Princess Gina Tonshi of Venusae's tale: 1/?

Yes, this has been too long in, uhm, coming. And yes,
that Japanese word DOES mean "sudden death". Tells ya
about my home planet's tendencies...
Anyway, let's take a break from the madness over at
HaremTales, sit down, have some munchies OTHER than
the man-slaves, and relax while I tell the tale of how
I became a member of this illustrious Harem.

*-*-*-*-*-

My parents, the King and Queen, had indulged my skills
for as long as I can remember. It started early; as
the doctor put newborn me down on my mother's stomach,
I reached for his crotch. I think that he hadn't
gotten any for a while, because he moved towards my
little fingers. Sicko.

They watched me now as King James, who came from
another planet and was allowed to keep his rank,
instructed me on the use of steel-toed, stilleto
grandmama boots. He himself didn't wear them of
course, but it MIGHT have made it easier to show me if
he had.

"Princess, shift your weight like this-yes, like
that-on your left foot, put the right one down like
SO, and aim low-lower than THAT, please, I want to
keep what I have-"

I grimaced and bitched, but I got it. Eventually. I
didn't understand why I had to go through all of this
anyway. I just wanted to whip ass.

I must have mumbled this out loud, because King James
drew himself up to his full gorgeous very very built
height and glared down at me.

I knew what was coming next and I prepared myself for
it, but the sting of his whip still stung.

"You KNOW you are the one to carry on the Tonshi
tradition, Princess. There is no avoiding it. You must
develop and hone those skills that you were born with,
that you have inherited from your paternal
grandmother. Only YOU have these skills. Your siblings
do not. Therefore, it is YOU that must do this."

I scowled. "YES, Master." I ached and itched where the
whip had touched my skin.

He nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Now we shall
finish this lesson. THEN, we shall move on to the use
of grandmother boots without stilettos or steel
toes..."

It seemed to go on for hours. I didn't know how much
more of it I could take, Over and over again the same
thing, then again to make sure I got it right. One of
these days, I vowed, one of my feet is going to go
straight up his firm glutes. With style and grace, of
course.

Later, I sat in my bath while my personal slave
massaged me all over.

"I HATE him. I HATE HIM! All he does is drill, drill,
drill..."

The tallest of the slaves, a gorgeous specimen named
Rameses, "Remy" for short, chuckled. "But Princess, if
you complete your training, you will be well received
EVERYWHERE. Also, you will get to have him, anyway
that you want."

Remy was a few years older than me and wise in the
ways of sex. On his home planet, basically a
breeding-male-slaves place, he had been educated well.
I had seen him on a visit to his planet and had
immediately bid for him. He was expensive as hell, but
worth every single penny.
And the fringe benefits were fantastic. But he could
not take my virginity. That was my husband's job.

But I didn't WANT to get married, EVER. I LIKED things
the way they were. I could easily have Remy take my
virginity, but there were ways my parents could use to
be able to tell. They had me checked every morning,
twice a day since I got Remy.

"Oh Remy," I said wistfully, "If only you and I
could-"

He shook his head. "We cannot. At least, not until
after you have had your husband. But he will not want
ME around."

I scowled. "YOU are going with me if I ever have to
get married. To HELL with what HE thinks about it."

He sighed. "If only that were possible."

"HMPH. I will MAKE it possible," I said, sinking
deeper into the water, a way of telling him that the
discussion was over.

He heaved another sigh. "IF only it were possible," he
said wistfully.

*-*-*-*-

Neither of us knew that many miles away on Planet
Doom, Lotor and Haggar were looking in her crystal
ball.
"She will do nicely," Lotor said, admiring my lines
and curves with the air of a man inspecting fresh
meat.

Haggar scowled. "Which means, you are going to get
her. But she will refuse to leave without that
handsome slave."

Lotor shrugged. "I do not have a problem with any of
my Ladies having men-slaves. And it will solve the
problem of finding one for her."

"Then it is decided." Haggar waved her hand over the
ball. The image of me and Rameses disappeared.

Lotor nodded and put on his helmet. "I will see you
shortly. Tell my father I am going to attack Venusae."

Haggar nodded. "Consider it done, Sire."

TBC! Hope you're enjoying this so far!
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2/? of how Gina became part of the Harem: Traitorous Parents
In pain, I rolled around the waxed floor of the main
throne room, where King James had been instructing me.

He loomed above me, grinning, the longest whip I had
EVER seen raised in one hand. "I TOLD you, Princess,
YOU lead with your LEFT foot."

I glared at him. "But like *I* said, they'll be
EXPECTING that-"

He lashed me, just once but just enough to make my
bruises sing. "Don't you EVER insult my knowledge
again. You and I are not peers."

Despite my pain, in a flash I was on my stilleto-d
feet. In less than a second I moved forward and
snatched his whip away. To top off this humiliation, a
roundhouse kick behind his knees sent him sprawling to
the ground.

He couldn't believe this had happened. He gazed
wide-eyed up at me.

I walked over to him, kicked him over, then placed a
foot in his behind. "One false move and this foot is
going to slam down," I warned him.

He chuckled in admiration. "I taught you well. I MUST
say, in these past few months you have become an
exceptional student-"

I raised my foot. "Come again?" Ass-kisser.

He gasped. Typical man, get him by the cojones and
he's putty. "All right, all right, you're pretty good.But you have much to learn."

I stepped away so he could get up. He faced me once he
did. I gave him the whip. We both prepared for the
next lesson.

****

Many miles away, Lotor was bathed and shaved. He
wanted to look good for his latest conquest AND wanted
her to want to jump his bones.

***

"No, like THIS." King James snapped his wrist and the
whip obeyed his silent command.

I shrugged and groaned. "Technique, technique..can't I
just let them have it?"

He glared at me. "NO. You MUST learn to be patient,
Princess--"

I rolled my eyes. "I've BEEN patient. I want to go
beyond this now. I want to learn the REAL stuff--"

He cracked the whip on me. I hissed but didn't say
anything. He nodded. "You indeed ARE learning,
Princess. You are building your resistance to pain."

"Big deal," I mumbled.

***

"We are approaching Venusae, Prince Lotor."

Lotor's organ sought the view before his eyes did. He
was MORE than ready. He briefly patted his very
abundant crotch. "Soon...soon..."

He reached for the communicator. Before activating it
he pointed to the rapidly enlarging view. "Attack!" he
sneered. "The reward for my patience awaits."

He grinned to himself. Haggar and Zarkon thought that
this was an entirely new conquest. They did not know
that he had arranged things with the rulers of Venusae
a time ago.

***

Suddenly a horrendous crash shook the walls. Some
debris came down as well.

A communications specialist burst into the room. "Your
Highnesses, we are under attack!"

"By WHOM?" I demanded. I was ready. I reached for the
whip.

King James scowled and held it out of my reach.

The shaking and debris increased.

My parents screamed my name...then I felt them leave
the room.

"Where have you gone?!" I screamed, in panic. "Don't
be dead, don't be dead...PLEASE don't be dead..."

King James grabbed me and scooped me up so I wouldn't
get hurt. But where was he taking me?

Suddenly, a deliciously evil laugh boomed, it seemed,
from the heavens.
"I am Crown Prince Lotor of Doom. Stand back and
welcome your conqueror. King Aarohn and Queen
Virginia, give me my prize now. I would not want to
forget it."
That laugh again, VERY knowing this time.

I didn't like it. Not one bit. WHAT prize? I looked
around for my parents.

It came to me as a realization that knocked me to my
knees. "You DIDN'T! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

My father's voice came to me from a place I could not
determine. "We have raised and kept you for him, my
daughter. It was the only way to keep him at bay. He
has left us alone until this day. We knew he was going
to claim you, we just didn't know WHEN."

I started screaming. No....No....I didn't even KNOW
him..hadn't even HEARD of him...now I knew why. It had
been done on purpose. No one had wanted me to know
anything about my pre-arranged husband or whatever. No
one had wanted me to know that he was evil. And
probably ugly as sin as well despite that sexy devious
yet somewhat annoying laugh.

Well, they were all going to regret it. I wouldn't
punish my parents the way that I was going to punish
everyone else, but all would know that this widdle
Princess was NOT going. No WAY.

"Put me DOWN! Let go of me this INSTANT-"

I somehow broke free of King James to run to my room,
to my secret stash of weaponry. I tested them all.
Yeah. All of them were seriously going to get it.

TBC of course!
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Part 3/? of How Gina, blah blah blah: I Meet Lotor
I washed up and dressed quickly. I wanted to look as
presentable as possible while I showed them all just
how well King James had taught me.

I double-checked everything. Boots, chains, handcuffs,
whips, collars, this-and-that...yes, I had almost
everything that I needed.

"A rack would be nice," I muttered as I approached the
open doorway (only my parents closed their doors).
"Yes, a nice, long, high thick steel rack—"

Booms and crashes shook the palace and more debris
flew down from the ceiling. I ducked. "Remy!" I
yelled.

He appeared out of nowhere, panting as if he'd run a
race. "Mistress, I have bad news. He has them."

I stared blankly at him although I knew who. "No," I
whispered, feeling weak all over. "No..."

He nodded and took me into his arms. "Yes. The Prince
has them. You can guess what he wants in exchange for
their lives."

Frustrated, I began to cry and hated that I was
revealing weakness. "I don't know this person, yet he
has the audacity to kidnap my personal people and
guard."

He sighed. "He sent me to fetch you."

"WHAT?" I tried to push him away but he held firm.
"You took orders from a STRANGER? I cannot allow that.
Release me this instant."

"He is not a stranger to ME, Princess. He was the
other high bidder for me. But you did not know that
because-"

"Because I was too busy admiring you," I sighed,
stroking his skin. "But that does not change things
any. You are not to take orders from him again, am I
understood?"

He didn't answer that.

"Rameses?" I pinched him, hard.

He winced but STILL didn't answer me.

"RAMESES?" I managed to push him away. "Tell
me....tell me that you DIDN'T surrender to
him...PLEASE," I begged him.

He showed me his back. "I HAD to, Princess. He had his
sword at Her Majesty's neck."

That did it. Without another word I turned on a heel
and went in search for them.

Rameses followed me. "They're in the Ball Room,
Princess...the Ball Room..."

"Don't speak to me...TRAITOR," I hissed, even as I
headed in that direction.

He disobeyed me, of course. "What would YOU have
done?" he demanded of me.

I shook my head slowly. "Kicked his glutes, of
course..."

***

The Crown Prince of Doom danced with one of the
guards, which was quite unbefitting. Even MORE
unbefitting, the guard was close to death. Lotor had
struck him many a time with his sword.

The others sat crosslegged and bound and held at
laser-gun point.

When I came into the doorway and saw this awful scene,
topped off by the mass of debris all over the place,
my only thought was to kill the prince, kill the
prince. Never mind punishing my people for what they
had done to my life. I'd kill this walking insult and
solve the problem.

"SO! You have come to meet your future husband, my
Princess. And may I say, what a lovely prize you are."

Exceedingly annoying voice, that. But there were
overtones of sensuality in it. I slowly looked over
and up and the owner of that voice.

And up...and up. He was tall, his skin was a pretty
shade of blue, his hair was flowing....and he was
absolutely gorgeous.

I gasped as my eyes carressed his lines and curves.
Especially the very proud one.

He laughed. I wanted to slap him with the whip I was
holding.

"My Princess." His eyes travelled all over me and back
again. He formally bowed before me. "You indeed ARE
lovely."

I stood immobile, frozen by that TOO-knowing,
presumptuous glare.

He wasted no time in walking over to me, flinging the
poor guard aside first. The man hit the floor with the
most sickening thud I'd ever heard.

Lotor bowed before me again and kissed my hand. 'So
WHAT if he can be polite, he just murdered someone and
he PRESUMES to—'

He raised my chin with thumb and forefinger. "Behind
those eye-aids your eyes are as black as the
night..no...as..." He tilted my head. I tried to
resist. He defied it. "..as dark as the bean from
which many sweet things are made—"

"In other words, a very dark brown," I muttered with a
sneer.

He chuckled and roughly jerked my head. I winced. "Do
not interrupt me again," he warned, still chuckling,
moving to nibble my ear.

I nearly fainted from the shock and pleasure. But he
was no Rameses. Where WAS Rameses, ANYWAY?

"Your body is young...your bosom is bountiful...your
feet are long but strong. And your skin...it is very,
very soft...OUCH!"

I'd managed to crack the whip on him. "You let me go
this instant, whoever you are. I am NOT going with
you!"

He threw me aside. I landed on one side on the floor
and watched him approach me...stripping as he did so.

Had he no shame? My family was right there...EVERYONE
was right there...

In no time at all his manhood was revealed.

Time and space stopped for me. "OH my goodness," I
managed to say. It was HUGE. It put Rameses' to shame.
It was....thick. It was...long. It was...HUGE.

Did he REALLY think that would fit in ME??? I did NOT
think so. Not even with a shoehorn. But what was I
*thinking?* This man looked as though he intended to
rape me in front of everyone.

Everyone looked away as he stood over me. Both of us
sneered at each other.
"Welcome your husband properly," he commanded me.
"Go stuff yourself," I replied.

He growled, grabbed me, slapped me. "You will learn
obedience. And the best place for that is your new
home. My Harem." He slapped me again.

Once I recovered I made good use of my feet.

His eyes all but popped out of his head. He let me go
and then sunk to the ground, rolling around on it. He
couldn't soothe himself because it hurt too damn much.

Served him right.

I landed on my stomach. I slowly got back up and faced
him, ready to do battle once and if he recovered.

TBC!
nutbug
Subj: How Gina, blah blah: The First Time (a bit hot, painful, and violent)
You've been warned!

As I struggled with Lotor, Rameses was freeing the
others and was urging them to go to a safe place. He
left with them to ensure that they would go there.

Neither Lotor nor I noticed this of course. He had
lust on his mind. I had total destruction on mine. So
what if he was the most gorgeous specimen I had ever
seen? He was obviously a cruel evil brute and he
deserved every bit of punishment that he got.

"I WILL have you, wench!" he asserted.

"I think NOT," I retorted.

I was no match for him as he began to pull me down to
the ground and rip my clothes off. I gasped. "Oh NO.
You will NOT rape me, you foul fiend!" I looked
around. "Remy! Where ARE you? I NEED you!"

"Coming, Princess!" Rameses came-a running. He stopped
short nearby. "Ummm....Princesss...are you CERTAIN you
need me to defend you?"

"YESSSS!!!!!" I screamed at him. "Do you REALLY think
I want HIM to conquer me?!!!!!"

He and Lotor winced at the decibels. "All right,
Princess," Rameses muttered. "But remember, he is your
husband."

"NO HE IS *NOT*!!!!" I kicked and pushed and bit and
scratched.

"Yes he IS," Rameses said with a sigh. "It was all
pre-arranged. You were never told. You know why."

I scowled. "So I'm merely delaying the inevitable."

Lotor scowled. "There is no need to speak as though
you are doomed...although you are."

Rameses bowed his head. "The only consolation is that
after he takes you I can if you wish it."

At last. A very dim gleam of hope. I turned my head
away.

Lotor cursed me as he effortlessly spread my legs.
"You would think that any woman would be glad to have
me be her first," he muttered.

I didn't look at him. I promised myself that I
wouldn't look at either of them until it was over.

He sighed heavily. "You are taking the thrill out of
this for me. Fight me, damn you, FIGHT me!"

"Hmph. Do your duty and then leave me be," I said
bitterly.

His eyes widened. "No, no, Princess, you are not going
to stay here. You, I and Rameses are going to go back
to Doom. To my Harem. You will be well cared for
there."

"Will I have to have you again?" I wanted to know, and
he heaved another heavy sigh.

"Yes. But not as often as you may fear. You are
allowed to have as many man-slaves as you want. But I
will need to have you at least thrice a week."

"Then I'm not going. I'll stay here." But I already
knew I could not. As his wife or whatever, I had to
live where he wanted me to.

He exhaled as he prepared to enter me. "You know you
cannot stay here." He stroked my face. I turned my
head the other way. He sighed yet again. "There is no
need to fear me. I will not hurt you." He grinned
deviously. "That is the Grand Mistress' job. But YOU
can hurt ME. I have watched the King train you and
would much enjoy a Harem Lady that knows how to build
a rack from scratch."

I smiled despite myself, then forced myself to scowl.
"You can take my body. But not my mind or heart. Do
your worst, PRINCE."

He shook his head. "There is no need for formalities
between us."

Without another word he began to enter me. I screamed.
He was big and even a few inches of his length hurt
me. I didn't think I could bear it.

I beat on him, slapped him, punched him, did all that
I could to get him out of me. Nothing did the trick.
He was a moving rock, moving in me with practiced
skill and the grace of a dancer.

It seemed that he penetrated me more with each slow
thrust. I screamed bloody murder. It hurt it hurt it
hurt it HURT. OH it hurt. But I was taking him in. I
could feel myself stretching to admit him.

"Yes...yes...yes my Princess...permit me to enter your
soul..."

I didn't have much of a choice. I was pinioned to the
ground. And Rameses was...CRYING. His handsome face
was wet with his tears. He didn't like this. He'd
wanted to be my first. The rules had forbidden him. He
was fated to be my second, to take me after my husband
had. He'd hoped I would never get married. But
now...but now...

Lotor shook me a little. "FIGHT me! FIGHT me!"

"I CAN'T!" I began to cry. "I CAN'T! I CAN'T MOVE, YOU
IDIOT!"

He slapped me. My head bucked. "NEVER call me that
again."

I slapped him right back. "Don't EVER hit me again
unless I permit it."

He grinned. "THAT'S my little Paddle Queen," he said
with pride, sliding into me a little more. He was
almost half-in now.

"WHAT did you call me?" I pushed against him again.

"My Paddle Queen," he repeated. "That's what your rank
will be. You will be in charge of maintaining the
discipline equipment in the Harem."

He grimaced and tensed up. I wasn't a genius, but I
sensed his moment was coming upon him. His excitement
had speeded things up.

"I did not say that I'm GOING to the Harem," I
sneered, thinking that the sooner he released his
seed, the sooner he'd be out of me. I began to urge
him on.

He scowled. "I know why you're doing this, Gina...."
But he couldn't stop himself from responding. He was
too far gone.

Rameses blinked rapidly. What was HE thinking?

Lotor began to pant and gasp and tense up more. He
lost control, bucking and thrusting so much I was sure
that I was going to break and bleed.

I found myself responding to this and couldn't stop.
This felt GOOD. I clung on to him and moved against
him.

Soon our sounds filled the air. But *I* wasn't heading
for a release. I could NOT be. I hadn't done enough to
reach that point.

As if he heard my thought his hands and mouth and
tongue and teeth ran rampant over my body, almost
literally making me insane.

It was too much. I speeded towards my own release. And
it was going to be one hell of a release.

Rameses sat down and waited, for what I didn't know.

Lotor froze, threw his head back and gritted his
teeth. His moment had come. He slammed the rest of
himself into me.

His yell and my screams came from somewhere deep
inside us. They echoed throughout the room and caused
more debris to come crashing down on us.

Lotor collapsed on top of me, breathing as if for
life. His spasms were in tune with his rapid heartbeat
and each shot a large volume of his seed into me.

I waited until my own spasms had subsided. "Get OFF
me," I commanded.

"WHAT?" He couldn't believe his ears.

I painfully shoved him off and out, regretting it
because it felt as though I was ripping myself up from
the inside. I winced. "Remy, come here."

Rameses did. "Yes, Princess?"

I sprawled on the floor. "Soothe me," I commanded.

Grinning, he looked down at his erection. "YES,
Princess," he said with MUCH enthusiasm, then happily
went to his task.

Lotor scowled at this. "BITCH," he hissed.

I nodded. "Yes. And don't you EVER forget that."

TBC!
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Gina, blah, 5/?: First Time with Rameses: Sweat Warning!

BTW, if you dare to read through to the end of this,
you'll see one of Rameses', uhm, dimensions during
the, uhm, trip.

As Rameses' caresses and kisses soothed my sore, worn
body, Lotor fumed more and more. He also got more and
more aroused.

I easily ignored this. He deserved this punishment. He
hadn't raped me, but I hadn't exactly encouraged him
either. I wrapped my arms around Rameses and
encouraged HIM.

"Mmmmmmmmmm,
yesssssss.....Remmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeee....."

In my very fertile imagination African drums played a
throbbing, pulsating, very intense rhythm. My body
undulated below Rameses' as if it had a will of its
own, in time with this rhythm.

Lotor began to perspire and pant. His hair showed
increasing signs of frizz.

Rameses' head and hands went all over me, showing me
how devoted he was to me and how well he knew his
skills. The tangy, salty smell of his sweat seemed
very masculine to me. I wanted to lick it off of him,
but that would only make him sweat more.

"Gods..." Lotor groaned. "I never should have let you
push me off you...you are a sight to behold."

Rameses spread my legs and gently massaged my mound. I
hissed. That HURT. But I knew he knew just what to do.
"My Princess...he hurt you severely. But I shall mend
you."

Very slowly he inserted a finger inside me and began
to work out the soreness. My juices aided him.

Lotor grabbed his erection and began to stroke it in
time with Rameses' movements. What was HE thinking? I
laughed to myself. Let him suffer....

"Mmmmmmmm.....Remy...you certainly know how to soothe
your princess...."

Rameses grinned. "Yes, my Princess." His finger began
to twirl as well as stroke.

I tried not to bounce up and down. This was even
better than what Lotor and I had done, if only because
I was really into what was going on this time. I felt
an orgasm begin to build as a result of all of this
new activity, and silently cursed it. I wanted it to
go on forever.

"Ramses." Lotor could barely talk. "Take her."

Rameses scowled, but he did not dare to disobey his
Prince. Still, he hesitated. "I will when she is ready
for me, my Lord," he said.

Lotor looked at me with red eyes and massive desire
barely held in check. "She's been ready for you since
the instant she first saw you," he whispered a bit
sadly.

I raised my eyebrows. Why wasn't he jealous? I didn't
WANT him to be, but...

Lotor nodded as if acknowledging my thought. "Take
her," he repeated, with some firmness.

Now Rameses was concerned. "My Lord?"

"DO IT." Lotor turned away.

I didn't know what to do or say. "Remy?"

He sighed. "Do you still want me, my Princess?"

I grinned as my desire for him resurged through me. I
spread my legs more and opened my arms to him.

He grinned boyishly. "I think that means you do."

****
He took his time entering me, wanting both of us to
savor this instant in time. It would never happen
again; we could never quite recreate the magic of our
first time together.

We almost totally forgot about Lotor, who had turned
to face us again and was stroking himself again.
"My Princess," he whispered.

Both Rameses and I gasped when he was fully inside me.
His thick seven inches and I made perfect contact. We
froze and remained still while I adjusted to him, then
we began to move, slowly at first, then more quickly
as my earlier pain faded away.

I ran my nails up and down his back. He grabbed my
head. I wrapped my legs around his middle. He pushed
me up and back.

Lotor groaned as his moment rushed towards him. This
inspired me to rest my heels on Rameses' shoulders
(I'd regret that later), exposing myself even more to
my devoted slave, who took full advantage of it.

The drum-rhythm got louder and more intense. It melded
with my heartbeat. Sweat poured off me. I welcomed it
(although I'd need to wash and hot-comb my hair
later).

Rameses grunted and groaned and moaned. So did I.
Without care we got louder and louder and louder and
louder and our orgasms came towards us quicker and
quicker and quicker and quicker.

The drum-rhythm was one long drum roll now.

Lotor yelled my name.

I screamed Rameses'.

Rameses totally lost control, went wild, and whispered
my name as he came.

I bucked up into him and felt as though I was
exploding again and again and again.

Rameses collapsed on top of me.

The three of us lay panting. I closed my eyes.

The drum-rhythm faded to nothing.

***

Activity in my lower regions made me open my eyes.

It was Lotor.

I should have KNOWN. His touch was much rougher than
Rameses'. But I was in too much sudden bliss to stop
him.

He grinned up at me. Well, as much as he COULD.

"My Princess," Rameses said from somewhere near my
head, "It is time."

Hmmmm? "For what? Not the HAREM I hope."

He chuckled. "Not YET. It is time for you to
experience even more intense pleasure, Princess."

"What do you mean—?" I was cut off by his hands first
resting on, then fondling my bosom.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh...." I closed my eyes again. I
understood now. It was going to be two on one. And I
already knew that I was going to enjoy it.

***

At first both of them pleasured me at once. Then they
took turns. Then it was the two of them at once again.
Then they took turns again...

This went on for hours, though at the time it seemed
like just one long pleasure trip........ ;>

I'll let YOUR very fertile imaginations take it from
here until the next chapter!
Heheheheh
nutbug Blah, Gina, blah, 6/?: Lotor explains: Relatively tame
(I'd almost forgotten how thorough Jenn's punishments
are. Ooooo I'm sore all over. I can barely move. I
need to misbehave more often! ;> )

Lotor gently shook me awake. "Gina."

I pushed him away, more reflex than anything else.
"WHAT do you want? And WHY did you have to ruin a
perfectly good dream?"

He heaved a sigh. "If you are going to hate me, it
could at least be for a good reason."

"What more reason do I need?" I sat up. "You're
overbearing, you have the biggest ego in existence,
you take without conscience...your face is handsome
but you are ugly, Lotor. UGLY."

He sneered. "It is true that I am a warrior. I am a
Drule. That is how we are. But I am not as heartless
as you think. I do have feelings. There are those
about whom I care. You have yet to know me."

"Am I supposed to feel sorrow for what I said now?" I
reached for my clothes.

He shrugged. "I don't care whether you do or not. But
you must know this. I came here to save you." He
looked around the room. "I came here to take you away
from all of this."

Rameses raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Lotor stood up. His body was even more gorgeous than I
remembered. But I couldn't think about that now. I was
more interested in his obvious delusion anyhow.

He sighed. "I know you are thinking that I am insane.
But listen to me, if you will. If I had not made the
arrangement with your parents, in a few more years you
would become bored with the monotonous life that you
lived here and attempt to run away. You would fail, of
course. But the excitement would invigorate you to try
again, and again until you succeed...and where do you
think you could go? You would be hunted as if you were
the universe's worst criminal and bought back in
shame."

I bowed my head. He was right. I had already formed
certain plans in my mind.

He continued. "I know how you are because I have
studied you for quite some time. I know your likes and
dislikes. I know your weak spots. I even know that you
keep a list of all of the male slaves that are
available anywhere and everywhere."

I blushed but said nothing.

Lotor walked around the room. "This is not for you.
This life was not meant to be yours. You know that as
well as I. You do not want to live your years bowing
and scraping before a husband that does not appreciate
your skills and natural talents." He looked at me.
"Did you know that your parents lied to you, that S&M
is NOT a Toonshi tradition?"

I gasped. "NOT a..."

He nodded grimly. "True torture is. I speak of that
which was done during Earth's Inquisitions and behind
the closed doors of some of its churches. The Toonshi
tendency is to maim and kill, not spank and whip. You
did not inherit all of those tendencies. But your
parents still wanted those skills to be honed, just in
case."

I raised an eyebrow. "It ALMOST sounds as though you
are saying they do not love me..."

He winced. "I only know what I have observed. Your
parents DO love you, despite the hellish training they
have made you endure. But they secretly feared that
one day your skills would not permit the future of
their kingdom to happen. They feared that the very
skills they were having formed and controlled would
keep all suitors away. You had already frightened away
many future prospects."

I grinned deviously. I remembered THOSE days.

Lotor nodded as if he'd heard my thoughts. "So when
*I* came along with my threats, they were only too
happy to give me their blessings."

I scowled at him. "Did you REALLY have to make
threats?"

He nodded. "Yes, actually I did. As a Drule I can do
no less. It is expected of me."

I rolled my eyes. "THAT'S it. I've heard enough. I
really hate you now. Let's get divorced. Go home."

"We can't do that, Princess," Rameses said, very very
sheepishly.

"WHY NOT?!!" I demanded.

He hung his head. "As per his command I have put all
of your personal belongings on his spaceship. It
awaits."

Dead silence for a few charged and shocked seconds.

"YOU TRAITOR!!!"
I ran at him, hands turning into claws.

He easily stopped me and threw me over one shoulder.

"WAIT." Lotor strode over to his clothes and dug
around in the pile.

I knew what he had in his hands before he made them
visible to me.

Handcuffs.

He flicked his wrists and the pair became two.

I began to breathe heavily.
"No....no...don't...anything but that...I'll be
good...I'll go quietly..."

Rameses chuckled.

Lotor grinned deviously. "You are just saying that so
I will handcuff you. I was going to ANYWAY, but since
you insist..."

Rameses put me down, and handcuffed I was, wrists and
ankles.

Lotor nodded at Rameses. "Time to go home, Rameses."
TBC!
nutbug

Gina, 8, blah: "I'm NOT going, you can't MAKE me!": Tame
Sorry I've been a bit out-of-touch. I'm in the final
stages of a cold and the fight's exhausted me. Last
night I think I got about ten minutes of sleep...if
that much. So forgive me if this chap is as out-of-it
as I was. Am. See what I mean? :p
BTW: I meet Keith here.

When Lotor told Rameses to take me to my new home the
thrill of being cuffed quickly wore off, replaced by a
sense of dread at being taken away from my home.
"Put me down, Rameses."

He immediately obeyed. He might take orders from Lotor
too, but his first loyalty was to me.

Lotor sneered. "Put her back over your shoulder,
Rameses." His eyes blazed with the promise of the
punishment Rameses would receive if he did not obey
him.

Rameses shook his head, no. "The Princess' comfort
supersedes any order that you give me, Prince."

Lotor strode over, raised a hand high, and before I
could stop him he slapped Rameses, drawing blood. But
Rameses didn't even blink.

"How DARE you disobey me, slave!" Lotor slapped him
again, placing himself at an angle that prevented me
from getting to Rameses. "Your function is to OBEY,
not to THINK!"

Rameses' eyes blazed as he wiped his mouth. He'd lost
a tooth. I wanted to punch Lotor's evil heart out. But
I had to remain strong and calm. Well, calm anyway.
"My FUNCTION is to protect and serve the Princess, not
YOU. It is in the papers that were drawn up just
before I arrived here."

Lotor raised his hand again. "You may very well have
to protect her with your life," he said significantly.

"That's ENOUGH." I folded my arms just below my bosom.
"I have had just about enough of you, Lotor. You come
here, take that what was most sacred to me and saved
for one man only, and now you are talking to my Remy
with your hands. You are not a warrior. You are not a
man. You are an EXCUSE. Leave now." I pointed to the
entryway.

He looked at me as though he couldn't BELIEVE what I
had just said. His eyes grew bigger and bigger. "How.
DARE you..."

I had to admit, he was beyond gorgeous when he was
angry, even more so since he was naked because all of
his details were emphasized. If I were a weak woman,
if I hadn't fallen for him at first sight, my heart
would be his at this moment.
Me being me, I, quite unable to help myself in the
face of all of this abundant evidence, fell in lust.

Our eyes met and held.

Rameses mumbled something in his native language. It
wasn't a NICE something. I hoped he wasn't jealous.
HIS body I worshipped, more now than before.

Lotor broke the eye-lock by shaking his head roughly.
"Rameses. Where do you think our Princess will live
more peacefully? Here or The Harem? Your answer
determines her fate. I tire of this. I have other
wives to attend to, and surely there is another like
her in the vast galaxies."

Rameses gasped. He looked from me to Lotor. His jaw
dropped. Then he narrowed his eyes, knowing how he was
expected to answer.
"She is YOUR wife, Prince. It is YOU that determines
where she is to live."

THAT Lotor had expected. He grinned. "You are correct.
I determine that she live in The Harem—"

I gasped, feeling my world fall apart around me. Leave
Venusae? Of course it wasn't the GREATEST life I'd had
here, but this was my home. I couldn't just walk away
as if I had never been born here.
"I'm NOT going! You can't MAKE me!" I burst out.

My words echoed in the room. Lotor and Rameses just
stared at me.

I turned around and ran. I didn't know why I did. I
just wanted to get away from Lotor. I didn't look
where I was going and I didn't care. I just had to get
away.

"Gina, why are you running?" "Where do you think you
can run away TO? You can't escape from your feelings."

The voices of my parents, from somewhere deep in the
palace. Where had Rameses taken them? If I could find
them, we could reunite, yes, certainly we could, we
could reunite, I could divorce Lotor and we could be a
happy family.
"Yes. Certainly we could." I ran faster, inspired.

But wait, WHAT feelings? I didn't want to run away
from my hatred of Lotor. Or DID I? But why would I
want to do THAT?

"Hey, look where you're going, lady!"

I nearly crashed into the most beautiful dark brown
eyes I had ever seen. I gasped and drew back. "Oh NO!
Another of Lotor's subordinates!"

I moved to run, but the owner of the eyes moved fast,
aiming his interesting gun at me. "Now hold on, lady.
I don't work for Lotor. I'm Keith. Captain of
Voltron."

Voltron I had heard of. Who HADN'T? But I knew nothing
of him being "captained". He was a robot and didn't
need captaining.

He raised an eyebrow, drawing attention to his
handsome face. I couldn't stop myself from sighing in
appreciation. I smiled. "I MUST say, you are quite
handsome for a spy, or whatever it is that you are."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for this. Who
are you and where is Lotor? I was patrolling and
received information that he is here."

"Patrolling? Do you mean that you have a means of
transporation?" I gazed at him hopefully.

He grimaced and nodded. "I am willing to bet that you
are the Princess. I received information about you,
too—"

I grabbed his arm. "Now that we're no longer
strangers, I command you to take me from here in your
spaceship. I don't care WHERE you take me. Just get me
off this planet! You are duty-bound to obey me."

He grimaced again. "I am here to destroy Lotor, not
ferry around Princesses."

I gave him a very royal glare. "Either you take me off
this planet, or I shall have to contact whichever
planet you came from and inform them of your refusal
to obey a sane Princess' wishes. Lotor will follow and
you will have your chance to destroy him soon enough.
You will be doing BOTH of us a favor."

He shook his head slowly. "You are just as impossible
and frustrating as Allura....But all right. Yes. I
shall drop you off somewhere. I know the perfect place
for you. You'll be safe from harm there."

I relaxed and let go of him. "Good. Take me to your
ship."


Hmmmmm, where is Keith going to take me? You get a
cheesecake with Tamy's special extra-creamy recipe
whipped cream on it if you guess right!

nutbug

Gina, blah, 9, blah: Tame with innuendo and a sad,sad event
Okay, I'll share the cheesecake evenly amongst us. Who
wants to cover Lotor with the whipped cream? First one
to his chambers wins!

I felt something powerful and strange come over me as
I got into Keith's spaceship, a little vessel not
worthy of his rank. It was some kind of internal heat
akin to what Rameses inspired in me, but even
more...primitive. Yes, that was the correct word.
Primitive. Like I wanted to stalk this handsome and
nicely-built young man and then tackle him to the
ground and then...

I blushed. He was preparing the ship for take-off and
obviously didn't feel the same way I did. There was no
reason for me to let him know what was going on in my
libido.

I thought of how selfish I had been, leaving Rameses
alone with that Lotor. But no doubt Lotor would take
him back to the Harem with him, for his abilities as
well as a reason to get me to go there so I could get
him back. Which I WOULD. As soon as I could. And then
Lotor would be on first-name terms with my booted
foot.

Keith glanced at me. His eyes were half-closed and
almost black with...I couldn't believe my
eyes...desire. He wanted me. That was why the heat had
been so powerful.

I raised an eyebrow. "For just how long have you had
this desire for me, Captain, and why have you revealed
it to me?"

He grinned before returning his look to his work. "For
quite some time. I know King James from way back when.
He showed me pictures of you. He said you're his best
student and that he wanted you for himself-"

"Which WOULD explain a few things-"

"-and part of the reason I came here willingly was to
meet the legend. Being in lust with photographs is
rather one-sided and hopeless."

"And?" I turned so I could look at him better, my
desire increasing with every inch of him that my eyes
covered.

He grinned deviously. "AND, I'm your slave for life."

I didn't believe him. Desire can be transferred from
one thing to another without conscience. "Why should I
believe you?" I demanded. "How do I know that you
DON'T work for Lotor? And why were you so brusque
earlier if you want me so much?"

He winced. "I didn't want to tackle you to the floor
right then and there, all right? If you had asked me
WHAT specific information I had received on you...*I*
would have *been* on you because I wouldn't have been
able to complete the sentences..."

I got up. "YOU are full of lies and deceit, Captain.
Go back to Lotor or whoever you work for. I'd rather
go to the Harem than suffer your presence any longer."

He quickly put a very strong, very flexible hand on my
arm. "No. Don't go. It's not safe for you out there
right now."

I tried to get away, couldn't. "Let me GO. It's NEVER
going to be safe for me."

Angry suddenly, he pulled me over his way. I fought as
much as I could. I somehow wound up on his lap.

"Let. Me. GO!" I struggled.

He held firm. "I need a dictionary sometimes because
there are times that I don't know the meaning of the
word 'no'...."

He kissed me. In that kiss he conveyed that he was a
good man, that he really didn't mean me any harm, and
that Lotor could go sit on a manure pile. Oh yes, and
that he wanted me so badly he didn't want to die
without having had me.

I kissed him back. I didn't MEAN to. But he demanded a
response and I wasn't in a position to refuse him.

Space and time had only us in it. Things got hotter
and more hurried.

Hands moved, clothing was discarded, and the floor
awaited....

****
I opened my eyes to see him smiling dreamily down at
me. I smiled back.

"Hello," he said.

"Hello," I said with a sudden yawn.

It happened again.

***

"Y'know, I'm ALREADY on Lotor's hit list. He's going
to destroy me for taking on his new wife now."

I scowled. "Silence, plebian."

And again...

***

Meanwhile, Lotor was going back to Doom with an angry
Rameses accompanying him.

Remy was angry because I'd run off without him, but
more angry because he knew all about The Dragon of
Arus and feared that I would burn to a crisp in his,
uhm, presence.

He knew Keith had arrived on Venusae because he had
seen him flying around the planet when he had hurried
my family to wherever they were. He didn't like it one
little bit, but there was nothing he could do about
it.

He feared that I'd soon be no more.

Lotor shoved him to the side once the door of the
space cruiser had closed. "Now, my slave, watch as I
make sure that your Princess will never return to her
home planet." He grinned oh-so-wickedly.

Rameses gasped. "But she may still be on there...her
family...the people...how COULD you? I'll KILL you!"

But he couldn't. He was handcuffed and, to tell the
truth, enjoyed it. He scowled and sat down properly.
He'd find a way to warn me.

***



Rameses' thought came to me very clearly. I shoved
Keith off me. "Keith! We have to get as far away from
Venusae as possible! I'll warn my parents—!"

"There's no TIME!" He was almost in a panic. "We have
to get away NOW!" He ran over to the control panel to
initiate liftoff.

My jaw dropped and my anger rose. There was only one
way that he would know that—"YOU KNEW! YOU *KNEW!* YOU
*ARE* WORKING FOR HIM!!"

He shook his head in denial, but didn't say anything.

I began to cry. "Oh NO....Please, Mother and
Father...if you can hear me....GET OFF NOW!!"

***

It was over in a few miserable, terrible, terrified,
unbelievable moments.

Venusae exploded from the inside out. Its center
glowed, then that glow spread outwards and eventually
covered the entire planet....then my beloved planet
exploded.

I vowed to spend the rest of my years whipping Lotor
to death again and again throughout any and all
lifetimes that the two of us would have.

"My parents...my people...everyone and thing...GONE.
GONE!! As if they never existed..." I turned to Keith.
"You KNEW about this. And if I'm correct, this was all
pre-planned so I would get taken to the Harem." My
eyes tried to bore a hole in him even as I remembered
the gloriously euphoric times we'd had not too long
ago. Had THAT been pre-planned as well?

He shook his head vigourously. His eyes were hurt and
troubled. So was his voice. "No, NO! You're got it all
WRONG! I knew that Lotor would try something like
this, he has before...you don't understand."

I refused to listen to any more. I got up, found my
clothes, and walked away.

But I could STILL hear him yelling: "I'm NOT taking
you to the Harem for the reasons that you're thinking
of! I—"

I whirled. "I DON'T *CARE* ANY LONGER!! Just drop me
off. Do your job. And then go AWAY."

I heard him gasp. "That was most definitely NOT my
intention," he said more quietly, almost as a verbal
afterthought.

That stopped me in my tracks. But not for long. "I
don't want to hear any more of your lies..."

He sighed. "Lotor has polluted your mind with his evil
FAR too much. There HAS to be a way to make you see
reason..."

TBC!
nutbug

Blah...Gina. 10/?. Tame. One "hell". One AHEM pun.
Keith eventually stopped muttering and mumuring and
resumed flying the ship.

I sank down to my knees, crying. He WAS a traitor. He
WAS in cahoots with that Lotor. I KNEW it. He'd helped
Lotor destroy my planet, my home, scores of innocent
people...my parents.
I wasn't CRAZY about them, but they WERE my parents.
They had created me and nurtured me and now...now I
was all alone in the world, unless Lotor did indeed
take Rameses back with him to Doom.

But Rameses wasn't a substitute for either of my
parents. And this Keith...this handsome, BUILT young
man, that I had shared many pleasurable moments
with...he was as much a destroyer as Lotor was.

"I could KILL you," I hissed.

He shook his head again. "I TOLD you, I had no part in
this. I just knew that he would try something like
this. It's the way he is. I pity you. You're married
to him. MY only part in this is taking you home to
him."
He grinned deviously. "And then...once you're situated
I'll COME and visit you."

A shiver went through me. I couldn't resist grinning.
"YOU are SO bad......as the expression goes."

His body reacted nicely to this compliment. I was
tempted to...but no. This was nothing but primal lust.
GREAT primal lust, but....no. We didn't know each
other very well.
I scowled. TRIED to, anyway. "You don't have the
right..."

He shrugged. "I've snuck in before. Then, it was just
for fun and to see what more fun I could have. It
didn't mean much to me really, just one female after
the other. It was EMPTY. But now...I care for Allura,
she means one hell of a lot to me, but now...I have a
REASON to sneak in. If you'll LET me, of course."

I started to laugh. I couldn't help it. He was a FUN
bad boy.

He wiggled a little. "Wanna paddle me? I'll behave..."

I shook my head slowly. Certainly Lotor wouldn't allow
such a person to work for him. He was too stubborn,
too RIGID, too wonderfully insane. And besides...he
might kick Lotor's butt if he thought he got out of
hand or out of line.
Yes. I nodded. Yes. I LIKED Keith. I liked the way he
was built...and I liked the way he handled his flight
stick, too.

He relaxed and grinned. "I see that you see things MY
way."

I shrugged. "I guess I was wrong about you."

He nodded. "I understand. It's okay. Apology
accepted."
Again he concentrated on piloting.

"Uhm..." I looked at the floor, suddenly embarrassed.
"Is Lotor ALL evil?"

He jerked. "You DO love him."

"WHAT?! You're not SERIOUS!" I quickly got up. "How
DARE you say that!"

He heaved a sigh. "I'm very perceptive. And it's in
your eyes. You love the man. Admit it. You care for
him deeply."

(quick artiste note: my cold's over! i've been sweatin
like mad for the past few hours (my body did that on
its own) and i just had to cough up a little and..it's
gone! yay!)

"HMPH. SURELY you jest." I scowled at him.

He shook his head sadly. "I RARELY jest. But your
loving him won't harm OUR relationship."

I gasped indignantly. "You're being a little selfish
there, aren't you?"

He grinned. "Aren't YOU?"

That silenced me. He was right. About a LOT of things.
I DID love Lotor. I DID...It was the only logical
explanation for the amount of abusive attention I'd
given him and the way I had felt when we had...when we
had...

I began to cry again.

Keith bowed his head. He hated to see a female cry.
"Gina...don't...I HAD to point it out..."

I nodded. "That's all right, I understand..."

He tried to grin. "Need a hug?" His hand hovered over
the AUTOPILOT switch.

I shook my head. I knew I'd regret it later but..."I'd
rather be by myself right now," I managed to say.

He nodded. "There's a small sleeping area in the back.
Go lie down and rest. I'll check on you later."

I liked the sound of THAT. I took my time going to the
area he'd indicated, dragging out the pleasurable
suspense.

Next: Lotor and Rameses get into a fist-fight...which
RAMESES wins...????
insanebug

Blah, Gina, blah, uhm, 11: Tame and short

Sorry, they won't argue.

Lotor scowled at Rameses. He was beyond angry. I had
escaped him and Rameses had LET me.

"You miserable excuse for a human being! How DARE you
lose sight of my wife! I should banish you to the
depths of hell."

Rameses shrugged. "You have many a wife in your Harem,
my prince. What is the problem with letting one
escape? You have had her. Wasn't that the goal?"

Lotor moved to slap him, but he moved out of the way.
Not to be stopped, Lotor grabbed him and slapped him
hard.

Rameses' head jerked, but otherwise he showed no signs
of being hit. He sneered at Lotor's raised eyebrows.
"I am well accustomed to being hit, my prince. I have
been punished many times on my home planet."

Lotor sneered back at him. "Has Gina never hit you?"

Rameses thought about that for a second or few. "She's
never slapped or punched me, except for our
play-fights, but THOSE are light. The most she does is
crack her whip on me, handcuff me, and..." he trailed
off, feeling himself get aroused.

Lotor threw him across the spaceship. He landed on his
behind. Lotor came after him. He didn't know why he
felt the need to destroy Rameses; he just wanted to.
He suspected he wanted to take out his frustration on
him.

Rameses growled and bounced up. "Not THIS time,
Prince...not ever again will you seek to destroy me."
He prepared his fists.

Lotor snarled. "You will stand in place and let me do
as I will to you," he commanded.

"No," Rameses said.

He and Lotor stood face-to-face. They raised his fists
and prepared their feet for battle.

Lotor threw the first punch.

(censored)

Lotor wiped his bleeding mouth. "YOU!" he yelled at
Rameses, who was slowly wiping his forehead free of
perspiration. His fingers hurt. He'd punched Lotor
harder than he'd intended.

Lotor raised his fists again. "Come ON."

(censored)

Lotor fell to the ground, the wind knocked out of him.
Rameses, in a slightly crouched position, stood at a
small distance away from him.
"Do not raise your fists in anger to me again, Prince,
do you UNDERSTAND me?"

Lotor groaned, then scowled. "I will do no such thing.
How DARE you speak to me in such a manner! You will
hang for this!"

Rameses shrugged. "I'm used to that, too."

Lotor rolled his eyes. "Of all the man-slaves in the
world, I obtain one with a s&m fetish..."

Rameses heaved a sigh. "The time grows short. Get up
and get me to my new home. PRINCE."

Lotor couldn't BELIEVE that Rameses was talking to HIM
this way. But Rameses was a prince by birth (although
disowned) and ALMOST had the RIGHT to.

"I will NOT. I want to find my new wife. I do not wish
to return to the Harem without her."

Rameses didn't offer to help as he got up.

Lotor scowled at him again. "YOU will search for her.
And you have forgotten whose ship you are on and who
you serve." He pointed to the front door.

Rameses gasped. "We are some distance in the air.
Surely you don't mean..."

Lotor snapped his fingers and a robot something threw
Rameses a scuba tank with a mask. "Surely, I DO. FIND
her. QUICKLY. If you do not...." He grinned deviously.

Rameses sighed and walked towards the door. "Forgive
me, my Princess," he whispered.

OH NOOOOOOO!
TBC!
nutbug
(fully recovered now)
(don't worry, he'll get rescued)

Gina, blah, blah, next part, blah. Tame. But sad in the beginnng.


~We are safe, my daughter, do not worry; we are in a
better place now.~

"Huh?" I had been sleeping, snugly curled up in
Keith's arms. My mother's voice jerked me out of that
sleep.
~Mother? Father? Where ARE you? I MUST know.~

I could feel my mother's warmth and gentle smile. ~A
lot of us are in that place we told you about when you
were young, when you were just beginning to realize
the power you have over men. Like the one you are with
now.~

I grinned. ~Yes, this is quite an exceptional young
man...~

My mother chuckled. I didn't much care for that
chuckle. ~You know very well that I meant your
husband. Care for him well. And as for the one you are
with now...it is good that your friendship is strong.
This means that the lust you share will never be empty
and cold.~

I stroked the sleeping Keith's hair. Yes, it WAS good
that he and I were friends. Somehow we'd become,
friends. ~Yes, mother. But I miss you and father and
our people so much...and out beautiful planet.~

-What about ME?~ Master King James asked laughingly.

I laughed, unable to help myself. ~Yes, even you, my
King.~

"Who're you talkin' to?" Keith rubbed his eyes. He
looked so adorable I wanted to pinch his cheeks. But I
was more interested in knowing how he'd heard the
silent conversation.

"I heard it because, to a point, I can hear your
thoughts." He gently slid away from me and got out of
the bed. I watched him, this tall, lean, moving mass
of muscle. "I guess it's because we're kinda close."

I frowned. "Not *mentally*."

He grinned faintly. "We're close," he insisted. "And
I'm...sympathetic that way. Not as much as *you* are,
but..." He pulled on his robe. "The closer I get to
someone, the more in-tune with him or her I am. Your
being able to send and receive thoughts has
facilitated it for me in your case."

I scowled. "Whatever you say." I pulled on my own
robe. "When will we arrive at the Harem? I am anxious
to get this over and done with."

He half-frowned. "I've half a mind to tie you to that
bed. I am not yet done with you. But in answer to your
impatient question, in a matter of hours."

~He is as insufferable as he is handsome,~ said my
mother.

I grinned. She approved of him.

"What are you grinning at?" Keith paused on his way to
the bathroom. He shook his head. "Nevermind. Return to
your conversation."

I opened my mouth to respond to that—then the ship's
alarms went off.

***

Rameses flew through space with the greatest of ease
and blessed peace on his face. He was certain that he
was going to die. Already his brain, deprived of
oxygen for a minute, was shutting his systems down.

He thought of how beautiful Venusae had been. He
remembered the good times.

He thought of how he had felt when he'd seen me for
the first time.

He closed his eyes and gave himself up to fate. "I
shall miss you very much, my Mistress...my Princess.
Farewell..."

He thought that he was delusional when he heard
Keith's spaceship in the distance.

***

"Get him inside NOW! Oh my poor, poor Remy..."

"He'll be all right, DAMMIT! Will you quit WORRYING?"

"ExCUSE me?"

"You heard me! Now PLEASE move out of the way! He
needs oxygen and electric shock treatment NOW!"

"But you don't have that kind of equipment here!"

"I can give him some oxygen from the reserves over
there—shut UP, it's clean—OW! What did you slap me
for?!"

"Don't you EVER tell me to shut up again."

"All right, all right, just give me that thing over
there."

"THING?"

"Geez woman, I'm POINTING to it, GET it!"

"All RIGHT, all RIGHT! Geez, yourSELF."

(ten seconds pass)

"Here's your damned thing."

"This 'damned thing' is going to save your precious
man-slave's life."

"For which I am exceedingly grateful. Now hurry up!"

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Don't tell ME what to do!"

"Are we back to THAT?"

"Keith, if you don't attach whatever to whatever, I
swear I'm going to—"

"It's done. He's breathing again."

"And I am going to destroy Lotor."

(raised eyebrows) "Why?"

(rolled eyes)"Don't you SEE? He did this so that I'd
HAVE to come to the Harem! He must have the proper
equipment on Doom somewhere."

"You're cute when you're angry. And incredibly
desirable."
"I don't BELIEVE this. Does arguing with me ALWAYS
affect you in this manner?" (hands on hips)

"No, of COURSE not. But I DID tell you that I'm not
done with you yet."

(heavy sigh) "Promise me something."

(shrug)"ANYthing."

"Save it for the first time you visit me in the
Harem."

"Female dog."

"Excrement."

(hoarse) "Get over here."

(fake pout) "You PROMISED."

"No I didn't." (shakes head as he walks over) "Rameses
will be fine." (holds me close)

"Y'know, this may very well be the death of me."

"At least you'd go out with the biggest smile this
side of the universe."

"Ha. Ha."

(two seconds pass)

"Ahhhhhhhhh...."

***

"DAMN that woman! If I didn't want her she and that
Captain would be dust...but it is all right. Once she
has had me again she'll forget all about him. She WILL
have ME more frequently, and she IS my new wife."

Lotor tilted his head back and drank deeply from his
goblet. When his head came back down wine dribbled
down his chin, but he didn't wipe it away.

"Yes...she is all MINE. And the sooner she gets here,
the sooner she'll forget about the so-called Dragon of
Arus."

He pressed a button on his ship's control panel. He
winced and cringed as the sounds of me and Keith came
in, a bit fuzzy but unmistakable.

He sighed. It was going to be a long night.

***

Rameses winced. His head was pounding and his left ear
itched. He guessed it was from the fight he'd had with
Lotor.

Scowling, he reached for the itch and found a bump. It
was a small bump, enough to make him think that it was
the result of one of Lotor's punches. Rubbing it
didn't make the itch go away. He decided to leave it
alone and try to get some sleep, since it was obvious
his mistress was safe.
TBC!
nutbug Blah. Gina. Blah. Short 'cause I'm tired. More tomorrow.
(Tamy's cute when she gives someone the big-eyed
pleading look. Tomorrow I'll start that story, oh
Queen of Whipped Cream.)

Rameses opened his eyes slowly, carefully. "Master
Keith!" he said through the tubing. "And my
Princess...you have saved me. I am forever grateful."

"Thank KEITH," I said softly. "He was the one who had
the oxygen idea."

Ramses gave Keith a respectful inclination of his
head. "I shall serve you as faithfully as I do my
Princess, Master Keith."

Keith winced and tried to pooh-pooh this away but I
gave him a sharp glare.

Rameses grinned understandingly. "I realize that you
do not feel as though you need a man-slave, Master
Keith. But you saved my life, so I choose to be bound
to you."

"But what about Lotor?" Keith asked.

Rameses shook his head slowly. "I take orders from
him. But I do not serve him."

Keith ran this through his brain. He raised an
eyebrow. "So...what does this service entail?"

I punched his arm. "KEITH!"

Rameses took off the tubing. "It is all right, my
Princess. Master Keith, I am at your beck and call,
and should it become necessary, I will call upon my
people to help you fight battles."

"Cool," Keith said, almost overwhelmed. I merely
nodded in admiration.

Keith's head suddenly jerked up. "Hey. We're reaching
Doom. My calculations were WAY off."

I ran a hand through my hair. "You were otherwise
occupied with OTHER calculations" I said.

Suddenly something big hit the ship. I gasped. "What's
going ON?" I demanded.

Keith grimaced as he rushed to find out. "Meteor
shower! Strong gravity fields! Hang on!"

"Do we have a CHOICE?!" I yelled as I lay down flat on
the floor and waited for the worst.

"NOT REALLY!" Keith yelled back.

Seconds later, the aforementioned meteors began to
pummel the spaceship....

TBCcccczzzzzzzzzzz
nutbug

Gina, blah, blah. Tame. Second to last chap.

A re-wording of something Brick says to Bondage Queen
Kate as she and Alice are about to leave the planet is
in here. Find it and I won't paddle you for a week. ;)

"Princess?" Rameses was gently shaking me awake. "Wake
up, Princess. We are home...I *think*."

Surprised that I'd fallen asleep, I could only blink
sleepy eyes at him. "You *think*?"

He nodded. "Master Keith guided the ship quite nicely
through that meteor shower. It's as though he's done
it before. Anyway, right now he is guiding the
spaceship through Doom airspace towards the Harem. So
yes, we are home. *Almost*."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. From what Lotor
said the Harem was a wondrous place that would allow
me to live out every one of my fantasies and dreams,
but all I wanted was to be alone with Remy in a nice
hot bath of scented oils.
I didn't think I needed to socialize with Lotor's
other wives. Wouldn't each of us be locked away
anyway, allowed to see him only by pre-arrangement? I
didn't want that. I didn't even want HIM. I just
wanted to be alone with Remy. I was used to that.

But the Harem sounded so wonderful...days and nights
of endless pleasure...

Keith yelled from where he was: "Just a few more
minutes!" he said enthusiastically, but I caught a
touch of sadness in his voice.

I frowned. "When will we see you again?"

He sighed. "Once I drop you and Remy off I won't see
either of you for a while. Arusian duty calls. But as
I promised you, I *will* visit, just have faith and
trust me. Heck, we've only made love a few times, I
can't let myself get killed or hurt."

He grinned deviously. He'd obviously cheered himself
up as well as me. "So don't worry. I'll COME."

Remy chuckled. "Very funny, Master Keith."

I could tell that Keith was deciding whether or not to
allow Remy to continue to call him that. After a few
seconds, I could tell the answer was yes. I scowled.
Apparently his arrogance was as big as his—

"Thanks, Remy." He gave him a quick two-fingered
salute. "Now, let's get this over and done with. The
sooner I drop you two off, the sooner I'll come to
visit."

I raised an eyebrow. "*Will* Lotor permit this?"

He nodded. "I have my ways of getting into the Harem."

That didn't answer my question, but I left it alone.

***

Thunderstruck, Remy and I stared at what was to be our
new home.

It was gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. Aesthetically
perfect.

There were flowers and trees and total perfection
everywhere we looked. I adjusted my glasses because I
thought I had seen some perfect male specimens running
around, too.

"Wait a minute..." Those slaves were running around
because they were looking for a place to hide. I
wondered what they had done.

A blonde in a short rich purple silk slip rushed out
of one of the Harem entrances after them, wielding a
rolling pin. "YOU COME BACK HERE! HOW *DARE* YOU STEAL
MY WHIPPED CREAM WITHOUT PERMISSION! I WILL HAVE YOUR
HIDES!!! *COME BACK HERE!!*"
She spoke with a foreign accent I couldn't place but I
loved it anyway.

I shook my head slowly. "That rolling pin won't do the
job. I think my seven-footer will."

Keith raised an eyebrow. "I'm TIRED," he wise-cracked.

I smacked him.

"HEY!" yelled the blonde, "YOU SMACKED KEITH *GOOD*!
WANNA COME OVER HERE AND TAKE CARE OF *THESE* GUYS FOR
ME?!!"

I grinned. "JUST GUIDE THEM THIS WAY!!!" I wouldn't
need anything out of my "tool box" as I'd thought. I
could punish them with my bare hands.

The blonde nodded. "NO PROBLEM!! BY THE WAY, ARE YOU
PRINCESS GINA?!!!"

I nodded.

She grinned. "I'm TAMY!! FROM TEXAS!! WELCOME HOME!!!"

I grinned. "THANK YOU!! AND IT'S *QUITE* A *NICE*
WELCOME, I CAN ASSURE YOU OF THAT...."

She guided the slaves my way.

I rolled up imaginary sleeves.

Remy and Keith stepped WAY back.

***

The slaves THOUGHT that all would be well as they
approached me; that I was just someone else they could
steal from.

The look in my eyes stopped them cold. Then, as all
slaves should, they immediately dropped to their knees
before me.

I nodded. "Before I punish you..what are your names?"

They were too afraid to say anything. I looked them
over. There were three of them. Immediately, I knew I
wanted to possess two of them.

"WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES?!!" My tone warned them to answer
OR ELSE.

The blond one gulped. "I am Alexander. And this is
Ram-O and Maximillian. We used to belong to King
Zarkon. Grand Master Prince Lotor rescued us."

I nodded. "Rise. And come with me."

I'd punish them in whichever room was set aside for
it, I thought.

Keith and Remy exchanged grins. "She's home," they
said as one.

TBC! Gotta get off the 'net for a bit! Be back later!
nutbug

The last chap of Gina, blah, blah, 1/2: Tame with innuendo

Here's the first bit of the last chap. It wouldn't all
fit in one post.

As I approached the nearest entrance to the Harem,
noting every wonderful fragrance of each wonderful
flower and every aspect of everything else that I saw,
the slavemen in front of me gasped, slowly halted,
then dropped to one knee.

"Hmmmmm?" I said as I sensed another presence in the
vicinity.

"Grand Doom Harem Mistress Jenn! Greetings! We awaiten
your glorious words..." the slave men said as one.

"Oh shutUP. Let me see our new arrival in peace and
quiet," said a half-amused, half-irritated female
voice. It was pleasant enough, but conveyed a definite
don't-give-me-any-stupidity personality I immediately
liked.

Yet, I raised a Princess-type eyebrow as I turned my
head to look at the owner of that voice.

My other eyebrow went up. This female was shorter than
I, had short wild hair, a smattering of ink pictures
on her bare arms, and was wearing an all-black outfit
worthy of a dominatrix. She carried a long black
leather whip in one hand and handcuffs in the other.

If she were a man, I might immediately have dropped
and paid some proper homage.

She had an idea of what I was thinking and
acknowledged this with a nod. She raised the arm
carrying the whip and I saw that one of the ink
drawings read, "SubVersion". Below that drawing was
one of a young male with the most perfect cheekbones I
had ever seen, even though the drawing was merely an
outline of his features.

We silently looked at each other.

A few seconds later I felt a strong force gather
itself around her. It wasn't magical; it was her inner
strength and skills coming out in full.

Quickly, her wrist flexed.

Before I knew it, the whip had circled around my
ankles and I was falling to the ground.

The slavemen moved to catch me but a sharp look from
their Mistress stopped them.

I used the momentum to perform a quick front flip,
keeping my knees close to my body so I wouldn't hit
anything or one.

I saw her face as I righted myself. She was nodding in
satisfaction. She had tested me and I had passed.

Unintentionally, I scowled at her. "I do not
appreciate being tested in such a manner, Mistress. I
MUCH prefer a rack room."
I winced. I hadn't meant to say that either. One did
not try one's luck with someone as powerful as she.

She scowled right back at me and raised the whip
again. "And you WILL be tested in the rack room. We'll
see if what Lotor said about you is true."

"But will I remain here if I do not pass THAT test—?"

The slavemen winced and interrupted me with began to
mumbles about how they wished they wouldn't have to
witness the rack room test.

"Oh, be silent," I said irritably, glaring at them.
"Oh, shut UP," she said, glaring at them.

We each gasped, realizing what the other had said;
then we grinned at each other, sudden partners in
crime.

"SHOULD we let them watch?" she asked me, with a touch
of deference for my rank. Her eyes were deliciously
devious.

"Only if you test them as well," I responded, my grin
deepening.

This pleased her. She turned, then beckoned.

We followed her.

*****

It was indeed very thorough and it seemed the test
would not end. Not that I MINDED.

I and the slavemen were "on the rack" as it is called.
They were moaning and bruised. I, however, was
screaming for more.

She had changed into an outfit that was making the
slavemen painfully willing to pay her homage. It was
the main reason that they were moaning.

At one point Rameses and Keith entered the room. They
greeted Grand Mistress Jenn and then sat down to
watch.

I gave Keith a "why are you HERE?" look, to which he
replied with a "I'm not in a hurry" shrug.

Grand Mistress Jenn took two seconds to catch her
breath. "You're even better than Lotor said you were.
It's been a very long time since I've had to take a
break."

I briefly wondered if the young man she obviously
idolized knew anything about her "break-taking".

Jenn raised her whip again (this was another one. One
lay, broken, defeated and discarded, halfway across
the room). "Now that I've had my break..."

I raised my chin and again screamed for more.

******

Hours later I relaxed and "rejuvenated" in the best
bath I had ever had.

The three slavemen attended to me, pouring scented
oils over me and into the already wonderfully perfumed
water.

I had had to be carried into here, into my chambers,
from the rack room. Mentally I had survived and passed
the test, but my body had been weakened.

Jenn (she insisted that I not refer to her by rank
except when necessary. I had done the same.) had
praised and congratulated me with a nod. Coming from
her, that was high praise.

Keith and Rameses had vanished sometime during the
rest of the test. I hoped I'd see them soon.

But right at this moment...I sunk a little deeper into
the water. At this moment...I was content.

"Hello? Are you in there? We've come to meet you!"
"Welcome to...hey, why aren't the doors locked?"
"Thanks for taking care of those bad boys..."
"Helloooo?"

I didn't recognize any of those voices. As for why I
hadn't locked the doors, I saw no reason why I HAD to.
Wasn't this place safe? Besides, I had nothing to
hide...

"We're coming in! Are you decent?"

I scowled, then snapped my fingers. "Bring me that
towel-robe," I ordered Alex. "I wish to meet these
females. Perhaps they are my..." I grinned. "..My
sisters."

***

Us "Harem Ladies" sat in a lounge "talking trash" and
stuffing ourselves with delicious foods the likes of
which I had never known.

Lotor had been right. DAMN him. I WAS home. This WAS
where I belonged. And I "fit right in".

"You DO realize that not EVERYONE gets THAT test," the
wise Samara said. "Jenn just wanted to "test your
mettle", as the expression goes."

"And by the looks of it, you have a LOT of
'metal'...chains, handcuffs and other things.." said
Tamysan.

The rest of us groaned at this failed attempt at
humor. I reached out to lightly hit her on the head.

All of us burst out laughing, but suddenly mine was
not real laughter. Despite the enjoyment, I had begun
to think about how to punish Lotor for what he had
done to Remy. And didn't I still owe him for what he
had done to my planet?

Perhaps Keith would help me...in more ways than one.

The others looked at me strangely as my laughter
became louder and more vigourous than theirs.

"She's whip-drunk," someone said with a touch of
concern.

I shook my head. "No, just very, very happy," I
managed to say. "And soon, perhaps even happier than I
am now."

There was silence for a few seconds as the others
exchanged concerned looks.

"Whip-drunk," they said as one.

Oh, if they only knew...Lotor was doomed.

My laughter became even more vigourous. I had made a
rhyme.

TBC later!
nutbug
===
The last blah, blah etc bit: NOT tame, NOT for younger viewers, but not all-out wild
I need all the room I can get here...I hope the few
lines between this and the bit are enough.
Today's cool link: http://www.japanese-online.com
(sent to me by a friend)

It was sometime during the early night hours when I
awakened, my plans for Lotor's destruction checked off
in my mind.
Rameses at the time was a heavy sleeper. It was easy
to wriggle out from underneath him and tip-toe through
my room for what I needed.

But Ram-O and Alex, both of whom guarded my doorway,
neither of whom were sleeping but rather engaged in a
very interesting activity, blocked my way.

"Where are you going with that arsenal of weapons,
Mistress?" Alex asked, blinking beautiful blue eyes at
me, not interrupting his, uhm, motions.

I scowled. "Nowhere that is of your concern."

Ram-O heaved a sigh. He knows me pretty well, even at
that time; he knew pretty much what I had in mind.
"Mistress, Lotor is not so easily destroyed. And he
may already know that you seek to kill him. He is not
a fool. At the least, he may be suspicious of your
intentions because of what he did to Rameses and
Venusae." He paused to catch a breath. "Dare you
destroy something that you care for so much?"

I was beginning to regret accepting these two as my
slaves. They weren't even straight. Well, to be more
factual, ALEX wasn't. Ram-O, as I had already
discovered, would take anyone on, anytime. But I cared
about them, and they served me well.

"I appreciate your concern, Ram-O, but I MUST do this.
It is my duty as a Venusaen."
I held my head high as I stepped over them and headed
towards Lotor's room. Or WHEREVER he was.

***

I heard the moans and groans a few seconds before I
found out where he was. Trying to be as quiet as I
could, I practically crept along the hallway,
occasionally having to push my glasses back up on my
nose.The fool had left his bedroom door open for all the
world to see his current activities. What, did he need
some form of approval?

The sight of his naked rear doing the act with someone
I didn't recognize both disgusted and aroused me. I
had to shake myself out of it. I had a job to do.

Slowly, I made my way into the room. I let my anger
fill me. I raised my weapons.
"Lo—"

That was as far as I got. Before I knew it I was
weaponless and flat on my back on his bed.

The woman he'd been with was long gone.

His strong arms and gorgeous body pinned me to the
bed. He was angry, but, to my surprise, this was more
due to me interrupting him than my obvious quest.
"Did you think that you could just walk up to me and
kill me, wench? DID YOU? ANSWER ME!"

My eyes met his. I told him nothing, letting my eyes
tell him my thoughts.

He shook me violently. "ANSWER ME! Or do I have to
FORCE you to?!"

"Do your worst, Lotor! You killed my parents, people
and planet. What good am I without them? Kill me if
you wish, I don't care! But you will pay for your
deeds."

He raised an eyebrow. "And Rameses?"

I struggled. "THAT was the worst of all, you fiend."

He raised a hand to slap me. I didn't move my eyes
from his, daring him to go through with it.

His glare deepened. "You have had relations with
that..that CAPTAIN. That despicable, detestable,
pretty-boy, worthless—"

I faked a yawn.

His hand moved closer to my face. He narrowed his
eyes. "I am not sure that I want you in my Harem any
longer. BUT, since I know that the first thing you
would do is run to Arus and 'shack up' with
that...that...PILOT, I'm going to keep you here. And
any privileges he's had are gone now."

I heaved a sigh. I knew the man I would later nickname
"The Dragon of Arus". He would come to visit me
despite the restrictions.

His hand tapped my cheek. It was symbollic. I wanted
to rip him to shreds now.

His other hand moved over me, examining my body.

I turned my head away. He was going to take me
regardless of what had just happened. Was there no end
to this man's hunger?

He raised his body and ripped my clothing to shreds
with barely a gesture.

Tears came to my eyes. He had won. My plan had been
doomed from the start. He would live while I would
suffer with my anger.

I winced as, with a grunt, he did what I feared he
would.

"Let her go!" Rameses yelled from the doorway.

Lotor angrily raised his head. Would no one let him
have his way this night?
"You DARE to interrupt me? YOU? You should be DEAD."

Rameses raised his fists. "Let's go, Lotor. You and
me. For the Princess' honor."

I smiled. "Remy," I whispered.

Lotor scowled. "SHE has honor? Don't make me laugh."

Quickly, as I mentally blocked it out, he found
satisfaction.

I lay there, sore and feeling broken, as he dragged
himself off me and went for Rameses.

***

It was brutal. Lotor and Rameses fought their way from
the bedroom doorway all the way into the Lounge and
back again.

Fists hit skin and limbs and it was sickening, those
sounds. I didn't know what to do.

It got even worse. The battle was arousing Lotor. I
saw him grab Remy and turn him around—

I thought I would go insane. I opened my mouth to
scream myself into oblivion.

***

I opened my eyes. There was a weight on me.
It was Rameses.

He was battered and bruised but he was smiling at me.
"I won," he said.

Angry, I tried to shove him off. "Little boys," I
sneered. "I am not a prize to be won via male ego."

"But you ARE a prize," Lotor said from somewhere close
by. "Take her, Rameses."

His voice said that Rameses had no choice in the
matter.

I closed my eyes and began to cry.

***

"Your ridiculous little idea failed. I can not be
destroyed so easily, wench, not even by Hagar, my
father, Sammie-ma or Jenn. I should whip you within an
inch of your existence."

"Would you DARE?" From my upside-down position on the
rack I glared at him.

"I know you no longer wish to live. I have taken
you...your precious Remy has taken you...Alex and
Ram-O have taken you. And while I know you enjoyed
this PHYSICALLY, your mind is almost at a standstill
now because you could do nothing as this was done to
you."

TBC!
nutbug

Gina, blah, no younger viewers please, con't

I sneered at him. "Do your worst, Lotor. And take your
foul ring from my finger when I die."

He raised his eyebrows as though this truly surprised
him. "But I am NOT going to kill you. I am merely
going to make your suffer. No one attempts to
eliminate me and walks away unscathed."

He raised his whip. His eyes were dangerous and wild.

I prayed to any god that was listening to let this be
quick. I would not get any pleasure out of this, I
could see that.

"LET HER GO!"

This came from—you guessed it—Keith.

Even from my upside-down position he looked gorgeous,
even more so than normal because he was all fired up.

Lotor laughed. "I do NOT think so."

I mentally undressed Keith. It was not hard to do so.
He was wearing Chinese slippers and a black jumpsuit
that was right in the tight places. I mean tight in
the right places.

"What ARE you, a black shadow?" Lotor jeered.

Keith ignored this. "I SAID, let her go. 'Harem Lady
Murderer' won't make you look good. These Ladies are
SPECIAL."

Lotor shrugged.

Keith growled and went for Lotor. Lotor stepped out of
the way.
Keith veered off balance and crashed into me instead.
Not that I MINDED.

"What's going on?" said the sleepy voices of the Harem
Ladies.

Jenn, wearing an all-black outfit that made even Keith
rise to the occasion, said nothing, but stalked over
to Lotor and whipped him right on the rear.

"OW! WENCH!"

"WHAT did you call me?" She whipped him again.

He clamped his mouth shut.

"Keith, cut her loose," she commanded, looking him
over with a SUPPOSEDLY objective eye.

Keith obeyed and began to rub my rope-burn wounds.
Soon he began to rub OTHER places.
Not that I MINDED.
Jenn whipped Lotor around the room, cursing him with
words the likes of which I had never heard before.
"NEVER AGAIN will you attempt to take the life of one
of your Ladies, do you HEAR me? *I* will determine how
they are to be punished, don't you DARE try to take my
job away from me again..."

As the rest of us watched, somehow he knocked her off
balance and trapped her beneath him.
Her anger took some time to fade, but eventually it
did. Soon, both were speaking words of, uhm,
forgiveness.

Keith scooped me up in his arms. "I REFUSE to let him
watch us. He might pick up some techniques, use them,
and claim they were his."

I scowled. "You think you're better than he is?"

He grinned deviously but said nothing more as he
carried me past the beaming Harem Ladies to my
chambers.

Tamy shrugged. "Just another normal night at the
Harem," she said resignedly.



And there you have the tale of how I CAME to be part
of the Harem. I mistakenly deleted the other chaps, so
I can't resend them, DANG. There's another tale in tis
one's heels, Why Zarkon Leaves Me Alone,
re-done...it's on the way soon.
See yas later!
nutbug