A little pain and a LOT of pleasure, 1/?: I'll keep this short

Ah, to HECK widdit...here goes. And don't worry, it's mild!
Lotor lay on his stomach on a Harem couch and I straddled him. I was
giving him a full-body massage and he was TRYING to relax, but he was
MOST upset about what he, Keith, and I had done before the Rice-A party.
"I STILL cannot believe that I participated in that...that..."
"Almost-sandwich?" I supplied a bit shakily. I had yet to recover from
the uhm, event.
He sneered. "And how CONVENIENT it was that you sent Rameses to get
me, leaving you alone with HIM for a time."
I blushed and kneaded a bit deeper. "My liege..."
He shook his head. "I recall you saying something like that THEN. Or
were you saying it to HIM?"
I scowled. "YOU are my prince, Lotor." My hands travelled lower, to
the little spot on his back that makes him turn into a caveman when
it's rubbed right. "I am YOUR slave."
He squirmed as I used a nail to tease him in that spot. "I should
punish you for your being devious that night."
I nodded. "Maybe you SHOULD. But what would you do to me, that you
haven't already done?"
He grinned. "Maybe the same thing that you did to Jenn, only even more
intense. Or maybe I'll simply take your slaves away for two weeks."
I pretended to be devastated. "Oh. No. Anything but. THAT."
Quick as a flash he moved so that he could grab one of the pairs of
handcuffs I keep behind the couch. I landed flat on my back on the
couch. He grabbed me, cuffed me, and then put me over his shoulder as
he got up.
"I shall teach you to be more humble and obedient yet, woman...."
He walked towards the dungeons....
TBC
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Why Keith Wasn't On Arus For A While, 2/?


(I'm combining my Pain & Pleasure tale with the Keith not reporting
tale. They'll mesh anyhow. And excuse my lateness; my mother and I
babysat my 21-month-old niece, aka Hurricane Jade, for a little while.
Also, I'm a little, uhm, excited because one of the sales reps told me
that one of these days he's going to take me out to dinner and then
take me somewhere and use me. My-oh-my.)
Lotor quickly but efficently chained me to the rack in my quarters and
then stood back to admire his work.
I did too. He'd chained me up even better than I do Jenn and other
Harem members when they're baaaad, moody or overly pouty-mouthed. But
then, he was Lotor. I expected nothing less than the best from him.
I didn't know it then, but Keith was watching from his concealed place
behind - where else - one of the curtains, and as he told me later,
diamonds were nothing compared to HIM.
Anyhow, Lotor showed me his back as he retrieved one of my many whips,
and I nearly melted. He'd done that on purpose of course, walked
almost all the way across the room so I could watch his gorgeous back
in action, instead of just picking up a whip from the neat pile I keep
on the floor on the right-hand side of the rack.
"Ready for it now?" he asked, back still to me, and I scowled. Of
COURSE I was, and he KNEW it, why had he bothered to ask?
He tested the whip by tugging it this way and that in his hands, then
turned and walked towards me. No...he STALKED me, as a predator does
to its intended meal, and that did it. My body shuddered and bucked
and my head went as far back as the chains would allow as a certain
feeling went all through me.
"I HATE you," I whispered, bringing my head back down. He chuckled and
stroked my cheek, silently admiring the softness and delicious scent
my baths give to my skin. "I KNOW you do. And both of us love every
second of that hatred. It'll make this experience, me teaching you how
to behave properly, much more...poignant."
(Keith says a sudden breeze came in through the window and it was a
good thing because he had a HARD time keeping still.)
Lotor stepped back and cracked the whip. His grin became almost a
snarl. "NOW!" he announced to noone in particular, "It begins."
I braced myself for the first touch of my punishment.
TBC, or else I'll soon get Listbotted!
(hee hee)
thedamnnut

Why Keith...etc etc etc, 3/?


I know I said that this wasn't going to get any hotter, but OH how
wrong I was! And btw, Jenn, welcome back, I'm getting some world
domination ideas written down and, pardon the term, laid-out (stop
giggling! ^<>~). And very soon, my latest slave, Sebastian, will, uhm,
come to stay! YAY!
(Rameses, who's keeping an eye on Keith, playfully rolls his eyes at
the thought of his mistress proving her voracious appetite yet again)
With a few quick strokes Lotor removed my clothing, and I stood before
him (stood, HAH) in black sports bra and bike shorts. My glasses
steamed up, but I still was able to see him stride towards me and
remove my only link to 20/20 vision.
I squinted. "My lord, you, sir, are a MEANIE. You KNOW I crash into
furniture without those. You have rendered me helpless."
He laughed softly, TOO softly. "Your vision isn't THAT bad, though it
IS bad. But this is of no matter, as long as you can see what I'm
doing. AND, you have been known to escape one or two times. You really
MUST tell the others how you, ahem, came to be a member of the Harem."
I nodded. I saw him just fine. He'd stripped to - believe it or not -
boxers shorts and the view was....heavenly. Bulges everywhere. "One
day. Now. Don't you think we've wasted enough time talking?"
He narrowed his eyes at me. "I know you are thinking about what that
sales rep told you he's going to do. You will NOT imagine that I am
he. I have put your body in positions the human body was never meant
to be put in. It is to your credit that you are so flexible."
I shrugged. "I keep fit."
He nodded. "NOW!"
The whip flew through the air and found its target. I screamed, but
this was not due to pain; pleasure ran through my veins and collected
at various points in my body.
And again, and again, the whip fell upon me, and again and again I
screamed, the sound echoing throughout the Harem but neither of us
cared. Seeing one of Lotor's bulges grow to its amazing size inspired
me to scream at a greater pitch and volume, which inspired him to
punish me more and more.
"ENOUGH!"
"WHAAAAAT?" Lotor and I said in near-unison. "Who DARES to interrupt?"
Lotor said, glowing and glowering. "Who's there?"
Keith, stun gun at the ready, moved from behind the curtain. He aimed
it at Lotor's, uhm, main bulge. "You will NOT hit her any more! I
forBID it! I will not ALLOW it! Do not harm her any longer!"
Lotor rolled his eyes. I glared at Keith. "Keith, you IDIOT, what are
you DOING here? You're supposed to be on Arus!"
Keeping his gun on Lotor, Keith walked over to me and studied the way
I was chained up. He nodded in admiration. "You really know how to
keep a girl tied up, Lotor."
Lotor and I groaned. "Bad pun, Keith, as always," I said.
Keith shrugged. "Set her free, Lotor, or ELSE." He aimed at Lotor again.
Lotor shrugged. "And if I DON'T? And who says she WANTS to be set
free? Hmmmmmmm?"
Keith pulled the trigger.
I screamed. "NOOOOOOOOO!!! LOTOR!!!!!! Don't you DARE harm him!!!!!!"
TBC!! Hee hee! I mean, yes, I'll hurry up and COME to his rescue!!!
damnnutbug

Why Keithy, blah blah blah

(Rameses is pouting. "What's wrong, Rameses?" I ask. His pout deepens.
"Your and Jenn's double-orgy birthday party's coming up, and Tamy has
done the unthinkable - she's run out of whipped cream. The new supply
won't be in until Thursday." I grin. "That's okay; Moonie's already
sent both me and Jenn our, ahem, special outfits and I found OODLES of
the special vanilla body oil both Jenn and I like. The ther Ladies are
preparing the other things. As long as the party's still on, we're
okay. Now, can I write...or do I have to tickle you?"
Rameses thinks about it. "Okay...but tickle me anyway.")
Keith and Lotor were fighting!
I struggled to break free of my bonds and managed to, although I'd
have bruises for weeks. I will NOT have them, or anyone, fight in my
quarters...unless it's with the appropriate equipment.
"STOP that, you two!" I grabbed two whips and put one in each hand. As
I thought, they ignored me, preferring to be free with the fists and
feet. "STOP THAT AT ONCE!!"
I snapped my wrists and let fly with the whips. Each stroke found
their mark, first ripping off their clothing, then leaving marks on
their soft soft skins.
"STOP IT!!!"
They refused to. Either that, or they were enjoying every moment of my
punishment. I guessed it was the latter, and stopped.
Mmm-hmmm. I was right. They stopped immediately. They'd fought only to
get their asses whipped. Now they stood there, naked, staring at me,
waiting to see what I would do next. I heaved a sigh. There was only
one thing TO do.
"To the rack. BOTH of you. NOW. And don't even THINK about disobeying
me."
They obeyed so quickly they were a blur of motion. I attached them
properly and stood back to admire my work.
"Okay, boys....the discipline REALLY begins."
TBC!!! Hee hee!
Why Keithy, blah blah blah blah...another chap

Keith and Lotor looked absolutely ravageable as they
tried not to twist on my rack.
I tried not to drool as I tested and re-tested my whip.
"You gentlemen ready for punishment? I can do this
slowly-then-roughly, or just straight into roughly,
it's your choice."

"Rough me up good and HARD," Keith said, the Dragon of
Arus struggling to escape the confines of his
clothing.

"Just get it over and done with," Lotor snapped, as if
he WASN'T anticipating the whipping. The Golden Scepter
of Doom, as if it needed to, made him a liar.

"All righty, boys...." I held the whip high and
prepared to give these two the whipping of their
lives.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" wailed a very familiar female voice.
"Don't you DARE harm either one of them!!!"

I, excuse the expression, whipped around to see
Romelle. "You DARE to interrupt one of my sessions?
Have you not been warned of the consequences? And
besides, aren't you supposed to be with Zarkon the
Pipe-cleaner?"

Romelle sniffed. "You know very well that he's BUILT."

I shrugged. "No, YOU and HAGGAR know. But I don't care,
really. Just come over here and let me prepare you for
the rack."

Romelle gasped, then she turned around and ran out of
the room. I didn't bother to chase her. One of the
man-slaves would bring her back.

A tall GORGEOUS slave I didn't know brought her back,
and he'd handcuffed her for me, telling me he was
someone of THAT persuasion. I made a mental note to
check him out later, then thanked him.
"I'll take her now, thanks."

He shook his head. "No...I'll put her on the rack and
then watch you work."

THIS was INTERESTING. "Who ARE you?" I watched his
muscular body as he "hooked her up".

He turned to look at me. "My name is Master Samuel. I
used to be a dominator, until my father, shamed by my
trade, sold me as a slave to Zarkon. Lotor rescued me.
I'm new here, but I recognize quality when I see it."
He looked me over. "And by the way you're holding that
whip, I see that I am in for a show of high quality."

I grinned. "Then by all means stay here and watch."

He nodded and walked over to my side. I walked forward
and cracked the whip. "NOW....!"

more later, gotta go to bed and install NAV 5.1...
nutbug

Why Keithy, blah, Oy, con't

(Couldn't leave y'all HANGING.)

Master Samuel and Lotor continued to glare at each
other.
I shrugged, picked up my whip, and gave Keith and
Romelle a good thorough lashing.

Jenn, balancing a large stack of Mr. Perfect Cheekbones
info, music, and memorabilia, popped her head in.
"Everything okay....WHOA."
We all turned to look at her. She shrugged. "OHkay, as
you were...but I want to know how this one COMES out."
I nodded. "Fer shure, Mein...Mistress."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh GOD, you REALLY need to work
on your German..." She went on her way.

Master Samuel watched the space she'd occupied long
after she'd left it. I scowled and gave him a good
whip-taste on the VERY senstive area between his
glutes.
He yelped. "Woman...no one has EVER done THAT to me
before and lived...."

I whipped him all the way over to the rack. "And no one
stares at Jenn like that except John and Lotor. Now
handcuff y'self to the rack."
My eyes and tone of voice brooked no argument.

He stared at Lotor as he one-hand handcuffed himself to
the rack. "This isn't over, Drule-boy."

"Oh yes it IS," Lotor shot back, "You just don't know
it yet." He looked at me significantly.

I picked up another whip from the pile closest to me,
tested it, then stepped forward.

"Prepare for trouble," Lotor said with pride.
"Better make that DOUBLE," Keith added.
"Oh shutUP." Romelle rolled her eyes.

I lifted the whips high. "How well d'you think I can
wield two whips at once?" I asked rhetorically.

Lotor grinned. "Let's find out, shall we?"

TBC!
nutbug
(niteynite for now)

Why Keithy, blah blah blah...the next chap: Oy!

Master Samuel showed his interest in what I was going
to do in more ways than one. I thought about the
possibilities of adding him to my ever-growing
mini-harem of male slaves as I raised the whip high to
administer punishment to Lotor, Keith, and Romelle.

"Stop looking at Samuel like that!" the jealous Lotor
commanded.

He was the first to get a taste of the whip. He cringed
and winced but I knew he wanted more. He ALWAYS did.

Keith showed some very physical interest as well. As
for Romelle...well, she just stared at the light welts
and bruises appearing and then fading on Lotor's firm
gorgeous blue skin.

"You WENCH!" Lotor yelled, but he didn't mean it. He
was saying that to drive me on, which it did, almost as
well as when he called me a female dog.

Keith jerked about. Romelle watched this with interest.
Keith was tall, young, handsome and strong...and they
were as naked as the day they were born...why NOT?

"Ohhhhh Keeeeeeth," she singsonged.

"Quiet," he ordered, fully aware of her interest and
wanting no part of it.

She pouted, not seeing the whip come her way. "I heard
that you, Lotor, and Miss Dominatrix-type Paddle Queen
here had a threesome. Can WE have one?"

He lost his interest. "HELL, no. Stick to Delight
Twiggie and Zarky-Warky."

I clapped both of them on the ass.

"Ohhhhh BABY!" Keith yelled with a koolaid grin.

Romelle screamed. "You biiitttttccchhhhhhh! You f-"

I clapped her a good one on her ass again. "Language,
LANGUAGE!"

Master Samuel tried not to burst into laughter. "I
think I'll enjoy having you as my slave."

"ExCUSE me?" Lotor and I said in unison.

Master Samuel nodded. "That is correct, Prince. I am
going to stay at the Harem as one of your guards, but I
require a harem to function at my fullest peak."

Without thinking I of course checked out that peak.
Nice. But no one could beat Lotor's.

Lotor scowled. "STOP that," he commanded me, then, to
Samuel: "She is not leaving. She is MINE, is that
understood? Lock, stock, contract, heart, and barrel.
And do not think of kidnapping her. All of my Ladies
are protected-what's that expression-24/7."

Samuel raised his head and looked down at Lotor.
"Really," he said with a touch of sarcasm.

Lotor raised his head and proceeded to stare him down.
"Really," he affirmed.

Oh no! What NOW?
I lowered my whip and considered my situation.
TBC!
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Why Keithy, blah blah blah, again, last chap for now
Yahoo is slow again...this time the words aren't
keeping up with my typing.

Master Samuel, Lotor and Keith stood nice and racked,
the three examples of Grade A++++++ beef showing signs
of sweat. I wanted to take all of them on at once, but
I had a job to do.
My whip fell upon them again and again. Not even Lotor
liked it after a while, but I didn't care. I had to
punish them.

"I still want you for my own and I shall have you,"
Master Samuel cried, even as my whip bid him be
silent.

Lotor sneered. "I told you, she is MINE."

Keith managed to grin. "And MINE on many a pleasant
occasion."

Samuel nodded in admiration. "She is indeed one of
many appetites if she can take an army on, as is
rumored."

Lotor nodded thoughtfully. "Yes. She would be the
dominant one on your Harem, if I were stupid and
allowed you to take her."

Samuel frowned. The Genius of the Year hadn't thought
about THAT. "Yes, indeed she would be. In the space of
a week she would claim victory over all of the men in
my kingdom."

I cracked the whip on them. "HEY! I reSENT that! I
would take me but a few days!"

Samuel ignored this. "Yes, I am reconsidering. You may
keep her, Lotor. But be warned, in the space of a year
she will claim victory over all of the men in THIS
Harem."
Lotor grinned. "As long as she takes me on at least
twice as many times as the number of men in this Harem
I do not have a problem with that."

Samuel easily escaped from his bonds and walked over
to me. He kissed my hand. "You are as rare a jewel as
a diamond in the heat of the sun."

"Yeah right." I put the whip down and cracked a grin.
"just get out of here and don't come back. I say this
with respect, of course."
"Of course." He bowed to me and the others, then left.

I shook my head slowly as I released Keith and Lotor.
Both of them laughed softly, then both of them
embraced me and of course brought me down to the
ground.
"These threesomes are getting monotonous," I
complained...then realized they were attaching me to
the steel loops in the floor via handcuffs and chains.
I grinned.

Lotor grabbed a whip. Keith grabbed something else.
"WE'LL show you monotony," Keith quipped...and here
y'alls imaginations should take over. Hee hee!

nutbug
(horny and hungry but being fed wheeeeee!)
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