"Hell, no. Let's just go. I have a very strong trank that'll knock out a
roebeast. We'll get him out of here.."
Samara and Sarah left and Michelle sat on the bed, watching the sleeping Lotor
with a smile but her thoughts were clouded with worry. There was no telling
what Zarkon was doing now.
*************
Zarkon led Moonie and Tamy over to a nearby room off of the main hall of the
Scribe's Harem. Moon was in a terrified daze, much like she was the times she
had fbeen rozen with Lotor, but this time it was a thousand times worse. Her
worst nightmare come to life being in Zarkon's harem had come true and the
ugly reality of actually having sex with him had hit hom and froze her
completely. She walked shell shocked.
Tamy, meanwhile had been watching Zarkon's hair thin. It had receeded as well,
but he didn't notice. Fortunately he hadn't seen a mirror yet. His wrinkles
were coming back little by little, but his stride was still commanding and
strong. She knew he still had the stamina to do what he wanted to do. Watching
the progress of Zarkon's aging had kept her mind off the inevitable, but with
the closing and locking of the door, it had again become uppermost in her
mind.
The closing of the door shut out the rest of the noise coming from the
Scribes, who had been warned by Zarkon that he would make sure that Moon and
Tamy suffered if they tried to interfere. They did reluctantly and with the
closing of that door, their hopes were truly dashed. They felt even more
crushed in spirit than the time when Lotor went to fetch Princess Allura, for
now there was no Lotor - sava a tiny helpless infant, subject to his father's
whims.
to be continued..!

Babysitting the Boss - Nine


"Now.." Zarkon smiled as he looked at the two of them. Should I take you one
at a time or both?"
Tamy winced. Moonie just stood there like a statue, willing herself not to
feel anything, already steeling herself.
Zarkon scowled a little and Tamy could see the tell-tale lines showing around
his mouth. Slowly but surely he was becoming his old self. Any minute now she
expected Lotor to bust into the door and save them.
He advanced on them, predatory. A hunter with his prey, knowing he had the
advantage.
"I am giving you a choice, ladies.." he leered. He looked at Moonie. "What
about you, goddess of perversion? You seem so free with your toys and devices!
Don't tell me you are too shy now, my dear.."
Moon didn't say a word. He terrified her. She wouldn't talk to this monster
that walked like a man. Maybe he'd go away. Maybe he was simply a bad dream.
Zarkon in anger, came over to Moon and slapped her. "I want you to respond
when I talk to you, wench!"
Tamysan ran over and yelled, "No! Don't! She's terrified of you! Please!"
Moonie stayed on the floor where she fell. Tamy rushed over and tried to rouse
her.
"Moon! Moonsilk! Please answer me! This isn't the time to zone out!"
But Moonie was truly "zoned out" for when Zarkon slapped her, she hit her head
on the floor and fell unconscious.
Zarkon jerked Tamy up and growled, "Get up!"
"You killed Moonsilk!" Tamy cried out frantically.
Zarkon hissed, "No, I didn't. She still breathes - for now. Maybe I should do
it. She is a disappointment to me.."
Tamy stood there terrified, looking at the man as he aged before her eyes. She
couldn't let him hurt Moonsilk!
"Zarkon, don't hurt her, please. I can - can make it up to you." She shivered
in revulsion, but dang it she wasn't going to let him hurt Moon no more.
His eyes gleamed, "Oh you shall, you shall, my dear..all the Scribes will in
time..now show me.."

Babysitting the Boss - Ten


Samara and Sarah rushed through the passageways to the hall of the Scribes
which took a little longer than just going down the hallways, but they had to
be carefully with Zarkon's guards all about. Dargon Samara somewhat trusted,
but the others..
They made it to the hall, searching for Zarkon when they saw Christa with Dom
lying on a divan. Christa looked up wide-eyed at Sarah and what appeared to be
Hagar until a smooth blue hand reached out and gripped Christa's shoulder
reassuringly.
Sarah said quickly, "Where's Zarkon at?"
Christa looked up tearily. "He - he took them!"
"Took who?" Samara asked with a hint of steel in her tone - the "don't mess
with the school teacher tone."
"Moonie and Tamy. He was looking for you and couldn't find you so he took them
to one of the rooms off the hall. He said he'd hurt them and Lotor if we
interfered. He's - he's been in there quite awhile!"
"Oh shit!" Sarah exclaimed. She looked about for Cossack. "Cossack!"
Cossack came quickly, his face troubled and angry. "Lotor would never do this!
He's a pain in the butt, but he'd never do - "
"Cossack, shut up! We need the keys… what room, Christa?"
Christa mutely pointed to a set of double doors next to an overturned potted
plant.
To Sarah's surprise, Cossack said, "I'm going to cover you, Here are the
keys." He handed them to Samara grimly and secretly placed his hand near his
holster.
Sarah raised her eyebrow, impressed. Cossack was actually acting like a man.
He was a pain in the ass, but sometimes Cossack could surprise you.
They made their way over to the doors. They were of course locked. Sarah
unlocked it and Cossack indeed covered them, ready to shoot to kill if needed.
The first sound they heard was snoring - Zarkon's snoring.
Samara was the first in the room. She paled under the hood of the habit and
said, "Sarah, give me the tranquilizer. Cossack, I think we have it under
control.."
Sarah handed Samara the tranquilizer and shooed a protesting Cossack out the
door, keeping his laser pistol handy. They both blanched at what they saw.
To be continued…
Babysitting the Boss - Eleven

"Guys..that you?" Tamysan said/ They heard her laugh.
"Shit.." Sarah cursed.
"Sorry..ah..heehee..y'all better tend to Moon - Zarkon whacked her one and she
hit her head..." Tamysan said.
Samara nodded and Sarah went to treat Moonie, who was indeed hurt. Samara
knelt down and placed the trank hypo in Zarkon's neck. He didn't not wake.
Sammie wished that it were filled with something lethal, but she knew it was
not up to her to kill Lotor's father. Samara's heart was filled with dread.
"Tamysan, it's me, Samara.." she said gently.
"Sam? I figured that was you. Good. Help me get him off. He's heavy." She said
with a chuckle.
Samara thought, ..my god..Zarkon's driven her out of her mind..
Samara grimly pulled the slumbering Zarkon off, noting that now all his hair
was indeed gone and he had become once again his old self. She made a face,
noting his nudity. It was Tamy she was concerned with now. She had the
feeling she would be needed here.
Tamysan sat up and grinned. "I feel like I've been through a Mixmaster, Sam."
..The poor thing..Samara thought. She grabbed a coverlet off the bed and
wrapped it around her to cover her nudity. She was ready for Tamy's tears.
But what she didn't count on was a smile!
"You don't have to tell me, child. I know." Samara said.
"Hell.." Tamysan said, "You think the old pervert got me? It does appear so,
don't it?"
It certainly did to Samara. She truly thought that Tamy did go out of her
mind. Sarah treating Moon, met Samara's eyes in agreement.
"Naw.." Tamy said. "You see, earlier I saw his hair falling out and Michelle
sorta "told" me about Lotor's growin' so I figured that Zarkon was growing
older too. But he got on his high horse and wanted some Scribes to play with.
He was searchin' for you but was ticked so he picked Moon and I guess since I
was conveniently close by, he picked me.."
Samara nodded. Maybe she would admit something in the telling of her story.
"Anyways, we got in here and he got mad at Moon because she freaked out. He
slapped her and she hit her head. That left me as the only conscious female in
the room. Naturally Zarkon threatened killing Moon, I couldn't have that.."
Here it comes, Samara thought sadly.
Tamy sighed. "I was ready to do what he asked - for Moon's sake, but I just
couldn't abide to actually having sex with him. I mean, it's not the actual
sex that's scary - it's the thoughts behind it you know? I guess that's a
crazy thing to say..but he just has something about him that is repulsive,
something more than his flesh touching yours. Maybe that's why the Scribes
find him so repulsive.."
She took a deep breath. "Anyway, he was aging, but he still was strong. I
thought maybe I could fake him out and get him excited enough to where he'd
revert back to his normal self. I remembered what you said that one time about
him catching you and falling asleep before he could do anything. I figured
what did I have to lose?"
Samara nodded and then smiled slightly. She had a feeling that that was
exactly was what Tamy did. Sarah's assistants, alerted to her by comm, took
Zarkon back to his chambers. Another set took Moon to the medwing. By her
reckoning Zarkon would be sleeping quite awhile. It would also be possible he
wouldn't remember a lot either but there was always a chance that he would.
She listened to the rest of Tamy's story.
"So, that's what I did. I put on the dog, tellin' him I wasn't quite over the
drugs he gave me and that I couldn't resist him. He smiled and he fell for it,
believe or not, cause he was still figuring he was young. He asked me to prove
it so I had to figure out a way to excite him without - er touching him
really."
"What did you do?" Sarah asked.
"I did a strip tease. You know how he's always trying to catch us nude. Well
that's what I did. He'd seen me without anything anyway. I nearly stopped a
couple of times because the look on his face was sooo creepy. I concentrated
on other things and got through THAT part. Now came the hard part.."
Sarah raised an eyebrow.
"Doc!" Tamy exclaimed, then she grumbled, "Can't say a damn thing in here
without it bein' misconstrued."
"Tamy, " Samara chided, "Go on.."
"Well, after that, he was uh - well excited. I won't go into that - but he was
aging a little more. It seemed like he aged by the minute, lookin' more like
his old self, which wasn't very appealing. Anyways, he took everything off and
showed himself off. It wasn't a pretty sight lemme tell you, but it was no
worse than the time we all had him chained up in the laundry room."
Sarah sighed. She loved Tam to death but she certainly liked to spin stories
out. She was used to the blunt direct approach. Maybe it had something to do
with being Texan.
"Well, he got down to business, basically demanded "assume the position" on my
back and I did, not knowing if this was going to really work or not. It looked
like it wasn't going cause although he was aging, he wasn't quite his old self
yet. He was looking a little tired too and I wanted to push him over the edge
into a coma! So I whispered some Drule words I remembered Lotor mumbling a
couple of times."
"You did? What were they? Can you remember them?" Samara asked, her curiousity
up.
"Oh sure! I'm a pretty good mimic and I seem to be pickin' up this Drule
pretty good. That's really good considering I flunked Spanish three times.."
"Tamy.." Samara sighed.
"Oh ok.." she laughed and she said a string of Drule words to Samara.
Suddenly Samara's eyes grew wide. She put her hand over her mouth and began to
giggle. She managed to sputter. "DO you know what you SAID?"
Tamy looked a little puzzled. "Well, not really, but when Lotor said em, they
sounded awful good."
Samara had an impish smile on her face. "Dear, Lotor could tell one to throw
herself to the roebeasts in that smooth tone of his and it'd come out an
endearment."
"So what DID she say?" Sarah asked impatiently.
To Be Continued!!

"Babysitting the Boss" - Twelve


Meanwhile, Michelle was having an enjoyable time watching Lotor ' grow up..'.
She giggled watching him dream - and she knew what he was dreaming about too -
by the way a certain part of his anatomy was behaving. Michelle was tempted to
make his dreams a reality, but a part of her was still worried about the
others and whether they truly had Zarkon under control now. She shivered. She
wondered if Lotor would remember anything upon waking. She didn't want to tell
him about Zarkon, for she knew as all the others knew, that Zarkon as of yet
was too strong. His end would come but not before it's time. Michelle just
hoped that during that time Zarkon wouldn't truly defeat Lotor.
She heard Lotor moan as if he were having a bad dream.
"Father..no..mother..mother..don't leave me..mother…" he started to toss in
his sleep.
Michelle, alarmed, rushed to the bed and lay beside Lotor, holding him close.
He was trembling! As Michelle held him, his trembling subsided and then
stopped. Lotor seemed to rest a little easier. A few minutes later, he had a
slight smile on his face and he wrapped his arms around Michelle's waist in
contentment. Not wanting to wake him, Michelle stayed where she was without
complaint…
***************
The rest of Lotor's harem ran to the hall and saw the attendants take Zarkon
and then Moon out. All the Scribes were talking all at once. It was all
Sarah's assistants could to get both Moon and Zarkon out of there.
Christa's eyes were wide with fright as she saw an unconscious Moon brought
out.
"He did hurt her!" she exclaimed.
"Where's Tamy?" Dom said worriedly.
"Oh gosh! She hasn't come out! You don't think - " Christa trembled a little.
Dom wailed. "Poor Tamysan!"
Jenn came by and said, "Dom, don't jump to conclusions! Let's just be glad
Zarkon's out of here!"
"Did you get a look at the old lecher? He was back to his 'old' self. Which
means.." Gina chimed in, her handy paddles and whips once again on her belt.
The others said all at once, "Lotor's back!" they laughed in relief.
Then Dom said in a small voice, "But what about Tamysan? Maybe Zarkon's -
killed her!!" she shieked.
Christa held Dom steady as she wailed like Serena in the Sailor Moon stories.
"Umm..I think Dom needs a sedative.." Christa said.
Dom stopped wailing and said, "I do NOT! I wanna know what's going on and I'm
gonna find out! Inquiring minds WANT to know!"
She jumped up and stalked across the hall towards the room where Samara, Sarah
and Tamy were. The others scrambled up as well, partly to stop Dom and partly
to find out for themselves if their friend was all right…
******
Hagar chuckled as she gazed at the sleeping Zarkon, snoring in his bed. Served
him right using only half of her valuable potion! The only bad thing was that
he used the last of it. She would be unable to get any more anytime soon.
Elysian youth serum was the rarest of commodities. She had been fortunate to
have recieved what she had. And what happens? Someone within the harem gets
her first vial and Zarkon got the second! It seemed like gaining her beauty
back would indeed be elusive.
Hagar ran a gnarled hand down Zarkon's chest in fond memory, Then she thought
of her encounter with the illustrious (emphasis on the LUST) Mum-Ra. She
giggled. My, there HAD been more of him once he got out of those bandages! Why
Mum-Ra even liked her appearance! This was a definite booster to her morale.
She hoped they would have another date soon! There was no telling when Zarkon
would be ready again.
She looked at him and scowled. Chasing after those Scribes like a dog in heat!
When he wasn't gripping about Voltron, he was vowing to have those Scribes.
She didn't see what was so special about them, save that they were beautiful
females. Hagar felt a twinge of jealousy, then she shrugged. Oh well, they DID
help her find Mum-Ra. She could say that for them. Plus they played pretty
good poker too.
Speaking of..Hagar gazed at Zarkon again. Well! Suprise! Suprise! She looked
pointedly at his groin. The ravening robeast is up! Hagar giggled with
delight. She never was one to waste anything.
Hagar muttered some magical words in an obscure Drulean dialect and she
transformed once again into a beautiful woman - a Tiger-woman, like she saw on
Mum-Ra's planet. As she crawled on the sleeping Zarkon, she giggled and said,
"Waste not, want not!"
to be continued..
"Babysitting the Boss"
Thirteen - part A

Sarah looked impatient. Samara smiled slightly and Tamysan simply looked a
little nervous.
"Uh, what DID I say, Sam?"
"Well, I am surprised you were able to remember that phrase, Tamy. It is
usually hard for humans to say. What you said was from a dialect of the Drule
language - a language that is used among close lovers and married couples.."
"Oh, son of a - " Tamysan groaned and wrapped the sheet up around her a little
more.
"What the hell did she say?" Sarah asked, really intrigued now.
Samara said calmly, "Loosely translated it means.."Come to my arms, beloved
one.."
Sarah's eyes widened. "Oh, shit!"
Tamysan shrieked. "Oh gawd! I am goin' back to Texas!" she tried to scramble
up. Samara stopped her.
"Tamy, don't be alarmed! More than likely he won't remember it! He'll think it
some dream!"
"Better hope so.." Sarah said, shaking her head.
"Good Lord..I can't believe I said that!" She looked at Sarah and Samara.
"Y'all DON'T tell nobody! I saw their faces when I had to distract Zarkon from
Michelle. They thought I was crazy! Please don't tell anyone else I WILL be
goin' back to Texas, lil' Queen or no!"
Samara calmed her down. "Of course we wouldn't! You didn't know. Perhaps I
should teach you girls that dialect. Lotor would be very pleased. The Drulean
lover's language is especially arousing to the males of our species.."
Tamy muttered, "Oh Lord a mighty...."
Samara said, "Continue with your story, Tamy.."
She gave Samara a look and sighed." Okay, well after I said that, Zarkon
smirked and then he growled! Scared the bejeebers out of me! I mean Lotor does
that, but Zarkon's was creepy and it was scary. It seemed like instead of
bein' worn out by the excitement, he was more energized and that's when I got
scared - really scared. I fought him at the last and he chuckled that awful
laugh. He bent and nipped my neck - I notice Lotor does that too - maybe a
racial thing, I dunno. But I figured I was done for now. I closed my eyes and
prepared for the worst. He said some damn thing in Drule I didn't understand
and then suddenly I just felt a dead weight! I open my eyes and his head is in
the crook of my neck and he starts to snore! I started to laugh cause it had
worked after all, but let me tell you he was close, very close.."
Sarah asked bluntly, "Did he penatrate?"
Tamy made a face.
"I need to know, Tamy…" she said, matter-of-factly.
"He was uh - knockin' at the door, so to speak." Tamysan said, shivering.
"Then I will have to examine you, okay?" Sarah got up and stretched a little.
Samara said, "I imagine you are ready to get out of here..the harem I mean.."
Tamy looked at her. "Naw, not really. I come from a long line of stubborn
people. My ancestors on my mama's side fought in the Civil War on the
Confederate side, we got Cherokee Indian in our blood. My daddy's family came
from Germany to Texas, settled in where Commanche Indians roamed and carved
out a little town from it. Stubborn, that's me. I won't let no horny-toad
fish-face tyrant run me out. If he had finished with me, Samara, I would have
lived with it. It would have been hard, but I would have done it. No, I won't
leave the harem, not because of this.."
Samara smiled, "Good. I for one would hate to see you leave..there is so much
in store for all of you - so many good things."
Suddenly a banging on the door ensued. It was Dom, yelling at the top of her
lungs, "Tamy!!!! Hey, open up!!"
Tamy looked at Samara and jumped up. "I need my clothes. Dom sees me like
this, she will freak." She spotted her discarded harem attire and put
everything on and straightened herself up. She looked in a mirror with distate
at her neck.
"Ick! A hickey! Do you know HOW long it's been since I had one?" Tamysan
grimaced.
Samara saw Zarkon's discarded clothing and quickly grabbed them up. No sense
in them seeing those! She threw them down a laundry chute and then opened the
door. Dom just about fell in!
"You're alive!" she squealed, just about knocking Tamy down.
"Damn, Dom! You're gonna kill me! Enough already!" Tamy protested.
Sarah walked out the door but before she did, she gave Tamy a silent look
which basically meant, "See me in my office later.." She left and soon the
whole room was crowded with the Scribes, all asking questions, Samara and Tamy
fielding them all. When at last, all had settled down, Samara shooed them off
and she walked with Tamy to Sarah's office.
Just outside the door, Samara said, "I'll go in with you.."
Tamysan nodded quietly and Samara said, "Just remember, you are not the only
one who has been subjected to Zarkon intimately. Don't let him make you feel
dirty or ashamed. He has been known to do that too. Remember that I am always
here if you need to talk to someone - someone who knows what you're going
through."
Tamy smiled and squeezed her hand. "I will, Sam. I got my pride but I'll
remember that.."
They both went into Sarah's office…
Part b coming up..
***********
"Babysitting the Boss" 13/b
Later, the Scribe's Harem was back to normal. Man-slaves lounged about, hoping
that one of the Scribes would pick them for the evening. The crack of a paddle
was heard ringing in the distance, which meant Gina was on Paddle Patrol.
Cossack, as usual, was hitting up on the girls, although he was so considerate
of Tamy, she rather wished he'd hit on her instead! Oh well, she was sure in
time he'd get out of that mode. Dom was reading romance novels with a thick
coating of Chap Stick on her lips! Seems that she was so grossed out by
Zarkon's kiss on her lips, she swabbed a lot of antiseptic cream and as a
result it dried her lips out! Dom wasn't too happy having chapped lips. The
other girls were about as usual, doing their routines. Lotor after his
extended sleep, woke refreshed. Michelle drifted about dreamily, a look of
complete exhaustion - not to mention sexual satisfaction on her face!
Tamysan was at the poker table, playiing dealer, her favorite straw cowboy hat
on. She dealt out the cards to Moon, Christa, Devana and Hagar. Moon was
recovered, tho Sarah put her on watch for any problems. She kept looking at
Tamy worriedly, remembering a vague image as she swam to consciousness in that
room, of her friend pinned under Zarkon. That image haunted her. How could
Tamy deal those cards and joke about Hagar's fling with Mum-Ra? Hell, even
Hagar was joking back as if she were in a good mood too! Of course Moon didn't
know she had been with Zarkon either. They played poker until the wee hours
of the morning - since Lotor shortly before had left for some sort of military
duty. They all went to bed exhausted.
And Zarkon? He awoke to find a cat-woman in his bed - or rather on him. He was
never a one to refuse a good looking woman whatever her species. He had a
nagging feeling that it was Hagar, but at that moment, he didn't care. The
last day or so was much like a haze in his mind. He felf like it had been some
sort of strange dream. He remembered how nice it had been in the end. He had
finally bedded a Scribe - but he couldn't quite remember who. She was a human
who spoke Drule words. He gave her a mark on her neck. It had seemed so real -
his taking over his son's harem.
Ah..no matter. He poured out himself on the cat-woman with him who was very
appreciative of his efforts. He later went to sleep again and awoke refreshed
the next day. He did not bother Lotor's Scribes, though it was tempting. He
thought that for a while he'd just leave them in peace - until the next time.
Zarkon chuckled as he went about his duties as ruler of the Doom empire..
And so all was well..at least until next time...in the harem of the Scribes..
the end