"Bonked"


It was late night in the Scribe's Harem. Tamy couldn't sleep, so she got up
and went to the main hall and plopped down on a divan. She was wearing her
favorite long San Antonio Spurs T-shirt and was comfortable, except for the
fact she couldn't get to sleep! She thought that she could borrow a man-slave
if she needed to, since Loggan was on Rice-A indefinitely and Gorjon was on
duty, but she didn't want to. She figured she'd catch something on the tube
for awhile and then stumble off to bed. She knew better than to fall asleep
out here because one never knew when ol' Snapperhead would come roaming about.
Rosemary the newest Scribe - well they wern't sure if she was a actual Scribe
yet - found that out when she dozed off once in her corner! Zarkon gave her a
pinch! She was real lucky that she happened to have a Drulean string
instrument in her hands! It had been made of a pertified wood, and when Zarkon
pinched her, she jumped up awake, screamed and bonked him over the head with
it! Zarkon went down like a stone and Rosemary ran screaming into her room!
Tamy went to one of the long couches in front of the entertainment center and
laid down, turning on the tele. She flipped channels bored. Nothing but talk
shows and get-rich-quick schemes. She raised one of her legs up and hung it
over the back end of the couch - an old relaxing postion from her teen-age
years. She thought of poor Rosie and Sparky again and wondered just HOW many
times HAD he been bonked over the head? He must have had a hard head, because
he never had to be sent to the doctor or anything.
Having nothing better to do, she took a pad of paper that was nearby and
started to calculate. Hmmm..at least all of the Scribes at one time had bonked
Snapperhead over the head - it had to be a lot! She was busily calculating and
the TV faded to a drone...
Speaking of...
Zarkon roamed the halls, unable to sleep. Nothing helped. He tried throwing
some victims to the roebeast - nothing. He tried counting women in his head,
but it only made him horny. He even tried warm milk - absolutely nothing could
put him to sleep! He smiled. It was like a leer on his face. He knew of one
thing that would relax him and put him to sleep, and that one thing was sex!
Sex with a Scribe that is. He crept down the hall to the Scribe's chambers.
The guard had no choice but to let him in. Zarkon was attired in a short robe,
ready for action, of course. He looked about. Damn! No one about! There had to
be at least one of them up! He could just crawl into bed with one of them, but
he never knew if they might be with another man - the hussies! It was then he
heard the soft drone of the TV. Ah, someone WAS up! He crept to where he heard
the noise soundlessly...
Tamysan smiled. Wow! She never realized that Sparky had been hit THAT many
times - and that was only from the time she had been here! Amazing that he
hadn't had his head cracked open! Since she wasn't that hot on her math, she
recalculated. She would show this to the other girls in the morning - they'd
get a kick out of this!
He crept up towards where the entertainment area was and there on the high
back of the couch he saw a shapely leg - a shapely feminine leg. He licked his
lips in anticipation. How convenient too! On the couch. He grinned as he crept
even more silently, like a snake..
"There!" Tamysan said to herself. "Sparky's been bonked a total of uh - 238
times since.." she frowned, sensing a prescence. Suddenly a hand grabbed her
ankle! She looked. It was Snapperhead!
"Don't get up, wench. Stay right where you are. You're in the perfect postion
- as soon as we get those clothes off of you." he grinned.
"Eep!!:" Tamysan gasped. Why her? She jerked but he wouldn't let go of her
ankle - the big horny fish! In desperation, she looked for a weapon, anything!
To her disgust, Zarkon ran a hand from her ankle to her leg, grinning, so sure
of himself. Tamysan knew she could scream but then again the rooms were
soundproof! Suddenly she spied an half-empty vodka bottle on the floor next to
the couch! Dom! she thought..bless you!..
Zarkon had grasped her other ankle and had advanced, still leering. Tamysan
grasped the vodka bottle in her hand.
"There's no escape, darling..so lie back and see how a king takes a woman..."
he cooed.
"BONK!" Tamysan hit him square in the head with the vodka bottle which didn't
break. Zarkon went down with a thud, letting go of her ankles. Tamysan got up
and looked down at him. With a grin, she poured out the contents of the vodka
bottle where he now reeked of it. At that moment, Gorjon came through the
doors, off duty and saw her with the ol' Snapperhead. Worry and rage came over
his face as he rushed over.
"Did he?" Gorjon asked with clenched teeth.
She laughed. "No! I still have my clothes on.. wanna get him out of here?"
"With pleasure.." Gorjon said. He hauled Zarkon out of the doors, instructing
one of the guards to take him back. He came back where Tamysan was crossing
something off on a pad of paper and writing something down.
"Just what in the world are you doing?" he asked.
"Oh! Just refiguring my calculations! Zarkon's been bonked 239 times!" she
said.
Gorjon smiled and suddenly scooped up Tamysan in his arms.
"I suppose "bonked" means hit in the head?" he smirked.
"Oh yes. Sometimes it has other meanings too..a slang word for sex.." she
purred.
"Ah.I see. Is that a hint?" Gorjon teased.
"More than..I couldn't sleep.." she pouted.
"I can remedy that..." he started to carry her off to her rooms.
Needless to say, Tamysan had a considerably better "bonk" than Sparky Zarky!
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