A Harem Tale!! Wheee!

It's been so long since I've done a Harem Tale that I was in the mood for
one. (I am trying to pick up "Flesh and Bone" again too) Here goes...tam

"A Day In The LIfe Of A Drule"

Tamysan was walking down the halls of the Harem. Gee, the harem had been so
quiet lately! Even the much vaunted Outdoor Orgy had barely made a ripple in
the scheme of things. Ah..must be sort of like Spring or Summer - everyone
doing their own thing.
Tamysan sighed. She was in one of those restless moods again. ..Maybe I
should get a makeover or something..tired of the same old look..Maybe
Sammie-Ma has something - she always has unusual make up and such. I'll go
ask her if she can help me.

So Tamysan went off to Samara's room. She went in the door, but by the sounds
coming from an antechamber, Samara was quite busy! Darn. Tamysan thought,
she'll be busy for hours!
She looked on Samara's vanity table. My! So many jars and make up! Maybe I
could borrow some and leave her a note that I have them, then she won't think
Zarkon's been stealing them again..
Tamysan took some pretty make up colors and a jar of what she thought was
face cream. She scribbled a note on a pad where Sammie could see it and left.
She went to her room, sat down and applied some make up.

Hmm..don't look too good on my skin. Darn, and they looked real pretty too. I
guess it only works good on Drule skin tones. I better get this stuff off
with this face cream..

For some odd reason, the face cream burned - hmm maybe an allegic reaction?
Then it felt like her entire skin crawled all at once. It felt like
goosebumps all over her skin! She wiped the face cream off and looked in the
mirror and her eyes widened.

She was a Drule! She touched her face - it was a pretty azure color and her
eyes were the golden cat's eyes of that race. Her hair was still long,
slightly wavy but it was more a white-blond now. She touched the delicate
pointed tapered ears - they were beautiful, but oh how did this happen? She
looked down at her body - blue skin! Eep! It was this face cream stuff! She
had to get to Samara and tell her what happened! Tamysan gathered up the
borrowed stuff from Sammie, put it in a bag and ran down the hall as quickly
as her feet could take her. Thank goodness no one was about! She looked like
herself, but she looked like a Drule version! Actually she rather liked it,
but still it was dangerous. Everyone knew Drule males had a prediliction for
rare Drulean females - Fishface especially. Yuck!
As she streaked down the hall, she did not notice that Zarkon, fresh from his
vacation on Tyrus stopped dead in the hallway and stared at her departing
figure.

She finally reached Samara's room and barged into the door.."SAMARA!! Help!
I've turned into a Drule!"

Subj: [Scribes Tale] Love Potion Number Nine
Date: 5/26/99 11:56:31 PM

An old, tried and true title for a little blender of a tale. This will
continue Gina's Ram-O's got the hots for Moonie, and add a little bit o'
new...ummm...*interest*...hehehe...
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"Kree," I said, frowning at the slip of paper in my hand. "Do you know
what happened to the latest shipment of Love Me Up Oil?"

Kree rose from my divan and pilfered through a few nearby boxes. "What
flavor are you looking for, Mistress?"

My frown deepened. "Well, it says on this invoice that I should have
recieved a dozen bottles of grape flavored Love Me Up Oil, but if I
recall correctly, when I looked through the boxes earlier, I didn't run
across any grape flavored oil."

Kree continued to pilfer through the various boxes strewn haphazardly
about the room, then looked at me and shook his head. "I don't see any
grape flavored Love Me Up Oil."

"Oh, well, that's just great!" I exclaimed tossing the invoice to my
divan and walking over to my tiny bedside table, then opening the bottom
drawer and yankng out a fistful of order forms. "Let's see here." I
flipped through them hastily. "I have ten orders in for the grape
flavored Love Me Up Oil. Ten orders." I looked at Kree and scowled. "Do
you know how many times Sex-IS-Us has flubbed on orders since I started
up this little business of mine?"

He quirked an eyebrow at me. "No, Mistress."

"Try TWELVE on for size!" I groused, putting my hands on my hips and
shaking my head. "Twelve times they have flubbed on orders and forced my
customers to wait an additional two weeks for their merchandise."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Kree said quietly, lowering his head.

I sighed and closed my eyes, counting backwards from ten to one. "It's
not your fault, Kree," I said calmly, opening my eyes to look at him. "I
guess I will simply have to find a new wholesaler."

Kree raised his head and looked back at me, a familiar grin playing on
his lips. "You look very tense, Mistress," He said seductively, taking a
single step twards me. "Perhaps, a little relaxing stimulation is
appropriate?"

I eyed him for several long moments, noting the hopeful gleam in his
sensual eyes, then frowned mildly and shook my head. "As much as I would
*love* to put that tongue of yours to good use, Kree, I must get the
orders straightened out with Sex-IS-Us." I paused and glanced at the
order forms in my hand, "And, Hagar is due in for her most recent
requests."

Kree seemed to recoil at the mention of the old witch's name, and I
couldn't help but smile at him.

"You don't have to worry, Kree," I said teasingly. "You weren't listed as
one of her purchases." I winked and he shuddered. "In any case, you are
free to go for the rest of the day."

His eyes widened slightly. "Mistress?"

I blinked at him. "Yes?"

"Are you sure that you won't be needing me any more today?" He hesitated
and looked slightly forlorn, "Not at all...?"

I smiled at him and chuckled softly. "The key word in that statement was
'DAY', Kree." My smile widened. "Tonight, however, may be a whole new
story entirely."

He brightened almost instantly, then headed for the door. "Yes,
Mistress," He said over his shoulder, then exited the room.

I shook my head and chuckled, then began the task of unpacking the boxes
and laying the items out on my bed. The sound of a soft rap on my door
caught my attention.

"Who is it?" I called, not bothering to look up from the current box I
had both hands sunk into.

"Pardon me, Mistress Moonsilk." Came a soft, seductively low male voice.

I instantly straightened and turned to find the hard bodied man-slave
Ram-O gracing my doorway. "Hello, Ram-O," I said. "Are you here to pick
up Gina's order?"

He seemed to flush a little in response and I quirked an eyebrow
curiously, then set the order forms down on the bedside table.

"Actually, I wanted to...um...well, I wanted to know what...um..." He
trailed off into silence.

I turned toward him once more and titlted my head to one side, then
studied him a moment. "Are you okay, Ram-O?" I asked, walking over to him
and brushing the back of my hand over his forehead.

He seemed to shiver slightly in response, and I hastily pulled my hand
away.

"I...um...well, I was..." He trailed off again, then with great haste,
"Iwaswonderingwhatyourpoliciesareregardingbiman-slaves."

I blinked rapidly and shook my head. "What?"

He inhaled deeply and repeated the statement, "I was wondering what your
policies are regarding bi man-slaves." His tone was soft and slow, like
the subtle sound of waves lapping against some distant shore.

I stood there for a moment, almost dumfounded by the question, then,
"Well, I have never really given it much thought. I mean..." I broke off
and frowned thoughtfully. "I believe that Kree is straight, and he is the
only man-slave I've ever had..." I broke off again, my frown deepening.
"I'm not sure what difference it makes, though. Besides..."

A loud crash sounded from within the corridor, cutting off my next words,
and I pushed by Ram-O and peered out to find Hagar shuffling down the
hall towards my room, dragging a kicking and screaming Drule Guard along
behind her.

"Be quiet, you impertinent nit-wit!" She howled at the Guard, thumping
him on the head with the butt of her staff.

"Oh, boy." I muttered under my breath, then turned to Ram-O. "I'm sorry,
Ram-O, but I think our conversation will have to wait," I darted over to
my bed and pulled Hagar's order form out of the pile that I had set on
the bedside table, "I have to get Hagar's order ready, or she'll probably
have a stroke on me." I looked over at him and smiled gently.

He returned the smile, then bowed with an animalistic male grace, "Until
later, Mistress Moonsilk," He said huskily.

I felt myself flush, then chuckled softly. I bit the chuckle off moments
later, however, when Hagar shoved Ram-O out of the doorway and burst into
the room, the Drule Guard thumping along behind her like a sack of apples.

"Moon, do you have my order ready?" She demanded, frowning at me.

I felt my lip twitch with mild revulsion, then hastily threw together the
items on her list, "Yes, Hagar." I replied, stuffing a small black bag
with a variety of oils, lingerie and several miniture varieties of toys,
"And, I will be needing a payment from you this time."

Hagar's frown deepened. "Payment!" She huffed. "I think it's payment
enough that I let you remain an attractive young woman instead of turning
you into a shrivled up old hag like me!"

"Hagar," I said her name with an exasperated air. "You are my biggest
customer, but you are also the least likely to pay upon receipt." I put
my hands on my hips and clenched my jaw. "If you want to continue to
recieve quality toys and accessories at affordable rates, then you are
going to have to pay your bill."

The Drule Guard suddenly twitched and Hagar promptly bapped him on the
head again with her staff.

I crinkled my face up. "If you don't mind my asking, why are you dragging
that guard around with you?"

Hagar abruptly cackled merrily, "This is my new pet!" She exclaimed. "He
is to be the lucky recipient of my affections for the evening."

I couldn't help the grimace that crossed my face, or the shudder that
raced up my spine, but I hastily composed myself. "About the bill,
Hagar," I said firmly. "You can either pay me, or trade with me. You
know that I am fairly reasonable and bartering is not against my policy."

Hagar's frown returned, "Well," She said haughtily. "You know that I am
hard up for cash, but I do have something that I can offer you in trade.
But," She released her hold on the Drule Guard and lifted a gnarled
finger in the air as he thumped loudly against my floor, "If I give you
what I am speaking of, you will have to include my next two orders in the
deal."

I quirked an eyebrow at her and crossed my arms over my chest. "I will
agree to that, but only if what you have to offer is as valuable as you
make it sound."

Her face crinkled up into a groteque grin, and she reached for something
inside the thick, musty, brown of her robes. "Oh, it is, my dear. It
is." She cackled gleefully and produced a tiny crystalline bottle.

I shook my head at her and raised both eyebrows. "And, what is that?"

"This," She said, thrusting the bottle out at me, "This is a potion
specially designed to drive Drule males crazy with desire."

I tapped my foot against the floor and stared at Her - nonplused. "Do
tell," I said disinterestedly.

"Well, it's obvious to me that I will have to prove its value to you."
She paused. "Actually, I shall let it prove itself." She tossed me the
bottle, which I hastily scrambled for, then caught. "The next time you
are invited to tend to Lotor, dab a little behind both ears. I guarantee
that he will be insatiable in his desire for you - and that his desire
will last for at least three days."

I eyed the tiny bottle, then handed Hagar her bag of items. "I will test
this, Hagar," I said, looking up at her. "If it doesn't work, I will
expect payment in full upon the receipt of your next order."

Hagar grinned and retrieved the Drule guard from the floor, capturing the
neckline of his uniform with her gnarled fingers and yanking his head up
to hip level. He groaned in response and she promptly thwacked him on
the head with the butt of her staff once more.

I winced and frowned, then shook my head as she exited the room with her
prize in tow.

"Sometimes this place is *so* weird," I muttered, sitting down on a
small, plush velvet footstool of deep violet, and eyeing the bottle
cupped in my palm. "I really don't need you," I said to it. "But, I
suppose there will come a day when I might, so I guess it's better to be
prepared than unprepared." I paused and stood up, then placed the tiny
crystalline bottle on a high shelf with several other bottles. "As my
father always said, 'Never forget the seven p's, proper prior planning
prevents piss poor performance'." I chuckled to myself and walked over to
my bed, once again focusing on filling orders.

-----

Alrighty, I guess that's a beginning (I am pretty rusty, so forgive
me)...you can feel free to add if you want, or wait for me to post more -
which will happen within the next few days.
TCBW!
Moonie - GOP

Subj: (no subject)
Okay..Samara sent this, asked me to go over it - made a few minor changes,
but basically it's her post..I will be combining my fic with Moonie's "Love
Potion No. 9" for added mayhem! Feel free to join in! The water's fine! Tam
"Tam? Is that you?" asked Samara clutching to Lotors robe as she
entered the outer chamber.
Samara heard the noise in the hall.
" Ma what is it? Lotor asked from within...
" Aaaah a supprise my number one student..ah, Tam get in here...Lotor
there is something you need to see....Remember the chameleon potion Haggar
made for us years ago? Well, Tam has seemed to have found it..."
" GET in here Tam and that is an order!" Lotor growled. " I must
admit you look VERY nice. ." Lotor said rising from Samaras bed. "But you did
not know what you were getting into picking around on Sammie-Ma dresser. You
may find anything in here - things that Hagar made for us to fool my father.."
"Lotor I only wanted to try her make up"....Tam looked into his
matching golden eyes. "It's a female thing.." she smiled.
" You two look almost related you know.... I think you are really
beautiful as a Drule. Said Sammie-Ma.
" Yes, you do.." he smiled.
Tamysan blushed and then asked, "What about that cream? I mean it must be
magical."
"It is. Hagar once tried it to give back her looks but it didn't work. Later
she gave it to Samara after she came here, thinking that it didn't work at
all, but it did. The potion has the ability to turn a person into the desired
form of their choice.You obviously prefer the looks of a Drule. I am amused
that Ma had enough left to do such a drastic change on you so quickly! I hope
FATHER does not see you. That's all we need.."

"Uh, how long will this potion last?" Tamysan asked Samara.

"That's hard to say. The effects can be permanent." she said.

"What? Oh no! I can't hide from Flounder-face forever!" Tamysan moaned.

"Here - here is one of my veils. Wear it over your face for now in the
halls.." Samara said, placing it on Tamysan's head.

"Samara, won't that veil attract attention? She's not you, you know. Much too
tall.." Lotor volunteered.

"Well, she's right. She can't hide. Your father is still on Tyrus and
hopefully the potion will have worn off by the time he comes back."

"And if it doesn't?" Tamysan said.

"Don't worry. I'm sure Hagar will have a cure.." Lotor said. "But still I
wouldn't mind a bit if you did stay this way..." he smiled and Tamysan KNEW
that look. Marathon sex in the bedroom! Lotor saw her look and he laughed.

"Later, my sweet. I think you'll have all the drives of a Drule too - I'd
like to explore that.."

"Drives? Uh, what does he mean Samara?" Tamysan asked.

"You'll find out.." she said mysteriously as Tamysan headed for the door

Subj: Love Potion No 9. - WEAVE
(This was "Day In The Life Of A Drule" but am merging with Moon's Love Potion
No 9 feel free as always to jump in! tam)

Tamysan walked down the halls feeling rather self-conscious. She felt too
tall suddenly and she felt well - weird! She passed some of the Drule guards
and they tried to peer under the veil. Tamysan got impatient and tired of the
veil and flung it off, saying, "There! Satisfied? You got your looks.."
This she rattled off in fluent Drule even though she didn't realize it. She
stalked off and the guards shifted on their feet, a certain part of their
antomy suddenly a wee bit uncomfortable in their uniforms. It wasn't often
they saw a woman of their race that was so statuesque and beautiful. Where
did Lotor FIND all these beautiful women?

She encountered Moonie on the couch, staring at a delicate crystal bottle
filled with liquid. Maybe she knew where Hagar was.

"Moonie.." Tamysan said.

Moonie kept staring thoughtfully at the bottle.

"MOONSILK!" Tamysan said loudly.

"Oh - uh huh? Oh, Tamysan - oh SHIT!" Moonsilk jumped up off the couch and
stared at her.

"Is that YOU, Tam?" Moonie said, eyeing Tamysan's azure skin, golden eyes,
and white-blond hair.

"Yes, it's me, Moonsilk.. Hagar's potions strike again.." Tamysan smirked.

"Damn! Talk about makeovers.." Moonie grinned.

"Makeovers. Don't mention makeovers!" Tamysan's golden eyes glittered.

Moonsilk started to laugh. Tamysan put her hands on her hips and said,
"What's so funny?"

"Well ah - you did say you wanted a change.." Then she sobered up. "You
really do look great that way.."

"Thanks, but it's weird - I feel weird..sort of warm.." Tamysan said.

"Uh oh..you're getting those drives.." Moonsilk said.

"Drives! Drives! Hell! Everyone's talking about drives!" Tamysan waved her
arms.

"And temper.." Moonsilk teased.

Tamysan drew herself tall - which wasn't hard and said, "I do not have a
temper. Now tell me where Hagar is."

"And you're sounding more like Lotor!" Moonie giggled. "What happened to
please?"

Tamysan sighed. "I'm sorry. PLEASE tell me where Hagar is?"

"Ah, you can't miss her. She went down the hall with her latest aquisition."
Moonie shuddered. "You better hope she hasn't started up yet."

"Ugh, I don't want to either. Maybe she can do something about this..tho I
don't actually mind, it's just uh - certain people.."

"You mean certain Fish-kings.." Moonie's face became a little hard.

"Yes. I won't hide from anyone. If this is a permanent thing then so be it,
but if it can be reversed then that will work too. I know from Sammie that he
used to have a fetish for Drule girls. She said he chased her around enough.
Ugh. He's already bad enough, the randy old goat. Say, what's that stuff?"
Tamysan gestured at the vial in Moonie's hand.

"This? Oh just a trade Hagar gave me - it's a love potion." Moonsilk smiled.

"Oh Lord, just what we need around here!" Tamysan smiled. "Well I must see
Hagar..I'll see you later.."

"Hah! Probably not. You'll be attacking Gorjon or Lotor soon enough! Drule
sex drives are legendary - even for females - ESPECIALLY for females! Why you
could go through all the guys on the Voltron Force.." Moonie teased and then
added, "Well except for Pidge oh and Lance - he's mine.."

"Enough with the drives already! I can handle them!" Tamysan walked quickly
down the hall.

Zarkon was out of sight, listening to the conversation when Tamysan left.
Seeing her leave, he went to follow her. He wanted to make sure what he saw
wasn't his imagination! Another Drule female and a Scribe too! The best of
BOTH worlds! Good thing he came back from vacation early!

to be continued!..join in gang!

Subj: Re: Love Potion No 9. Haggar's lab

Thought I'd add yet another POV to the story!

TiamaTzero woke up the same way she always did, the same time, same place...
Haggar's lab. She climbed out of the warm, saline filled isolation tank and
found the towels and clothes she left on the adjacent table gone. She
shrugged. "It figures, this place is a madhouse."
TiamaT glanced back, reluctantly, at the isolation tank. A small brass
nameplate, spotted with rust and engraved with Drulian script identified it's
owner; 'TiamaT' clone #0
She turned toward the nearest door, the one that led to the rest of Haggar's
lab, and took a deep breath. "Hope the old hag's busy... I don't need her
insults today." she thought to herself.
She realized she'd have to find some clothes. Not a problem. TiamaT, nude and
dripping saline strode towards the lab's huge double doors. Her hand had
barely touched the cold iron when it swung suddenly towards her. TiamaT
leaped with inhuman speed away from the door, barely avoiding Haggar.
The hideous old woman had another Drule solder. TiamaT smiled as the old
witch dragged the poor man behind her, noting the package Haggar had as well.
The old witch wouldn't be bothering her with any tests today!
TiamaTzero turned back to the open iron doors to Haggar's lab and steped
through them.

[Scribes Tale] Love Potion Number Nine - 2
And we continue...
-----

After Tamy left my room, I blinked at my doorway for several long
moments, wondering what, or who, was going to pop through it next.
Fortunately for me, nothing showed, and I breathed a sigh of relief
before resuming my duties separating my goods and packaging them in
separate bags with thier respective order forms.

Generally, I delivered about half of the orders myself, while the other
half sent man-slaves to retrieve thier orders for them. Needless to say,
however, none would be too happy about the fact that thier grape flavored
Love Me Up Oil was missing from thier orders.

I studied the items on my bed for several long moments, then picked up
several bottles of heat-massage oils. I laid them in a line along the
edge of the bed, then opened the top drawer of my nightstand. I pulled a
long silver ribbon from its confines and a pair of scissors. Carefully,
I proceeded to cut each piece into smaller pieces, then tied them in bows
around the necks of the bottles and dropped each into the bags with the
missing Love Me Up Oil. Then, I took out each receipt one at a time and
penciled in the massage oil as a free gift.

I studied the lines of black bags ranging in size from extra-small to
extra large, then nodded my head firmly, hoping that the free gift would
settle any temper flares that might arise from the missing parts of the
orders.

Abruptly, there was a light rapping on my door, and I turned to find Gina
standing in my doorway.

"Hello, Gina," I said, motioning for her to enter. "I have your order
ready, all except for the grape flavored Love Me Up Oil." I frowned at
the large black bag which contained a special order whip with a glinting
spiked handle and three long lashes of prime leather that bore small
silver balls at thier tips, a scanty black leather cowgirl outfit that
consisted of little more than thin straps that pulled the whole thing
together from throat to ankle leaving the breasts, belly, back, buttocks
and upper thighs all bare and included a free matching Stetson and a pair
of shiny black shit-kickers - steel toed of course.

Gina sashayed into the room with her usual grace, "Did Ram-O stop by?"
She all but purred, her eyes glinting.

I quirked an eyebrow at her, "Actually, yes, but I am really not sure why
he stopped by." I replied in all honesty.

She smiled, the quality very feline, then chuckled softly. "Ah, I see,"
She said. "He is quite a shy boy, that one."

I shrugged. "Well, he asked me about my policies regarding bi
man-slaves." I frowned thoughtfully. "And, to be honest, I really don't
have any policies in regards to man-slaves. After all, Kree is the only
man-slave I have ever owned, and I know that he tomcats around when he's
not with me. Although, I do believe he is straight."

Gina continued to smile, "How much is my bill?" She asked, reaching into
a small money purse that she had brought with her.

I pulled her order slip from the bag and studied it, "It comes to a total
of one twenty-five and thirty-six cents," I replied, handing her the bag
containing her order. "And, I included some free heat-massage oil in your
order because Sex-IS-Us flubbed up the shupment yet again, and failed to
include the grape flavored Love Me Up Oil." I scowled. "I am seriously
considering switching wholesalers."

Gina chuckled and handed me the owed money, then tilted her head to one
side and studied me a moment. "You can expect to see Ram-O again." She
said coyly. "Between you and I, I think he has a crush on you." She
turned away and sashayed her way to the door, then looked back over her
shoulder and waggled her fingers at me. "Ta-ta, Moonie."

I watched her vanish into the hall, the sound of her soft laughter
echoing back into my ears.

Yes, this day was getting weirder and weirder by the moment, I thought
silently. First, Sex-IS-Us flubs my order yet again, Ram-O makes an
oddly surprising visit, Hagar comes in for her order dragging along a
poor innocent soul that she plans on sexually torturing, then Tamy shows
up as a Drule no less, and, now, Gina pops with the coy revelation that
Ram-O may have a crush on me.

Goof greif.

I looked up at the small chronometer on my wall and blinked several times
- it was only eleven am.

This was going to be a long day indeed.

Sighing, I titlted my head upward and glimpsed at the crystalline bottle
of potion Hagar had given me in trade for the items on her list. I
carefully removed it from the shelf and opened it. I brought it to my
nose and inhaled, then made a face.

"Holy cow!" I exclaimed, pulling the liquid away from my face and
frowning at the bottle. "Christ almighty, is *that* the scent that
attracts Drule males?" I shuddered.

Suddenly a loud, booming voice sounded from within the corridor, and I
jumped in response, the tiny bottle shivering in my hand, a bit of its
contents spilling onto my fingers.

I startled at the feel of it, and hastily lidded the bottle, then shook
my fingers in an attempt to rid them of the foul scent of the potion. To
my surprise, however, the liquid quickly absorbed into my skin and a
sensation of warmth filled my entire body. I shivered off the strange
sensation, then clumsily replaced the bottle on the shelf and darted to
my door, peering out to find Gorjon stomping down the hall, an angry
scowl lining his handsome Drulean face.

I blinked at him as he approached my room, then ducked back inside. He
came to an abrupt halt in my doorway and glowered at me.

"Moonsilk, have you seen Tamysan today?" He bellowed, his scowl darkening.

I swallowed and inhaled deeply. "Um, she was here a little bit ago. She
was looking for Hagar," I replied hastily, clasping my hands together
behind my back nervously.
He seemed momentarily contemplative, then nodded, but remained in my
doorway.

"Is there, um, anything else I can do for you, Gorjon?" I asked
tentatively, offering him a wavering smile.

He growled, then abruptly began sniffing the air. "What..." He broke off
and sniffed again, a sudden seductive smile curling his lips upward,
"What is that smell?" His face grew soft and very, very sensual.

I swallowed, my eyes widening. "It's, um, it's, um, nothing." I managed,
taking a few backward steps.

He grinned at me. "Oh really...?" He asked, stepping over the threshold
to my room and advancing on me slowly.

I nodded vehemently. "It's nothing," I said hastily, releasing a nervous
giggle, and backing away from him further.

His seductive smile grew even sexier, and he sniffed the air again. "That
scent..." He trailed off into a throttled groan. "It's driving me crazy."
He continued to approach me. "And, it's coming from you, my sweet little
morsel."

I swallowed again and looked about my room nervously, then, abruptly,
"Gorjon, um, Tamy, um, Tamy, is um, she really wants to see you..." I
trailed off as he came up to me, halting just in front of me, his face
peering down into mine, his eyes reflecting an intense desire that made
my belly flip-flop with anxiety.

"Does she now." He said huskily.

Oh boy, I thought, in a sudden panic. Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy! I
*have* to get out of here, away from Gorjon, or Tamy will never speak to
me again!

Without a thought, I pushed by him and rushed out the door, then raced
down the hall. Within moments, I heard Gorjon's heavy footfalls in
pursuit.

"You know, Moonsilk, Tamysan and I aren't exclusive!" He yelled after me.
"A little romp with another is not entirely improper! I mean, after all,
she has Lotor to keep pleased!"

I shook my head hard as I ran, and did not respond to Gorjon's words.

Okay, Hagar, I thought to myself, frowning deeply. This stuff *does*
work. But, I didn't want it to work now! Not now! It was an accident
for crying out loud!

I groaned audibly, then abruptly became aware of more sets of footfalls
coming from behind. I chanced a glance back over my shoulder and found
that several other uniformed Drules had joined Gorjon in his pursuit. I
let out a tiny yelp of panicked surprise and picked up the pace, a
nervous sweat beading on my brow.

Okay, I said to myself in a calming mental voice. Okay, so you have
several Drule Guards chasing you down the hall. No biggie, you can
handle it, right?

No response came to the calming voice.

Right?!? I repeated to myself.

Wrong! Came the reply after several nervous moments of silence. But,
perhaps Tamy and Samara can help you out a bit - after all, they are the
prized females of the species - not you. Surely, they could be some sort
of a distraction from the scent you are currently emmiting.

I nodded slowly, then, "Tamy!!!" I screamed with all the voice I could
muster. "Samara!!! Tamy and Samara!!! Help me!!!"

----
To be continued...later...feel free to add on, etc., etc...hehehe...
Moonie - GOP
Love Potion No. 9 - tie in
Tamysan finally made it after eluding several amorous guards and a couple of
wandering Drule nobles. She was used to attention but not this much! What was
it? Smell perhaps? She noticed certain things about being a Drule - her sense
of smell was heightened and she could smell individual smells. Drule males
especially - god they were very arousing! Was this part of those drives
Moonie and Sam were hinting about?
Well, she'd take care of this. Hopefully Hagar could change her back to
herself. She knocked on Hagar's door and suprisingly it came open. It was
pitch dark but Tamysan could make out some things in the dark with her cat's
eyes. They seemed to bring in as much light as they could.

She went inside and looked about. This was Hagar's lab part because of all
the tables and boxes and things. On the floor she saw a trail of discarded
clothes on the floor. Uh oh. Hagar might have started up already, but maybe
not. Tamysan went about the large room, encountering some various boxes of
things. Curious, she peered into one box. Hmm..some kind of purple liquid.
She read on the box - "Grape Flavored Love Me Up Oil!" Huh! How did Hagar get
this? She then DID smell some grapes! Oh my! Moonie will be pissed! Tamysan
went towards a door on the opposite wall when she suddenly tripped over
another box! She felt a bite of pain and knew she had cut herself on
something. Tamysan grumbled - I may be Drule but I'm still a klutz!

She sat up and gingerly touched her cut ankle. Not bad, but what did she trip
over? She was able to see the small box. Inside were 12 individual slots for
12 small bottles. There were ten of them in the box. One of them evidently
broke and had cut her ankle. She could smell the scent of it on her leg.
Tamysan drew one out. Hmm..it looked like one of those bottles that Moonsilk
said Hagar gave her. Didn't she say it was some sort of love potion or
something? Oh well. that wasn't her concern now. She still needed to find
Hagar!

Tamysan was juat about to get up when a pair of strong arms encircled her.
She gasped in suprise. Whoever lifted her up was definitely Drule and male.
She could just make out a face - a little - but she could not tell who it
was. Maybe it was Lotor or Gorjon?

"My beauty..you smell simply irrestistible.."

Tamysan screamed bloody murder!

It was Snapperhead!!

Subj: Love Potion No. 9 - mo' tie in! (did I *have* to mention TIE?)
Tamysan wriggled desperately out of Fishface's grip but in doing so she
slipped in the spilled potion on the floor. She landed on her rear end with a
thump and grimaced as she felt some of the stuff seep through her outfit.
Dang, it was brand new too! God know what else was on the floor!
Of course her dress didn't much matter now. Getting away from Zarkon was! She
scooted backwards to get away from him but he snagged her cut ankle.

"Ow! Quit it!" Tamysan exclaimed, trying to jerk her ankle away. That stung!
Zarkon of course ignored her as was his way. He smiled ingratiatingly.

"You're hurt, my dear Tamysan..let me kiss it and make it better.."

Shit! He knew who she was! Oh great! To her utter shock and disgust, he
kissed her cut! She noticed as he did so, he took a deep whiff and growled
low in his throat.

Oh shit! Tamy's eyes had adjusted to the dark quite well by now and she knew
that look! She took her ankle and pushed him backwards with it! He only fell
back a little but he did let go thankfully. Tamysan scrambled up and started
to run - well sort of - for Hagar had boxes everywhere!

Zarkon smiled, "Ah my goddess of love wants to play first? I'm game, but when
I catch you, you'll have to pay the penalty!"

_ Goddess of Love? Ohmygod!_ Tamysan didn't know whether to throw up or laugh!

Basically she wound up being chased around one of Hagar's lab tables for ten
minutes while Zarkon made a lot of outrageous offers.

Finally Zarkon said, "All right my dear. This isn't getting us anywhere.."

"It's not getting you anywhere, Zarkon! Now get out of here!"

She shivered as she heard a moan coming from a door. Was that Hagar having
an orgasm or was it a dying robeast? She couldn't tell..suddenly her wrists
were grabbed and she was hauled over the table (ow! Murder on her breasts!)
and wound up in the Flounder's arms! Ugh! He did have a definite smell - not
unpleasant but you knew it was his. Odd how as a human she could not really
detect it - not this way.

"There now, isn't that much better? Let's take Hagar's example, hmm? She's
enjoying herself.."

"Argh! No way! Get out of here and leave me alone!" Tamysan kicked at his
legs hard.

He only leaned forward closer. "But you're so irrestible! You were so
delectable before, but now - "

Tamysan cringed. This was a lot worse than usual. Was that stuff she tripped
over really love potion? Oh boy oh boy oh boy oboy..Was it her or could she
really smell that stuff more strongly? Zarkon grabbed a fistful of her gown
and brought it up to his nose and sniffed.

"Ahh..gods that smell! You must have it on your skin too. It is driving me
mad..Drule women always did make me crazy.." He started to kiss her neck
wildly not noticing the blows that Tamysan rained on him with her now freed
wrists.

"Dammit, stop it!" she started hitting him with all her strength. He had her
backed up against the table, bending her backwards.

"Never, my little love slave! Now my flower..don't be shy...I know you want
me.. you're so delectable as a Drule, my dear..must I tie you up? Hmm..that
would be fun.."

"Augggh!!!" Tamysan screamed which unfortunately was at the same time Hagar
did in the next room!

And it was at the same time that Moonsilk bust into the room screaming with
Gorjon and a number of Drule men in hot pursuit!

Damn, but it was chaos!

Subj: Love Potion #9 "clone prt 1"
TiamaTzero closed the door to Haggar's lab behind her and looked up and down
the hallway. Empty. After finding some clothes she decided the next thing on
today's agenda was going to be having some fun with her keepers...
Maybe she could pour rubber cement on Zarkon's throne again...
She remembered the first time she saw the throne room; It was shortly after
she had been "born". Actually, grown from a petrie dish, but Haggar refered
to it as being born. She had been Zarkon's idea. The Old Drule king had lost
patience with his son's unhealthy obsession with an Arusian princess named
Allura. After years of humiliating defeat at the hands this woman and her
friends, the old king realized that Princess Allura was too dangerous to keep
alive. He also realized that controlling his wild son would be impossible if
she turned up dead... A catch 22 situation.
It took years for Zarkon to realize that his princess-problems could be
solved quickly and simply; Clone Allura.
"TiamaT" clone #0 was a success... And a failure.
Haggar, who could never leave well enough alone, bred her with inhuman
intelligence, speed and strength. Not exactly a turn-on for Drule males.
That first day, she had been dressed in a pink and white gown, her long
blond hair twisted into a bun, and taken to the throne room to be presented
to Zarkon for approval. When the king called his son, Lotor, she had no idea
what to expect.

"Lotor, my little nincompoop! Look what your loving father has for you today!"

Lotor sneered, expecting to see Haggar's hideous form and maybe her latest
Robeast. Or perhaps some exotic alien weapons. He stopped at the base of the
raised platform his father's throne stood on. The sneer disapeared. There,
standing next to his father's throne, was HER.

Subj: Love Potion #9 "clone prt2"
Date: 5/28/99 1:21:06 PM
From: TiamaTzero@aol.com

"THIS IS AN ABOMINATION!!!" Lotor bellowed.
"But sire," Haggar said, her cracked voice dripping sweetness. "She's just
like Allura, a perfect genetic copy. I only made a few improvements..."
Lotor cut her off. "That's right, she's 'like Allura'! I WANT ALLURA!! Not
some... CLONE!" TiamaT's face burned under the prince's disapproving glare.
Zarkon shook his head in resignation. "Have the guards take her to Lotor's
Harem..."
She hadn't understood what any of the fuss over her was about. Months
passed. Lotor acted as if he found her repulsive, and told Haggar to keep her
in the lab, like a Robeast. But at the same time, while he refused to lay a
finger on the clone, he informed the entire castle of Doom that if anyone so
much as breathed on her he would remove their genitals.
Sometimes, when wandering around the castle TiamaT and Lotor would cross
paths. He would act strangely affectionate, and then remember who she was. Or
wasn't. Sometimes he would visit Haggar's lab for one reason or another, and
just stare at her in silence.
TiamaTzero had no duties as a slave, so she just roamed the castle as she
pleased and amused herself whenever she could. Today, she was going to
re-glue ol' king Zarkon's butt to his chair. After she found some clothes.
As she turned down the cavernous hall that led from Haggar's lab to Zarkon's
throne room an echoing scream stopped her in her tracks... It sounded like it
came from the lab, and it didn't sound like either Haggar or her latest
victim. This sounds more interesting than clothes or glue! TiamaT turned on
her heel and hurried back to the lab to see what the commotion was about.

Subj: [Scribes Tale] Love Potion Number Nine - 3
On and on and on like the energizer bunny on steroids...
-----

I spotted Tamy almost instantly - being accosted by Ol' Fish-Face. I
shuddered, stopping dead in my tracks, my amorous pursuers all but
knocking me over as they came to a halt just behind me.

"Oh, but you smell so delicious!" One of them raved, a hand darting out
to carress my shoulder.

"Doesn't she though...mmm-mmm...I am so excited, I can barely stand it!"
Exclaimed another.

Then Gorjon's voice abruptly split the air, "Tamysan?!" He bellowed
questioningly, storming past me and towards the struggling form of Tamy.

I ignored the lusty words of my new admirers, as well as the feel of
their hands on my flesh, then hastily broke away from them and dashed
after Gorjon. He was obviously going to try something with Zarkon, but I
ran past him before he had a chance and leaped on ol' Snapperhead's back.

"Get off her, you big creep!" I hollered, hooking my arms around his
slimy neck and squeezing with all my might.

He rose up with me on his back, laughing uproariously. "My, my, my, what
do we have here? Come back for more, my sweet Goddess of Perversion?"

I paled, then frowned and squeezed tighter as Gorjon hastily took Tamy by
the arm and guided her away from me and Salmon Breath.

"In your dreams, you overgrown Cod!!" I hollered, squeezing his neck even
tighter still.

He laughed some more and reached over his shoulder, effectively grabbing
onto my left arm and yanking me around so that I was dangling by one arm
in front of him, his face only a few scant millimeters from mine. "I
don't have to dream, my dear. As you well know, I have *already* had a
taste of you." He lowered his head and licked the side of my face.

I cringed and struggled against his hold, lifting my free hand and
swinging it, soundly slapping him right across his pompous mouth.

"Oh, so feisty today!!" He exclaimed with a snarl, "Just like on the
lift...you remember the lift, don't you, my dear?" He abruptly tilted
his head to one side and sniffed the air, then narrowed his eyes and
studied me a moment. "You reek of the same wondrous scent that your
fellow Scribe, Tamysan, does." His lips curled up into a malacious grin,
and my eyes darted to where Tamy stood, Gorjon's imposing form hovering
nearby, confusion lining his handsome face.

The other Guards that had been chasing me down the hall had immediately
halted all attempts on making a claim once they saw ol' Snapperhead, and
now stood fidgeting like caged animals, their golden eyes glinting with
pent up desire, and the outlines of their arousal evident through the
material of their uniform pants.

Just then a resounding moan sounded from the room off to my left, and my
head snapped around. The moan was followed by a tortured male scream,
then Hagar's voice echoed out at everyone.

"That's it, big-boy!" She cried, "Make mama scream - make mama beg for
more!"

Another loud moan sounded, followed by another male scream of utter
horror, and I shuddered. My attention snapped back to Fish-Face however,
as his grip on my arm grew painfully tight.

"Now, my sweet, I shall have you *again*." He said huskily, licking my
forehead as if it were a flavorful lollypop and groaning low in his
throat.

I cringed and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping against hope that some
Doomian lightening would suddenly strike Zarkon dead where he stood.

"Tamysan!" He bellowed abruptly, shoving me away slightly without
releasing his hold on my arm. "Get away from that peon and come to me. I
order it as the King of this Empire."

I opened my eyes and looked at Tamy, who shivered with revulsion and
crinkled her face up into a look of total disgust.

"She is under my protection, King Zarkon." Gorjon spoke up abruptly,
moving in front of Tamy in a protective manner and scowling at ol'
Caviar-for-Brains, "As the Captain of Prince Lotor's Guard, I am sworn to
protect the Scribes."

Zarkon laughed and appraoched Gorjon and Tamy, dragging me along by one
arm, his grip tightening even further and causing me to whimper. "Out of
my way, *peon*." He spat.

Gorjon held firm his position, and a wicked smile formed on ol' Trouty's
face. "Guards!" He bellowed, without looking at the fidgeting men lined
up behind him, "Take Captain Gorjon to the stockades for defying an order
from the King." He growled at Gorjon, a touch of malacious glee in its
tone.

The guards responded immediately, and abruptly seized a kicking and
bellering Gorjon, dragging him from the room, and leaving both Tamy and I
defenseless against King Zarkon's advances.

"Shit." I muttered, looking at Tamy miserably. "Not *again*." I frowned,
as ol' Snapperhead grabbed onto Tamy's right arm with his free hand and
grinned down at her.

"Love the new look, Tamysan." He said coldly. "Ah, what luck is with me
today - not just one lovely Scribe, but a repeat customer as well." He
looked at me again and his lips curled into a snarl. "Once just wasn't
enough was it, my pretty? You had a taste and now you want more." He
paused, and glanced at Tamy, then back at me. "And, I am more than
willing to grant your desire - as well as fufill your lovely friend's
desires."

I looked at Tamy helplessly, and she returned my look of misery ten-fold.
Then, we were being dragged bodily from Hagar's Lab, the old witch's
moans and squeals of delight echoing out after us. I glanced about the
room as we were leaving and noticed a box with the words "Grape Flavored
Love Me Up Oil" imprinted across it in big, bold, black letters.

"Hagar!!" I bellowed, "You old biddy!! I will get you for this!! You
and your love potions!! And, you *stole* my grape flavored Love Me Up
Oil!! You *owe* me big-time, hag!! I hope that guard boinks you into
permanent paralysis, you double crossing bitch!!"

My voice echoed as we entered the Castle corridors, nearly trampling
TiamaT as Zarkon dragged us off towards his bedchambers.

"Tiama!!" Tamysan suddenly yelled, "Go get Lotor!! Hurry!!"

The clone blinked at Tamy confusedly for a moment, then nodded, and
dashed off down the hall.

Fish-Face chuckled loudly, "You think my son will be able to rescue you?"
He paused. "HA! Not a chance, my little divas. You wneches are mine -
permanently. I have seen to it that *no one* will be able to find you
once you are within *my* domain." His laughter echoed down the corridor
as he continued to drag us along, his grip tightening even further on our
arms.
----
Uh-oh....
Hehehe...
Moonie - GOP

Subj: (A Scribe's Tale) Love Potion No 9. - Four
Tamysan did not shiver too much as the cold air of Castle Doom's circulated
air hit her nude body. She stood before Zarkon, the only light in the
bedchamber coming from some decorative lamps in the corners. If she had still
been human, the room would have been quite dim, but again her golden eyes
picked up every nuance of light in the room. Unfortunately she could also see
Zarkon quite clearly and he could see her.

"Your skin is such a delightul shade of azure, my dear.." she ignored his
attempts at compliments.

She worried about both Gorjon and Moonsilk. Moonsilk was in a locked room
nearby. To ensure that she would not escape, Zarkon took all her clothes and
stripped her nude. Then he placed two Drule guards outside her door - after
they got a good whiff of her. Zarkon then gave them instructions NOT to touch
her unless she tried to escape or someone tried to rescue her. Tamysan did
not like the way the guards were looking at Moon - they looked at her like -
well like Floundeface was doing now! Ugh.

And Gorjon in prison! She had to do everything Zarkon said or Gorjon would
suffer! And all he had tried to do was protect her! What had he been doing
chasing Moonie anyway? She shook her head to dispell her thoughts. They
weren't going to do her much good now!

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Zarkon come closer. The thought of
being intimate with him made her slightly ill. It wasn't that his body was
repulsive, it fact it was compact and strong with muscle. His face would not
have been bad either but for the evilness and cruelty stamped upon it. That
was what made him repulsive.

Zarkon walked around her gloating and unfortunately touching her. Tamysan
stood still like a statue.

"You know you want to, my dear. Surely your natural drives have kicked in?"
He ran his hand down her leg and Tamy shuddered.

Drives, again. Ugh. I'd like to revoke Zarkon's license..she thought. Perhaps
the sooner they got this over with, the sooner it'd be over with. But what if
there was a next time? He did say "permanently..Uck. To have to see THAT face
every morning!

Speaking of that face, it was looming closer! Ugh. He's going to kiss me!
Tamysan's eyes went from his face to the floor by her clothing that was piled
on the floor. Hmm..what's that? Her golden eyes picked up a small bottle
sticking to her dress. It looked like one of those sample size bottles of
stuff that was sometimes shipped by companies - a new product perhaps. Maybe
somehow this would help her get out of this and get to Moonsilk?

She ducked quickly to the pile at the same time Zarkon tried to kiss her -
which meant he wound up kissing air! Tamysan quickly filched the bottle from
her dress. A little of it had dripped out and she could smell it - hmm,
blueberry/tropical fruit and it was oil! A sample of Love Me Up Oil! How
would this - ?

Tamy was suddenly knocked back flat on the floor by a now growling Zarkon.

"No more games!"
*********************
Meanwhile, Moon was curled up in a ball trying to ignore the guards who
peeped in the small window of the door at her. She kept hearing their voices
outside and they were arguing whether or not to obey Zarkon in his directive
or not. When they were not arguing, they would try wheedling with her.

"Try to escape, little flower, and we'll give you a reason never to leave.."

"Come on, beautiful. Surely you don't want to be alone.."

Moonsilk shuddered. If she EVER got out of this, she was going to kill Hagar
or at least demand a cash only up front sale from now on! Rare potion indeed!
And she had been the one who had been stealing things from her shipments!
She hoped that that guard gave Hagar a case of the Doomian clap! Moonie would
tell Sarah NOT to treat her!

What was really bothering her was Tamy. Zarkon had did her the dubious favor
of somehow opening a com channel from where they were to this room. Zarkon
said it was to get her hot and bothered for their time together, but Moon
just felt sick! She knew from the sound of things that Snapperhead hadn't
started yet, but it was very soon. When she heard him growl and then heard a
sound like bodies falling to the floor, she shuddered..
*****************
Dammit! Ouch! Zarkon was giving her a hickey! Argh! Again he was under the
spell of that scent from the potion. And to think Moonie had to HEAR all
this! Tamy clutched at the sample bottle of LMU oil in her right hand. It was
way too small to clobber someone with. She closed her eyes in resignation
when he took her hand and said, "What's this??"

He unstopped the lid and sniffed it. "Oil - Love Me Up Oil.." he grinned.
"That's what I want, dear. You'll rub some on me, I'll rub some on you and
then we can clean each other off..you DO know what I mean.."
Zarkon took the oil and started to rub her neck and shoulders with it,
grinning as he inched his way downwards. He knew he had won. Tamysan tensed
in revulsion.

***********

"Euwwwww.." Moonie shuddered as she heard that. At least she had been
unconscious when he - but uck! To have to - euwwww...Uh oh..the guards were
looking in again - and the door was OPENING! Moonsilk tensed.

This didn't look good at all!
***********
Gorjon was in a cell - totally confused and angry as hell. Why had he chased
Moonsil in the first place? It was odd. Moonsilk was attractive, but he
really went more for Tamy. He adored her! It was that smell..it had
completely aroused him and he lost all his reason. It was as if all he wanted
to do was mate. He remembered he had been angry for some reason - ah Tamy's
appearance! He had heard some scuttlebutt that Hagar had turned Tamy into
something, but of course that was wrong. He had been suprised when her saw
her appearance in Hagar's lab. She'd been changed to a Drule like him! He
rather liked her that way but if he had her now, he wouldn't care what she
looked like.
Oh he wanted to kill Zarkon when he saw him mauling her! And now he was
thrown in prison. Gods knew what was happening with Moonsilk and Tamy now.
For all he knew, Zarkon could have killed Lotor and took over everything!
Damn! He felt helpless! They made sure he was securely chained in his cell.
He held his face in his hands. He hadn't felt this helpless since Zarkon had
sent Lotor to conquer his planet long ago. It was just sheer luck that he had
wound up being Lotor's friend instead of his slave...

(anyone else wanna join in? Go ahead!)

Subj: Love potion #9 (clone prt 3)
"Tiama!!" Tamysan suddenly yelled, "Go get Lotor!! Hurry!!"

This WAS more interesting than finding clothes or pulling pranks! TiamaTzero
took one look at the melee; Gorjon, a few low-rank guards, Moonsilk, King
Zarkon and a Drule woman, who looked strangely like Tamysan all shouting and
swearing at one another. And decided that she'd better listen to the Drulian
woman, they needed help.
She paused for a half second, trying to remember where Lotor could possibly
be, then quickly scrambled down the hall.
Whether or not Lotor would even talk to her she didn't know, but she knew
she'd find some clothes when she found him. She was getting cold. And the
guards were leering at her.
_________

Lotor was in his personal quarters, shades drawn, lights out, alone and drunk
on wine.
Tia knew that this was either the best or worst time to bother him. Lotor was
so unpredictable, especially when drunk. She approached him.
He was sprawled out on a velvet apolstered divan, his massive form obscuring
almost everything but the finely carved legs. His eyes were closed and his
pale face relaxed. He looked a living statue carved of blue stone, so
flawless and cold. TiamaT had to admit that though she'd seen few men in her
short life, Lotor was what she'd call handsome. When he was unconscious,
anyway. She found his waking personality to be unpleasant. No wonder the
woman she'd been cloned to replace spurned him.
"Hmmm..." He sighed.
Tia moved to his side, and hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder. It was
hard, warm, like touching a running engine covered in a silk shirt. She could
feel his pulse.
He stirred, and half opened his eyes.
"Allura...? I must be dreaming..." Lotor whispered, his gold, cat-like eyes
glowing in the dim light. He smiled reached for her.
Then recognition flickered across Lotor's face as he became fully awake. The
beautiful smile faded into an unreadable expression.
"What do you want, clone?" His voice low and monotone.
"Some help." TiamaT answered quickly, before his mood changed. "Tamy sent me,
her and moonsilk are having trouble with your father and someone took my
clothes from the lab... And I think Gorjon's been locked up again."
Lotor blinked. "So?"
"So, um... Aren't you going to do something?" This wasn't looking good.
"Why?" Lotor yawned and stretched. "Moonie and Tamy are big girls, they can
handle themselves." Then he frowned, eyeing Tia's nude form. "What's Gorjon
doing in jail?"
TiamaT had no idea. "I can't say. But Tamysan looks like a Drule, and smells
funny. Moonsilk too. Your father said something about.." "Tamysan looks like
WHAT?! " Lotor snapped, cutting her off. He sat up, looking more sober and
awake.

to be continued ;^)

Subj: Off to help!
I had just finished putting on the wowee cowgirl
outfit, boots, and Stetson when Ram-O burst into the
room, panting as if he'd just run a marathon.

"What's WRONG with you?" I demanded irritably,
although both of us knew I was concerned about his
state.

Ram-O ignored my outfit, which displayed my
attributes. "Mistress....something's happened to
Mistress Moonie, I don't know what, but it's bad. I
saw Haggar with a guard and there was some kind of
deal she made and then Moonie was kidnapped and I just
overheard the Tia clone tell Lotor that Mistress Tamy
has been 'napped as well and Zarkon has them and I
don't know what he's going to do with them but I have
an idea..." Angry now, he clenched his fists.

I was out of the cowgirl outfit and into sneakers, an
oversized T-shirt and bike shorts before he finished
speaking. "Haggar and Zarkon, hmmmm?"


He nodded. "And Sammie just told me that Tamy's a
Drule now because of some special face cream she used.
I want to kick that excuse for a king's ass all over
the galaxy for what he did..."

I shook my head as I searched for some, ahem, weapons.
"He's STILL doing it. C'mon. I hope we're not too
late."

He raised his eyebrows. "I don't doubt your skills,
Mistress, but what match are you against that foul
insect?"

I grinned. "You think Sarah and I were wasting time
doing all of that training? And you forget, I was born
knowing how to wield weapons. Put on some clothes and
let's go."

He rushed off to change and to grab some weapons of
his own.

***

We arrived quietly and quickly, but of course had to
take some guards out before we could enter.

***

Trying not to jump Ram-O -- he looks damned good when
he's all hot and sweaty -- I looked around for clues
as to where Tamy and Moonie might be.

There was nothing.

Ram-O narrowed his eyes. "We'll have to separate,
Mistress. We'll meet back here in one hour."

I nodded, then gave him a small communicator, a lot
like the type used in "La Femme Nikita" but even
smaller and with a more powerful range. "We'll talk
via this. But be careful. Their sensors might pick the
signal up."

He nodded, then thought of something. His body did
too. "Uhm, Mistress..."

I grinned and looked him over. "Yes?"

He grinned back. "I know I'm hot and sweaty all over
but would you mind...just once. We haven't...for quite
some time."

I looked around and tried to play innocent. "But
surely you don't mean...."

He grabbed me and pulled me into aconveniently-located, empty room.

I looked ceilingwards. "Please, whichever God is
watching over us out here in this galaxy, PLEASE let
Moonie and Tamy hold on for a few moments more..."

He gasped. "Moonie!" His excitement totally
evaporated. "How could I have forgotten...."

He let me go and ran off, whispering Moonie's name in
anguish.

I unecessarily brushed myself off, then went in the
opposite direction. No biggie. Funtime could be had
later.

Jump in, anyone?
nutbug

Subj: Love Potion #9 (clone prt4)

Once Lotor realized King Zarkon planned on KEEPING, not playing with Tamysan
and Moonsilk, his sleepy disinterest evaporated into a familiar jealous rage.
TiamaTzero had seen this often enough, he acted like this whenever anyone
tried to claim one of his harem girls. He was like that with her all the
time, even though he didn't want her. At least she found the right button to
push.
"Yes, that's what he said. He also mentioned that you don't have a chance in
finding them or something."
Mentioning Zarkon's opinions about his son's ability to do a particular thing
was usually the fastest way to get Lotor to do it.
Lotor was in a rage. "NO ONE TOUCHES MY WOMEN UNLESS I SAY SO!!" He bellowed
to no one in particular.
Snarling like a demon, he stalked around the huge luxury suite looking for
his sword and muttering obscenities. He snatched a silver-white robe that had
been draped over a chair and threw it into TiamaT's face.
"And put this on, the last thing I need is you helping the soldiers to forget
my orders!"
Lotor found his sword, then produced a black key from his pants pocket. He
tossed it to Tia, who was too busy putting the robe on to catch it. It
bounced off her head and clattered to the floor. Lotor was already half out
the door when he told her what it was for. "It's a copy of the dungeon's
Master-key, get Gorjon out of there and bring him to me! I'll handle my
father!"
Love Potion Number Nine - 4
Alrighty then...*cracks her knuckles*...hehehe... (this one is a little
*rusty* sounding, but oh well!!... :) ...)
Please forgive all typos and spelling errors beforehand, my spell check
is on the fritz..*again*...
---------

The sound of the door to my cell slowly creaking open brought me up to my
feet in a flash. Both of the Guards that had been standing beyond, were
smiling at me as they slowly entered the cell, their eyes glittering with
barely restrained desire and thier forms tensed and *hard* from head to
toe - and then some.

I swallowed and bit down on my lower lip, cursing Hagar with every ounce
of magic I had in me, which was none - but it never hurt to try.

The old hag! I thought almost bitterly. I hope she fries herself with one
of the electric toys she supposedly *bought* from me!

"Oh, but you are so pretty." One of the Guards said gruffly, "And you
look so soft..." He trailed off into a throttled groan. "And, you
smell..." He groaned again.

"It's making me crazy." The other Guard spoke up abruptly, his hand
rubbing along his hip in a nervous, agitated manner, and the evidence of
his arousal seeming to pop out at me like a neon sign advertising free
rides at a carnival.

"It's not really me." I said hastily, backing away from them, "You know,
I mean, um, well, it's this stuff, um, Hagar gave me this stuff, and,
well, I accidently spilled some of it on my hand, and, um, well, that's
why you are both so turned on right now. You know?"

They both chuckled, still advancing on me slowly.

"Oh, I am sure it's you, my little pixie." The first Guard said, his form
closing in on mine with meaningful intent.

The second one inhaled deeply and grinned an eager, lopsided grin, "Oh,
yes, it's you..." He trailed off into a heady growl, and I jumped
nervously, then backed up against the wall.

I could hear Tamy struggling with ol' Snapperhead in the other room, but
I knew that she couldn't hear me, and as long as these two guards kept
advancing, I was cornered. I frowned thoughtfully, then shuddered when
the first Guard reached me, his hand grazing my shoulder.

"Don't worry, little pixie, we aren't going to hurt you." He said
quietly, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and tugging me towards him,
his other hand coming to rest on the small of my back and pressing me up
against him, "We just want to play."

His mouth lowered to graze my lips, then slid down over my chin to my
throat, the movement a slow savoring, marked by heavy restraint. I
whimpered helplessly as the second Guard moved behind me. I could feel
his eyes roving my nude form, taking in every inch of flesh with a
burning gaze. And, then, his hands were on me as well, gently kneading
my outer hips and upper thighs with practiced fingers.

I trembled and looked about me for something, anything, that I could use
to get the Guards to back off.

"Mmm...you taste as good as you smell." The first Guard said, his tongue
swirling along the hollow of my throat, and his fingertips pressing into
the flesh of my lower back.

"And, to think, she is a human." The second Guard commented huskily, his
lips suddenly brushing against the back of my thighs as he abruptly
dropped to his knees behind me.

I whimpered again and stiffened where I stood, wishing that I were
unconscious instead of listening to the sound of my terrified heartbeat
as it sent blood loudly rushing by my ears, and the voices of the two
Drulean Guards as they commented about the taste and smell of my skin
while their fingers and mouths roamed freely.

I have to do something! I thought frantically. I have to get these two to
back off before...before...

I abruptly broke the thought off as I felt a mouth descend on my breast,
and yelped then jerked away.

"Now, now, my little pixie." The first Guard said, his tone a low growl,
"Don't make this difficult."

"Actually, you could if you wanted to." The second Guard intoned, his
fingers slipping between my clamped thighs and slowly pressing upward. "I
like it rough - sometimes." He chuckled hoarsely, then growled.

"I...I...thought that Zarkon told you not to touch me unless I tried to
escape." I said, my voice trembling weakly over the words.

The first Guard captured my chin with a curled finger and smiled down at
me devilishly, "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

A scream abruptly sounded over the comm-unit, and my eyes widened.
"Tamy." I whispered, looking at the comm-unit and biting down on my lower
lip.

I have to get out of here! I thought, internally beginning to panic.

The sound of a new door opening brought my attention back to the two
Guards, who had resumed their fondling of me, and a familiar figure
abruptly appeared in the doorway leading to my cell.

"Gahr, Dohrcher, get off of her!"

Both of the Guards stiffened and snapped to attention, shifting to face
the newcomer.

"Commander Lorgin! Sir!" The first one exclaimed dropping down on one
knee and bowing his head, his cerulean face darkening with what looked
like a strange mixture of embarrassement, arousal and anger.

"Get up, Gahr, you sorry excuse for a soldier." Lorgin growled, entering
the cell and kicking the Guard hard in the shin. "Get up and get out." He
eyed the second Guard. "Both of you."

The second Guard, obviously the one named Dohrcher, had not dropped down
on one knee and immediately fled the cell followed shortly thereafter by
the first one, who winced slightly as he rose.

I blinked up at Lorgin, my heart still pounding in my ears and my hands
balling into fists at my sides.

He sniffed the air and circled me slowly, "You smell of Drulean
hormones." He commented, coming to a halt before me. "Female sex
hormones. Quite an intoxicating odor." He quirked an eyebrow at me.

I swallowed. "It was an accident." I clenched my jaw. "Hagar." I bit out
the name through my clenched teeth. "It was a gift from her."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Fortunately for me, I know how to quell the
beast within." He paused and studied me. "Or, perhaps, fortunately for
you."

I swallowed again and nodded, then heard Tamy scream again over the comm.
I jumped and shuddered, then groaned and closed my eyes - squeezing them
shut for several drawn out moments.

When I opened them again, Lorgin was gone, and the door to my cell was
ajar.

I blinked rapidly and rubbed my eyes to make sure that I wasn't seeing
things, then, realizing that Lorgin had indeed left the door open, I
bolted from the cell and over to the door leading to Zarkon's bedchambers.

I stood silently by the door for several long, tense, moments before
carefully turning the knob and opening it a crack.

Immediately, I saw Tamy sprawled out on the floor, ol' Caviar-for-Brains
hovering over her like a demon that even Satan himself wouldn't want in
his neck of the woods. He was licking her face and throat as his hands
roamed her body demandingly. I shuddered and inched the door open slowly.

Tamy's eyes were darting to and fro without really focusing on anything,
as if she were attempting to look at everything except the nasty old King
as he continued to have his way with her. Then, she abruptly caught
sight of me and her eyes widened.

I put a finger to my lips and slipped completely into the room, hurrying
on cat's feet to ensure that I was out of Zarkon's view, should he
suddenly look up - as if that would happen. It was pretty obvious that
he was much too occupied with Tamy to be distracted by anything.

Well, almost anything, I thought to myself, a sudden grin curling my lips
upward.

I could feel Tamy's silent eyes on me as I tip-toed over to the far
corner of the room and hoisted a *huge* statue of King Zarkon himself off
of a giant pedastal. I made a face as the weight of it nearly sent it,
and me, crashing to the floor, then hurriedly balanced myself and started
towards Tamy and Fish-Face.

Tamy's eyes grew exceedingly wide as I closed in on them, and I grinned
at her wickedly, then abruptly carressed the statue as if it were one of
Lotor rather than Zarkon - batting my eyelashes and silently moving my
lips in "oooh" and "ahhh" motions.

Tamy abruptly started to giggle, and Zarkon's head popped up.

"I see that you have decided..." His voice broke off as I slammed the
statue against his noggin, shattering it - and knocking him cold.

He fell limp against Tamy, who abruptly squealed and squirmed, "Ewww, get
him off me, Moon!! Get him off me!!" She shoved at his form with
trembling hands, her face scrunched up into a look of total revulsion.

I shivered and knealt down beside Tamy, then pushed against Zarkon,
grunting with the effort it was taking to roll him off of her. My hands
slipped twice and I made a face.

"Hot holy hell." I grunted. "What in the world is on his skin?"

Tamy shivered. "Love-Me-Up-Oil."

I groaned, "Ewwwwww. He's slimy enough without that shit." I shuddered.

"Just get him off of me, Moon! He weighs a ton...and his skin feels
like...ugh." She shivered again, her face turning slightly green.

With one more hefty push and another grunt, I managed to roll him off of
her, then I took her hand and pulled her up into a seated position.

"Did he...?" I asked softly, blinking at her with a look of revulsion on
my face.
-----
Take it away Tam!
Hehehe...
Moonie - GOP

Subj: Love potion #9 (Doc's charging in!)
"COSSACK! FOLLOW ME NOW!"
Lotor yelled out, appearing in the doorway of one of the rooms. Both Coss
and I had spotted him heading in there, presumably to get good and drunk,
but here he was, yelling fit to wake the dead. Coss immediately hopped off
the couch and headed after Lotor.

"WHAT THE SLAG IS GOING ON?!"
Coss covered his ears and winced at my yell, but still hurried after Prince
Lotor, who was practically running out the main harem door. Both
disappeared before I could say anything more, but a young lady who looked
almost identical to Allura appeared in the doorway Lotor had rushed out of.
I hauled my plump self (Only four months to go!) off the couch and went
over to talk to her.
"Hey! Wait up!"

"I have to go get Gorjon out of the dungeon!"
She called over her shoulder, rushing towards the door. I ran after her,
calling out again.
"Well then bloody wait! I can help, and you do /not/ want to be in the
dungeon alone!"

She slowed enough for me to catch up, and we were charging off to the
dungeons.

"By the way, I'm Doctor Sarah!"

"I'm TiamaTzero!"

Subj: Love Potion No 9 - continued
(This is what's happening while Moon's getting fondled by the guards - it'll
pick up where she left off too)


Gads..It had been bad when Zarkon had rubbed that damned oil on her but when
she had to do the same to him - ugh! Only his threat of torturing Gorjon in
front of her compelled her to do it.

But even putting the love me up oil on him was heaven compared to actually be
foreced to have sex with him. She shuddered as she tried not to be ill. She
had screamed despite her vow that she would feel nothing, say nothing - be
like a statue of stone. Zarkon did not seem to mind that she screamed, it
only encouraged him. She tried to look everywhere but at him, but during he
had forced her to look at his face and it had not been a pretty sight.
Thankfully, he had been so aroused it did not take long, although to her, it
felt like a century had passed. She absolutely hated the feel of his body on
hers - it was awful!

She thought he was through, but unfortunately, the same stamina that Lotor
had, he had, and like a child with a new toy, he wanted to play with her some
more.

"I know what you need, wench. You may pretend all you want, but I know you
enjoy it - all you wenches do.." he smirked.

Tamysan spat back, "And you're a slimy, fish-faced sorry bastard and I hope
it ROTS off!"

He smiled and then bent down and grabbed a handful of her hair. "Don't worry,
dear. It won't - as you can see.." Tamysan averted her eyes. She had seen
enough of his slimy bod to last a lifetime!

"Maybe I've gotten you pregnant, my dear..won't that be something?" he knelt
down and caressed her stomach.

"Ugh! I doubt it! You know damn well the Harem is protected by birth control
shots.." she spat back, trying to shove his hands away.

"Oh? You were as a HUMAN, dear..but you are a Drule now, thanks to Hagar's
magic. I know how thorough her magic is. Your body just isn't quite the same
hormonally, now is it?"

Tamysan paled. Oh shit! Please, please, PLEASE don't let me be pregnant!

Zarkon chuckled. "Don't worry, my dear. If you are, I'll be a very proud
papa..mmm..gods that smell! Even through that oil, I can smell
it..delicious.." he licked her earlobe. Ugh.

"And you smell like a slimy three-day old fish!" Tamysan said, trying to
discourage him. Please, not again!

He ignored her and was all over her again. This time she let her eyes go
about the room in despair. A single tear escaped. Why even if Lotor somehow
got them out, he would want her anymore - not after this. Gorjon wouldn't
want her either. She was through in the Harem, now. She might as well stay
with the slimeball. She shuddered at the thought of that.

Then a miracle happened and Moonsilk came in! Tamy watched her carefully,
hoping that Zarkon would stay distracted. When she finally crowned him with
his own statue, she was so grateful! - except for the fact of his slimy body
on hers.

Then there was the enevietable question - "Did he?"

Tamysan nodded. "Yes, he did. He was going for seconds.."

"Oh Tamy! If only I got here in time!" Moonie looked sickened.

"Please I just want to get out of here before he comes to - " She glanced at
the two of them. "We need clothes..we can't wander about like this..bad
enough we smell so.."

Moon nodded. "It's a Drulean female sex hormone that drives them crazy..but
yes we need some clothes..it's so dim in here!"

"Oh, that's what it is? No wonder. Zarkon could hardly contain himself. He
didn't." she scowled. Moonsilk thought she was taking it much too calmly.

Tamysan got up and rifiled through Zarkon's closets. She tossed Moonsilk a
long robe - it was one of the ones that Zarkon often wore with his royal
attire.

"Damn, he must have fifty of the same outfits here!" Tamysan said, grabbing
herself one. On the two women, the robes swamped their figures, but at least
they weren't naked anymore.

They heard a moan from Zarkon.

"Dammit..and that statue was heavy too.." Moonie grumbled.

"Tamysan.." Zarkon mumbled.

"Oh shit. Let's get out of here.." Tamysan said. They beat a hasty retreat to
the door. Zarkon unfortunately had opened his eyes, and as they bolted out
the door, they heard him bellow in rage.

"Tamysan! GET BACK HERE!! That's an order, wench!"

Tamysan screeched in terror and they started to run down the halls in a
panic. A moment later, Zarkon was in pursuit, a robe upon him. Oh he was
angry! He sent the guards out after them to search other areas of the castle,
while he went down the hall where he heard the running steps...

Subj: Ram-O and Zarky...oh dear
"HEY! Watch where you're going!" Ram-O snapped to a
guard that had gotten in his way.

The guard stepped aside, then noticed the
not-totally-covered Harem Brand on Ram-O's left
bulging bicep under his sleeve and grabbed him.

"You're from THAT Harem. What do you want here? Go
HOME, slave."

Ram-O briefly wondered how this guard would be in
bed-old habit-then sneered. "I have official business
here, peon. Release me."

The guard involuntarily did, struck by the tone of his
voice. He recovered quickly. "You sound JUST like that
Paddle bitch. You must be one of HERS. How many does
she have now? Thirty? A hundred? A MILLION?"

Ram-O shook his head slowly. That one wasn't worth
answering. And he had to find Moonie and Tamy as
quickly as possible. "Never you mid that, guard, just
let me pass."

The guard got in his way again. "What if I DON'T?"

A sudden scream interrupted this stand-off.

It took all of Ram-O's strength not to scream Moonie's
name. He wasn't sure that was her, but just the
same...

He kneed the guard in the crotch - "Sorry but you left
me with no choice" - and took off.

***

Moonie and Tamy did their best to keep quiet when they
heard someone banging on the walls and bars of nearby
rooms and cells.

"Who IS that?" Tamy whispered.

Moonie shook her head. She wasn't sure, but a gut
instinct told her that it was someone they knew.

***

"Moonie," Ram-O whispered as he banged away. "Moonie,
where ARE you? ANSWER me...."

***

Zarkon's head ached a little, as if he'd bumped it
with a two-by-four.

He cocked his head as he heard Ram-O's voice.

"Is that THE bi-slave, the one that'll have anyone
anytime anywhere? SOUNDS like him...if I catch him I
can have a little fun."

***

Ram-O shook his head with the anguish that he felt. He
HAD to find them, he HAD to.

***

Zarkon poked his head out of the room he was in.

And saw Ram-O.

Ram-O sensed eyes on him and turned.

His jaw dropped when he saw Zarkon, and that he was
naked. NOT a pretty sight.

Zarkon beckoned him over.

Ram-O narrowed his eyes. "WHAT do you want?"

Zarkon grinned his evil dirty grin. "YOU. Or do you
want to see your beloved get hurt? I have already
sampled of Tamy..."

Ram-O winced as his heart ached. He didn't believe
him, but he couldn't take the chance.

Zarkon's grin deepened. "I see you see things MY way.
Come over here, slave, I wish to test your sexuality
quotient." He laughed at this stupid joke.

Ram-O hesitated, then walked Zarkon's way, knowing he
would do all he could to save Moonie and Tamy without
actually giving in to da bum.

The person that had screamed did it again. Ram-O
winced. That WAS Moonie! But where WAS she, dammit!

My poor slaveikins!
Anyone want to take this one away?
Gomen nasai! Dewa mata!

tiredsleepynutbug

Subj: Re: Love Potion No 9 - continued
The feeling of foreboding was running through Sammie-Ma as she ran
through the passage way. To an all to familiar room. The "King's Chamber"
Over the years Samara had seen Zarcon go though so many women. Use
and abuse. From Haggar to her own personal horror stories. The times he
forced his harem with visiting dignitaries. The near misses she shared with
Lotor over the years. The companionship she shared with Haggar and the rest
of Zarcons Harem. Now another may suffer the same fate....
" Tammy I pray your new Drule sensitivities can hear me."
"You are a Telepath..."
"I am coming as fast as I can....
"What! Thank the Gods she is free and running in this very passage
way." Samara could hear the growling of the warrior caste Drule males in
heat. The wall of the prison was in a few feet. The sound of Gorjon growling
like a caged beast even frighten Samara.
Pass it on.

Subj: Love Potion No 9 - cont (long-ass post warning)
Gorjon, thanks to TiamaT was free from his cell. He hadn't felt sorry for
himself for too long and had been ready to kill to get out of his cell. He
needed to get to Tamysan and just crush her in his arms and never let go.
Whatever happened to her, he would not hold it against her. He hoped Lotor
wouldn't either.

"Come on.." he said to TiamaT. We need to go to Zarkon's side of the castle.

Tiama agreed. She rather hoped Gills-for-brains would get his this time...

*****
Moonsilk and Tamy meanwhile, were running. Oh not from Zarkon, but from
various Drule guards who caught their scent despite their efforts to keep
hidden.

"Doesn't this stuff WASH off? " Tamy asked as she ran beside Moonsilk.

One of the guards who was close enough to overhear said, "I would be very
glad to bathe with you, beautiful one.."

"Augh! I'm killing Hagar!" Tamysan said.

"*I'M* going to kill her first!" Moonie panted.

"We'll kill somebody, but we have to find our way OUT of here! This section
is a maze!"

"It's old I think - like the fish.." Moonie kept looking for some way to
shake their persuers.

"He's not that old, Moonie.." Tamysan grimaced. "He can still - " then she
clamped her mouth shut. Moonie knew just how she felt.

They were going in circles, but they didn't realize that. They were only
trying to get out and get rid of the amorous and ever growing "pack" of men
after them.

Suddenly from out of nowhere, Hagar came out of a door, thankfully dressed
and walked between the running men and Moonsilk and Tamysan! The old witch,
throughly sated with sex was not the most aware person in the world at the
moment, and so she didn't realize what had happened until the pile of Drule
males smacked her down and they all fell in a tangle!

"AAAARGGGGHHHHH!!" Hagar yelled as she went down with the pack. Moonsilk and
Tamysan kept running, grateful but they didn't look back. Panting and nearly
tripping over the long robes they wore, they were tiring.

"We - need to - rest!" Moonsilk said.

"Yes.." Tamysan said, her legs shaking. Her bout with Zarkon was showing it's
effects. Her body was achy and tired. Until they could find their way out
without alerting any more amorous guards, they needed to hide..

******

Meanwhile Ram-O was slowly walking towards Zarkon, disgust on his face. He
never really knew the pinch or the harshness of slavery - not under Gina, but
Zarkon was another matter. Ram-O could feel the evil radiating from the man.
He hoped the hell he was lying about Tamy and he hoped that they were out of
here. This place was a maze of rooms and hallways.

"Come on, slave..let me see just how good you are.." Zarkon's eyes surveyed
Ram-O. "I am not your lax little whip-mistress.."

Bastard..Ram-O thought.

*****

Moon and Tamy had slowed to a walk now, trying to find an exit out of this
maze they seemed to be in. Every door and every hall looked the same. Where
the heck was the right hall that lead them back to Lotor's half? Suddenly
Moonie was grabbed by the waist from behind. She screeched. It was one of the
guards who had been fondling her in her cell earlier!

"Ah, little pixie..it's fate we meet again.." Her captor laughed as he swung
her around.

Tamysan, who barely had a chance to react, was also grabbed from behind by
the other guard who said, "Ah, the old man could last long with you, eh? I
will please you very well, my Drule beauty."

"Put us down!" Tamysan sputtered. "It's stupid hormones, you moron!"

"They won't listen!" Moonsilk was kicking away at her captor. Her thought
was, ImkillingHagar..ImkillingHagar..

The two guards started carrying them off to separate rooms. Moonie in
desperation called various names as she was carried to one room. Tamysan
cursed and hit at her captor who carried her to another. Unfortunatly, for
Tamy's captor, he walked into a room where the door was ajar, and Zarkon was
just about to defile Ram-O. Zarkon looked up, ready to yell at being
disturbed when he smirked.

"Ah, brought her back did you?" he moved away from Ram-O.

The guard not expecting anyone in the room, nearly dropped Tamysan and
stammered, "Uh..oh..yes.er sire.."

Tamysan frantically whispered to the guard, "Please turn around and run! I'll
do anything - just don't let him near me!"

But the guard valued his life more than any momentary sexual pleasure and he
carried Tamy over to Zarkon and set her down in front of him.

Ram-O bravely said, "Leave her alone, Zarkon. You said you wanted to see what
I got.."

"I'll get to you soon enough." Zarkon noted with gratification that Tamy was
shaking slightly.

"What's wrong, my pretty?" He touched her face with his hand - a parody of
gentleness.

Tamysan was determined not to cry. Oh, and Moonie! Did she get away from her
guard? If only they were back in Lotor's Harem safe and sound!
Tamysan could still smell that scent of blueberries and fruit on Zarkon. She
stiffed the urge to giggle - fish salad! she hysterically thought. She
started to giggle. Zarkon was actually encouraged!

"I see you're sorry for leaving me, my dear. " he smiled.

Fruity fish! Tamy hysterically giggled again Oh god, it's either this or
cry!

Zarkon barked at the guard. "Take this slave out - but hold him for later."

"No!" Ram-O said. He was worried over Moonsilk, but he couldn't leave Tamy
alone!

"TAKE him out, now!" Zarkon growled.

The guard complied, dragging Ram-O out of the room and shutting the door..

*****

Meanwhile Moonie was again tussling with her Drule admirer. She screamed as
he carelessly ripped at the gown she wore. Damn, maybe she should change her
name! Oh, and Tamy - what was happening? In her struggles she heard footsteps
and some kind of scuffling outside but this didn't deter her attacker...she
glanced at a clock nearby. It was ONLY after 12 noon? Egad!

**********

Samara made it though the passages into Zarkon's part of the castle. She knew
these paths well. Gods, this part of the castle hadn't changed much at all.
It was as gloomy and dark as it's ruler. The feeling of foreboding still hung
upon her, and she sensed that somehow Moonsilk and Tamy had been split up
somehow!

Samara tried to "search' for Tamy's thoughts but she could quite trace them
as if they were in chaos and disarray. She heard a scream - Moonsilk! She
started to run towards the sound...

*****

Tamysan was still giggling - even as she backed away from Zarkon. Oh, he
smelled like a fish fruit salad special! She was also aware that the smell
of the hormones was still upon her, swirling about strongly now. Perhaps it
was her natural hormones now within her taking affect too.

"I really should punish you.." Zarkon grinned, touching her hair. "Instead I
will punish Gorjon. He will fight my roebeast at the next tourney.."

This shocked her out of her giggling. "No! Please don't! I beg of you.."

"Beg? I like that word - especially from you, dear. Beg some more.."

She swallowed convulsively..

******

Ram-O and the guard were fighting. They were both taking their aggression out
upon each other and both were swinging. They kept bouncing each other off the
walls, slamming into locked doors and the like. Both men were bruised up
pretty badly, but both were determined. Without warning, the guard had lunged
at Ram-O, who ducked out of the way. Unfortunately, he was up against a
non-descript door, which came open (many of the locks were faulty in this
area of the castle) The two men stumbled backwards into the very room where
the other guard was busily trying to take Moonsilk's clothes off! They saw
each other.

"Ram-O!"

"Moonsilk - OW! Sonofa - "

"Ram-O!"

"Mmm..my little pixie..ignore them.." her captor said.

Samara at that point came running in and skidded to a stop. Her gold eyes
surveyed the sitiuation quickly. She was small but her dancing skills would
come in handy here.

"Yoohoo!" she said in Drule to the guard fighting Ram-O. He was momentarily
distracted by the appearance of a tiny Drule female. Samara smiled and then
she whirled and kicked him in the face, flinging him back into the wall,
where he landed with a thud unconscious. Ram-O gave her a quick look of
thanks then launched into Moonie's would be lover. Ram-O in a rage, made
short work of him, beating the hell out of him.

Moonsilk sat up dazed and Ram-O came to her and tenderly held her. Samara
thought, he has feelings for her and I think she does for him as well..

Moonsilk said, "Where's Tamy? That's the guard she was - "

"Shit!" Ram-O bolted up.

"Where, Ram-O? I cannot read where she is.." Samara said.

"Zarkon. That idiot walked in and brought her back to Zarkon then he ordered
him to drag me out for later. That's why I was fighting him."

Samara made a quick decision. "Ram-O. Stay with Moonsilk. Take her back if
you can. She smells of that hormone and she'll be game for any full blood
Drule male. I will get Tamysan from Zarkon."

"No! You can't go alone.!" Ram-O protested.

"I know how Zarkon is. It's not like I haven't had to deal with him before. I
know the passages here. I will stand a better chance, and besides Moonsilk
needs you.."

Ram-O looked very unhappy, but he was confident in what Samara said. He
wrapped his arms around a worried Moonsilk and said, "If you need my help,
you will come back okay?"

"Yes." Samara said, as she went out the door in search of Tamy.

******

"I will do anything. Don't hurt Gorjon - or Lotor - or - or anyone please.."
Tears were coming from Tamysan's eyes. She had stopped backing away from
Zarkon, and her stance was an unconscious one of a warrior class woman,
though at the moment she did not notice or care. She was frightened to death
at the moment but she loved Gorjon and Lotor very much as well as the rest of
the Harem. She would give any sacrifice if they could be safe.

"Really? Anything? Hmmm.." he pretended to ponder. "I will take you up on
that - but not here.."

He had a feeling that somehow others would be trying to find her. It already
pissed him off that Moonsilk was gone. Somehow, somehow those blasted Scribes
had an unshakable bond that was unusual in a harem. None of them he ever knew
that that closeness nor ability to love and share the same man. Bah! Fools!
All of them. His son included. He should have had more children - well
legitimate ones anyway. Ones that wouldn't disappoint him and fall for
insipid princesses. Perhaps he got this one pregnant. Wouldn't that be
interesting? No half-breed influences - pure Drule blood. Hmm, it was
something to think about, but not now..gods that smell was still tickling his
senses. He needed to take her elsewhere - probably to his other chambers. He
had more than one.

"Come my dear. You will prove it to me shortly.." he smiled took her by the
waist and opened a panel.

Tamy said, "If I go - if I do everything you desire, will you spare them?
Will you leave them alone?"

"Of course, my dear..of course.."

********
A moment later, Samara arrived, sensing Tamy and Zarkon's presence strongly.
They were gone! Wait..there were passages everywhere in the castle. Surely
there was one here. It was only a matter of finding it...
Love Potion #9
TiamaTzero had to admit, this was a lively adventure indeed! On her way to
free Gorjon she picked up a new companion, a pregnant woman who identified
herself as 'Doctor Sarah'. Once Gorjon was loose it was off to King Zarkon's
chambers.
She was almost as out of breath as Sarah by the time they reached their
destination.
There was a lovely, petite Drule woman standing in the room alone, she had a
look of absolute concentration on her exotic face. She was looking for
something. Tia had seen this one before, she was a dancer named Samara.
Samara looked up, unsurprised to see them. "They're gone." She said to
Gorjan. The look on his face made his devastation clear to the whole room.
"FATHER!!!"
Tia knew that bellow anywhere. Lotor's muscular form filled the doorway.
Cossack's silhouette hovered close behind.
Not even a second later two more voices, Moonsilk and an unfamiliar sounding
male echoed form the hall. "What's happening? Where's Tamy!?" "Cossack!
Who's in there?"
"Tamysan and the King are gone, possibly a hidden pan..." Samara dropped off
in mid-sentence. Cossack's shadow disappeared from behind Lotor, and was
replaced by a smaller, more hunched form.
"Get out of the doorway, boy. Yer blocking my path! What's going on in there?
Another unscheduled Orgy? Can I join in?" Haggar croaked at Lotor.
He looked over his shoulder at her without moving and hissed through clenched
teeth. "Of course not you old bitch! My father has forgotten that I don't
like him 'borrowing' MY property again!"
Haggar yawned from the hall. "Oh. BigFatHairyDeal." Her shadow turned to
leave, but then stopped. She called into the room. "TiamaT my dear, I need
you back in my lab for more tests."
Tia groaned and left with Haggar.
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~This will be by last contribution 4 a few dayz, I'm starting a new job on
Tuesday. I'm...(NO laughing please) an Accountant. Know what the crazy part
is? I,m also a part-time Artist! Talk about bipolar careers!

~:^o
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"If you can't convince 'em, confuse 'em." ~Harry S. Truman

Subj: A quick interludy: Gina "hears" things
Ram-O hadn't checked in with me either at our meeting
place or via comlink. Something was wrong. I could
FEEL it.

I let my instincts guide me around the maze of rooms
and hallways, not looking for any one Harem person in
particular but hoping I saw at least one of them. And
oh God, I hoped I could find Tamy and Moonie alive.

< Tamy I'm coming....I'm on the way >
< Okay...I'll hold out as long as I can...HURRY! >

"WHAT?" I froze and tried to "hear" more, but nothing
came. But wait, what was THIS?

< My little pixie, I'll have you again >
< Oh RAM-O!...Just hold me >
< I just want to hold her to me forever and ever and
NEVER let her go, how COULD I have let this HAPPEN! >

"Zarkon!..Moonie?...Gorjon?"

I cocked my head to one side. If I could just get a
mental fix on their locations...any of them...

< Gina is that YOU? >

"Sammie-ma?"

< YES! Thank GOODNESS! You are psychic as well? >

I nodded. < We ALL are, it's just that in some people
it's more developed, but yes, I get it from my
mother...am I blabbering? I'm SO sorry, it's just that
I'm so damned glad to hear one of you. >

< (laughter) It's all right. (serious now) Zarkon took
Tamy to a secret passageway. I can only get a
bare.."fix" on her thoughts. Can you help me? >

I nodded grimly. < I will most certainly try. Let's do
it. >

I bent my head and closed my eyes so I could
concentrate. I felt her do the same.

< HELP ME HELP ME OH GOD I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER
I CAN KEEP HIM OFF >

I raised my head. < Did you get that? >

< Yes, I did. And I think I know exactly where she is.
>

I nodded again. < Let's go, then. >

And away we go!
nutbug

Subj: [Scribes Tale] Love Potion Number Nine

This is REALLY long and gets a bit graphic - you know me though...tame is
not my style. So, as a warning to all - THIS PART OF THE TALE IS RATED
WEBMA (and then some)...
Alrighty then, here we go!
--------------

I sat in quiet consternation as Ram-O kept a tight grip on me. My heart
was still pounding in my ears, and a frown lined my brow.

"We have to go after Tamy." I said quietly.

I could feel Ram-O shake his head, his grip on me tightening further.
"No. I was told to take you back to Lotor's side of the Castle if I
could, or stay put at the very least."

I blinked and squirmed away from him a little, then looked up at him. "We
can't just sit around idly and let Zarkon have his way with Tamy." I said
calmly.

He peered back at me, a strange expression on his face, and a foreign
glint in his eyes.

"Ram-O, are you okay?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

He blinked rapidly and nodded slowly. "Mmm...yes, I'm fine."

"I know you don't want to just sit around while ol' Snapperhead has his
way with Tamy." I wiggled free of his hold and rose from the bed, my
tattered robe dropping from my body to pool on the floor at my feet. "Oh,
for Christ's sake," I muttered grouchily. "Can't I keep my damn clothes
on for five freaking minutes!" I growled and started to pilfer through
the room for anything that I could use to cover myself with.

Ram-O came up behind me and wrapped a wine colored sheet around my
shoulders. "Mistress Moonsilk, you really shouldn't..."

"Ram-O." I said his name tightly, cutting him off and snatching the
sheet, then struggling with it. "I refuse to leave here without Tamy." I
tied the sheet around my form in various spots until it covered me like a
semi-quasi make-shift toga. "Now, this sheet woman is going out to find
Tamy, are you going to join me, or not?" I put my hands on my hips and
looked up at him defiantly.

He frowned. "I could just put you over my shoulder and carry you back to
Lotor's side of the Castle."

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't even *think* about it," I hissed, thrusting my
chin up in the air haughtily, then turning on my heel and striding over
to the doorway.

As I peered out into the hall, I noticed that there were no Guards about,
and everything was silent for the most part. I could feel Ram-O's eyes
on me, and I glanced over my shoulder at him before slipping out of the
room.

I had only walked a few steps when I heard voices:

"FATHER!!!"

"What's happening? Where's Tamy!?"

"Cossack! Who's in there?"

"Tamysan and the King are gone, possibly a hidden pan..."

"Get out of the doorway, boy. Yer blocking my path! What's going on in
there? Another unscheduled Orgy? Can I join in?"

"Of course not you old bitch! My father has forgotten that I don't like
him 'borrowing' MY property again!"

I picked up my pace as the familiar voices of Lotor, Cossack, Sarah,
Samara, and Hagar fell on my ears, then abruptly bellowed, "Hagar, you
old *crone*! You have been *stealing* from me!" I ran towards the room
that they were all clustered in, then burst through the doorway and
started for the hag. "*You* have pulled your last stunt, witch!" I leaped
on her, my hands coming around her throat and squeezing as we both
tumbled to the floor, me on top, and her wriggling below me like a worm
on a hook. "This is for Tamy and me both, you conniving little tramp!" I
squeezed her neck harder, surprised that I hadn't felt the crack of aged
bone against my fingers yet. "Come on!" I bellowed, scrunching my face up
into a dark scowl, "Die you worthless old bitch! Die and take your God
damn love potions and thieving little hands with you!"

"Moonsilk!"

The voice broke through my thoughts like a lightning bolt shattering
glass and I shuddered, but didn't release my hold around Hagar's throat.
Then, there were a set of huge hands clasping me about the waist, pulling
me from Hagar. I fought them for a moment, then reluctantly released the
old bag's throat, a look of total bloodlust glinting in my eyes.

Hagar coughed and sat up, her lips curling down into a grotesque frown,
"You had better keep your ladies in line, my Prince." She spat hoarsely.
"You wouldn't want any bad luck to befall them."

I squirmed in my captors hands, not even bothering to look over my
shoulder to see who exactly had picked me up, then released several lines
of expletives in rapid-fire succession that would have shocked the pants
off of King Zarkon himself. The words just spewed forth from my mouth
like a well versed children's rhyme, and much like the energizer bunny, I
kept going and going and going until I had run out of breath, and even
then, a couple more lines spewed forth as if an afterthought.

A dead silence had filled the room during my little tantrum, and all eyes
were blinking at me as if I had just reavealed the secret of conquering
the universe.

"What are you looking at?!?" I bellowed at them, frowning deeply, my
dangling feet swinging in cadence with the movement of my arms as they
crossed themselves over my chest.

There was a long moment of silence, during which time the events of the
last few minutes replayed themselves in my mind. My eyes widened and my
jaw dropped slightly, then I sputtered, "Well...well...Hagar...she's
been...stealing..."

"Enough!!" Lotor's voice split the air like a battle-axe and it became
instantly obvious to me that he was the one holding me suspended in
mid-air, as his voice nearly split my eardrums from directly behind,
"Enough." He reiterated, softer this time. "Tamy is somewhere in this
Castle with my Father, and the more time we waste bickering, the more
likely he will..." He broke off abruptly, his grip around my waist
tightening and causing me to wince. "We must find her - now."

Hagar snorted and motioned to TiamaT, "Let us be gone now, my dear." She
said in a snooty old crackling voice that made my lip twitch.

"Yeah, get out of here you old bag! And, I hope you *fry* yourself with
one of the electric toys you *stole* from me! I hope you drown in
Love-Me-Up-Oil, you manipulative old whore!"

Lotor dropped me to the floor then, a sudden release of his hold on me
that sent me sprawling. I grunted, then got to my feet, my face crimson
with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, and my jaw clenching and
unclenching spasmadically.
"Moonsilk." Lotor said, grabbing onto the sheet that I was using as
clothing, and pulling me to him with a swift, hard tug. "I said, enough,"
He growled, his breath brushing over my face. "Tamy is the reason we are
all here, not your petty little war with Hagar. I suggest you keep that
in mind." He shoved me away from him, and I stumbled backward, catching
my bare foot on something sharp before a pair of hands reached out to
stop my backward movement.

I looked up and over my shoulder to find Ram-O standing behind me. I
frowned and averted my eyes, feeling miserable down to my very toes for
having been so selfish in regards to the whole situation. I still wanted
Hagar dead, but I knew that there was a time and a place for everything,
and this was not the right time or place to try and bag the old witch.

At that moment, Gina came bursting into the room, her movements as feline
and graceful as ever. A frown highlighted her face, and she immediately
made her way over to Samara.

"We know where Tamy is." Gina said motioning to Samara and herself with a
fluid movement of her hand.

Samara immediately made her way over to a panel along the wall and
hastily pressed it inward. A pop sounded and the panel opened to reveal
a dark, musty passageway. Samara entered it hastily, then turned to the
rest of us and motioned for us to follow her lead.

Lotor turned to me and frowned, "You will stay here, wench." He spat
coldly. "Your temper is not welcome on this sojourn, and neither is your
help." He looked at Ram-O. "You, man-slave, shall come with us, however.
We may have need of you." He turned away from us and entered the
passageway, vanishing into the darkness.

I winced internally and stepped away from Ram-O, my gaze averted. I
could feel his eyes on me for a moment, but I refused to look at him - I
refused to look at anyone as they all entered the secret hall. Then, his
shadow pulled across the floor and he too vanished into the passageway,
pulling the panel closed behind him.

I exhaled a pent up breath and frowned.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my sweet little pixie yet again!" A
familiar voice said from the entrance to the room, "And, she looks so
forlorn!" A long shadow spread across the floor as the Guard entered the
room. "But, don't you worry, my sweet little pixie, I'll be more than
happy to put a smile on that pouting face."

I lifted my head and looked up at him sourly. "Why don't you go take a
cold shower? For crying out loud, this is getting to be absolutely
ridiculous! What, are you following me or something, you horny jerk?"

He smiled at me maliciously, "Why, of course, my sweet little pixie."

Another tall Drulean Guard abruptly entered the room, "Hello Gahr." The
newcomer said, "Care to share the spoils?" He eyed my sheet clad form
lustily.

Gahr chuckled merrily, "Help yourself. There's more than enough to go
around." He leered at me. "That exquisite scent." He shook his head and
grinned crookedly. "On a human female, even. Come here, my sweet little
pixie."

Oh, bloody hell. I thought, rolling my eyes. Not him again!

I broke the thought off as the Guard named Gahr abruptly captured me
about the waist, then flipped me around, taking both of my wrists in one
of his hands and clamping them down tightly against the small of my back,
and roughly shoved me towards the bed. He proceeded to bend me over the
foot of it, then tangle the fingers of his free hand in my short hair,
before I even had a chance to fight him off.

"Now, my sweet little pixie." He hissed, yanking my head back painfully,
"I will have you this time - no more playing around." He rubbed up
against my rear and groaned low in his throat, his mouth coming down on
my bare shoulder and biting down - hard.

I whipmered as a trickle of blood slipped down my arm, and he chuckled in
response, his teeth clamping down even harder, and the hand on my head
gripping my hair even tighter.

Then, he released his hold on my hair, and I could feel him fumbling with
his pants, followed by the sound of his zipper releasing, his breath
coming in grunting pants as he suckled on the wound he had created on my
shoulder. Abruptly, I felt the chill of cool air following the movement
of the sheet as he shoved it roughly up over my hips, exposing me to him
entirely.

The second Guard crawled up onto the bed in front of me, his glinting
golden eyes peering at me with evident arousal. He ran a finger along my
cheek gently, then suddenly lowered his face to mine and took my mouth
with his in a hard, cold, lusty kiss.

I groaned, then winced as his sharp teeth bit into my lower lip, drawing
blood, just as the other was doing to my shoulder, and proceeding to
suckle it as if he were a nursing baby. His hands sought out my breasts
and began to fondle them with rough, urgent movements of his fingers and
hands.

Then, I was being entered from behind. My eyes popped wide and I felt a
shudder of revulsion race up my spine.

"Ah, you feel so good, my sweet little pixie." The Guard named Gahr
grunted out, releasing his hold on my shoulder, "As good as you smell."
He groaned into my ear, and clamped down on my neck, again splitting the
skin with his teeth and suckling the blood that seeped from the fresh
wound.

Bastard! I thought angrily. God damn bastards! Both of them! Horny
shitheads!

I wanted to cry, but I refused. I knew it would be over with soon
enough, and there was no sense in crying over something that was already
beyond my control. I just hoped that Tamy was faring better than I was.

I just hoped that Zarkon wasn't getting to her again...I knew as well as
she did that once was bad enough...

I shuddered and the second Guard removed his mouth and hands from me
then, went for the crotch of his pants.

My lip twitched with revulsion, "Unless you want to take that thing home
in a doggie bag, I suggest you don't aim it at my mouth." I spat, eyeing
him disgustedly.

I felt the first Guard tense behind me, and knew immediately that he had
reached climax. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned pitifully, the idea
of him releasing inside of me making my stomach churn miserably.

When I opened my eyes, the second Guard was grinning down at me. "My ups,
little girl." He said smugly, slipping down off the bed and moving behind
me.
Just then, a sound eruppted from behind the panel the others had vanished
behind, and the two Guards hastily directed their attention to it.

They muttered several muted curses and then seemed to debate on whether
or not to continue with their fun or hit the high road. The panel
abruptly creaked as if opening and the two Guards immediately made their
decision by releasing their hold on me and fleeing out the main door, the
sounds of zippers zipping echoing out behind them.

I groaned miserably and shoved the sheet back down over my hips, my knees
quivering and my pulse hammering against my throat. I didn't care that I
was in King Zarkon's bedchambers, or that it might be ol' Fish-Face
himself coming through the panel - I didn't care about anything at that
moment except curling up into a little ball on the bed and closing my
eyes.

A sensation of miserable dirtiness and revulsion washed over me and my
lower lip trembled, but I refused to cry. With a wince and a mild groan,
I crawled up onto the bed and sprawled out, sudden panicky sweat breaking
out along my hairline and face. I blinked at the wall directly across
from me, then closed my eyes.

Maybe this is all just a dream, Moonie. I told myself silently. Tamy
isn't really in Zarkon's clutches, those two Guards didn't really just do
*that*, and you will wake up at any moment safe and sound in your own
room.

The sound of creaking came again, breaking the spell of my comforting
thoughts, but I didn't even look towards the panel. I didn't care who
was coming through anyway - whatever was going to happen from here on out
was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not. So, there was no
sense fighting it.
------
Okie...there ya go!
A little graphic, I know...sorry...hehehe...
Moonie - GOP

Subj: Love Potion No 9 - part 6
( a lettle graphic, but not like Moonsilk's exactly, tho you get the drift.
Ah, boy are WE mean!)

He had dragged her to a more secure chamber and had securely barred the
passage behind them with a force shield. To Tamy the room looked like any
other, but at this moment, it wouldn't have mattered if the room were solid
gold. Zarkon made any room ugly. He checked the door and it was secure.

He quipped, "The things I have to do for privacy around here.." he started to
chuckle.

Tamysan then had the feeling that he wasn't going to keep his promise, and a
rage came over her - it was a Drulean rage. She snatched up a vase and threw
it at him. He somehow ducked and the vase shattered on the wall.

"Oh, so we have a temper!" He snarled.

"Damn friggin' right, you low-slung, fish-faced sorry excuse!" Tamysan yelled
as she chucked another object at him.
She was aiming for his head. Again, with uncanny sense, he avoided the
flying object and quickly flew at her. Tamy screamed as he knocked her to the
floor, but she still managed to wrestle with him. To her consternation, he
was grinning at her!

"Ah..the first sign.."

Tamysan spat, "What the hell are you talking about?" She started to kick at
him, trying to hook his leg to where she could flip him off her. She almost
suceeded, but then they wound up rolling on the floor and had knocked over
another lamp which landed with a resounding crash.

Zarkon seemed to be enjoying the resistance and chuckled, "You'll have to pay
for that."

"Shut up!" Tamysan said, her voice both angry and terrified. She could sense
thoughts trying to reach her, but her mind was whirling and she couldn't pick
them up clearly. She was shaking for some reason, and then she could suddenly
really smell his scent beyond that now sickening blueberry/fruit love me up
oil. She felt odd - no, oh no..was this what Samara and Moonsilk meant by
drives?

"No!" She screamed, her eyes wide now.

"Ah ha! So now you realize, don't you, my dear? Not only do females exude a
scent but males as well. It is an ancient instinct - not that I hold to all
those ancient tales, but this I do know.." he bent to kiss her, and Tamysan
snapped her teeth at him, just barely missing his face.

"Liar!" She raged. I - will - kill - him!, she thought.

"Samara knows, temptress! She could tell you..why do you think she avoids
me?'

Somehow Tamysan got a hand free and tried to slap him.

Because you're ugly - inside and out! Everyone knows it!"

"You won't care in a moment, dear.." he grinned.
His strength was overpowering hers. Tamy regretted her temper tantrum of
earlier - it expended too much of her energy. Now she was feeling a lassitude
- no an awareness, an inborn desire. She shuddered. It was different than a
drug stimulation - it was deep inside her. If only it was Gorjon or Lotor!

Samara could have told her that being new to her transformation as a Drule,
she might not be used to the strong feelings of the race. Just as her senses
and thoughts were heightened, so were instincts.

The instincts were part of the reason why Drules had once been so numerous.
Both male and females of the race exuded hormones to promote mating, for
their race lived in a violent galaxy. It was an evoluntionary need, born of
the need to populate their race. but when the majority of Drulean females
were either killed or rendered sterile by early chemical warfare, there were
not that many fertile Drulean women left of the pure blood. Drule males
turned to the Terran women and produced half-breeds, although there were
still some fertile pure Drule women about. These were highly prized and
coveted. Dowry prices were exorbant for them for they were so rare now.
Of course this instinctive drive did not prevent Drulean women from being
with anyone they wanted, but old instincts could and did come into play - if
they were not controlled.

A frentic thought..help me, help me..oh god..I don't know how much longer -

She closed her eyes and thought of Gorjon and Lotor. It was the only thing
that was keeping her from going mad. No, she was already mad. Yes, that was
it. Her eyes opened to slits and she felt again the cool air puckering up her
skin, raising goosebumps. He had ripped the robe up easily and his hands
wandered freely, cruelly on her skin, but this time she felt her skin respond
unwillingly. In anger, she bit at his lower lip as he kissed her, but it only
stirred him, not discouraged him, and he in turn, bit at her sensitive
earlobe, drawing a bit of blood.

A random thought..I did not know Drules were sensitive there..and then it was
gone, fleeting. Her awareness of him was acute now but only in a sense that
he was Drule and he was male. A part of her rational thought screamed in
revulsion and terror. The other simply followed instinct. No. It was not her
inviting his rough caress. No. No. It wasn't. She knew now that Lotor and
Gorjon held back in their lovemaking, for it appeared that Drule coupling was
as passionate as it was violent.

When he slipped into her roughly, she cried out as he bit her on the
shoulder. He shuddered, his demonic face a mask of pleasure. He gripped her
wrists with his one hand, not trusting her and simply devoured her with his
mouth. It seemed to go on and on, wave after wave after wave of dark delight.
"Lotor..Gorjon.." she whispered under her breath.

A grip on her hair and a hiss. "Say MY name..you know it's me..say it.."

Half-breathless, she gasped, "Bastard.."

"You little bitch.." he hissed again and continued his assault. "Gods..your
smell..the taste of you.." and then he was overcome.

At last it was over, their breathing ragged. He felt like a dead weight upon
her.
..I hope I killed the horny old bastard..she thought tiredly.

A tear trickled down Tamysan's cheek. How could she? Oh how could she..she
wanted to die now. He had completely defiled her and she had completely
surrendered. she had enjoyed it, for god's sake! She didn't want to live
anymore. She didn't care anymore what he did to her now. Lotor and Gorjon
would never want her now. It had been different before, but she had responded
abiet unwillingly and he would remember. She would remember. Oh, did Samara
really know?

She willed herself not to cry - especially when he stirred himself up to look
down at her face. She would not cry in front of him! She only said two words.

"Kill me.."

He laughed. "Feeling guilty, my dear? Don't worry. Your secret is safe with
me."

"Kill me.."

"No." He got up, satisfied that he had broken her completely.

She sat up, anger in her eyes. "Kill me! I won't live this way!"

He smirked as he went to put on a robe."I said no." and then he left the
room.

Tamysan's face crumpled and she fell back onto the floor. She started to sob
silently.
Love Potion Number Nine - 6 (after Tam's 6)
On and on and on...
-----
I kept my eyes closed as the panel creaked yet again, and the sound of
footsteps could be heard. I didn't even move or flinch, my breaths
coming and going, but my mind absent to each inhale and exhale. Sweat
was now dribbling down my temples and pooling along the back of my neck;
a sticky, hot sensation that left a grimy path in its wake.

I was tired for some odd reason. It was a kind of paralyzing tired that
I had never felt before, and it seemed that I just didn't have the
stength to open my eyes and look at whoever it was that had just entered
through the panel. The footsteps grew increasingly loud as my senses
began to waver in and out between what I imagined to be shock and total
awareness.

"Well, well, well." A familiar, sadistic voice crooned distantly, "The
one who got away." The sounds of laughter filled my senses, coating them
with a mild sensation of impending doom.

But, I didn't care. I wasn't going to move a muscle. Hell, it felt like
I couldn't move a muscle even if I wanted to.

"Of course, you didn't really get away, now did you?" The voice
continued, its tone smug and domineering. "Ah, well, little human. I
think I have the stamina to pleasure you again before I return to the
*real* prize of the venture."

I managed a weary snort, then hoarsely, "Screw you, you old bastard."

The sound of laughter radiated once more, then I felt the bed shift
beneath me as his weight was added to mine on the mattress.

I heard him inhale deeply, then, "By the looks and smell of you, my dear,
you have been had recently already." He chuckled. "The scent of you is so
Drulean - so intoxicating. Too bad it doesn't fit your appearence."

A hand came down to tangle its fingers in my hair - I didn't even
whimper. Then, I was being tugged roughly across the bed, my hair
straining painfully to keep from being yanked out.

"But, we can always pretend, now can't we, little human?"

I felt hands begin to work at the sheet; tugging and tearing it, pulling
on the knots, until at last my body was free of it. Then, the touch of
icy fingertips fondling my bare flesh could be felt, and I shivered in
response, gooseflesh rising on my skin in convulsive ripples.

"So meek." He whispered close to my face, his fetid breath filling my
nostrils and causing me to gag on sudden rising bile. "Such a meek little
kitten." He purred.

I didn't respond, instead I inwardly withdrew from the touch, from the
feel of his hands on my body, accosting my flesh with eager swipes and
painful pinches and squeezes. I felt a hand slip between my legs and
swallowed tightly, but my body refused to fight the forceful touch. It
was as limp as an old ragdoll, and I was beginning to feel much like an
old ragdoll - a useless item that was only good for the pleasuring of
those who would only toss me aside once they got bored.

Suddenly, I was being pulled upward by the hips from behind, the hand
between my legs removing itself momentarily, then being replaced by
something much more revolting.

My eyes popped wide then, and I jerked forward, shaking like a leaf being
tossled on the breeze.

"No." I mustered hoarsely. "You will not..."

A hand came over my mouth, clamping down tightly and cutting off my words.

"I will and I am, and I already have." He hissed at me, his tongue
darting out to lick at the wound the Guard had inflicted on my neck,
"Even your blood tastes like that of a Drule woman." He groaned, then
growled and shifted upward, thrusting his hips forward - entering me in
one swift, ripping movement.

"Oh my!" He exclaimed, "Still a tight fit, isn't it?" He laughed loudly
and leaned down once more, taking the nape of my neck between his teeth
and biting down hard.

I began to shudder violently ,then, as he assaulted my flesh with his
hands, mouth, and teeth - all greedily wandering over my flesh to draw
blood and bruise in cadence with the hard, fast, brutal movements of him
within me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw, refusing to give in to the
urge to cry; the urge that had continued to haunt me since the Guards had
first had begun to accost me earlier.

The sounds of grunts and pants began to echo around me distantly, but I
was only vaguely aware of them. Slowly, my body began to grow numb, a
sensation that I welcomed like the dark serene sleep that I knew would
follow eventually.

I was in shock, and I knew it. I was in severe shock.

But, the thought was not frightening, it was welcomed. It was welcomed
like a cool breeze on a hot day.

Within the serene envelope of numbing shock, I soon lost contact with
what was going on around me and within me. All feeling seemed to leave
my physical body and my eyes relaxed their tight closure as a sigh
escaped my lips.

At a distance, I heard, "Ah, see, I knew you would come to enjoy it."
There was a pause followed by several grunts, "Oh yes...yes..." More
grunts sounded, mingling with groans and growls, then a sound of wicked
ecstacy followed by silence.

I was vaguely aware of being shoved down against the bed, and then the
sound of footsteps and rumaging about me slithered over my mind.
Abruptly, there was silence again; a silence that lasted for several long
moments. Then, a new voice penetrated.

"Yes, sire." It said.

"Keep her locked in a room separate from the other wenches until I return
and call on her."

"Yes, sire." It repeated.

There was the sound of laughter, the creaking of a panel, more footsteps,
followed by the sensation of being lifted. Then, darkness swooped down
like a hungry bird of prey as shock concealed the world without from all
of my senses.

Serene, empty, complete darkness...
----
Hrmmm....poor Moonie and Tamy!! What's going to happen to them now??
Moonie - GOP

Interlude b/w 6 & 7
Well, since me & Moonies gots the blues..I figured some comedic relief was in
order. Tiama - I hope you don't mind if I use you for the means..hehehee..tam

TiamaTZero had just about had it with the damn tests. Over and over and over
again. What was the purpose? Lotor wasn't going to touch her anytime soon, so
what was the deal?
Finally the old hag decided to give it a rest - at least the testing for now
and decided that she was in the mood again for some male company.TiamaTZero
sighed. What was it with this place where everyone was so ready to mate?
Humph. She wished Moonsilk had killed Hagar then she wouldn't be doing this
all over again - getting some poor unfortunate man in here and basically well
- "riding his horse" as she heard someone say once. Suddenly Tiama smiled
slightly. She had an idea - a wicked idea. TiamaTZero grabbed some grape
love-me-up oil, one of the Love Potion bottles and some glue. Sometimes super
intelligence DID come in handy!


Some moments later Hagar had snagged some Drule guard who looked both
disgusted and terrified. Hagar cackled, "Don't worry, sweetpants! Momma knows
how to RAISE your spirits!"

Tiama was in her usual spot, her eyes closed. Let Hagar think she was asleep.
She heard Hagar take her victim to the next room and order him to remove his
clothing. Then she heard the familar 'click' of the restraints. She knew in a
moment Hagar would leave to don whatever 'costume' she wanted to wear for her
fun. When Hagar left the room, Tiama quickly disrobed and came into the room
to where the Drule guard was. Tiama smiled at the guard and gripped the small
bottle of mixture she had. She climbed up on the guard who was beginning to
get aroused. (after all, she DID look like Allura) She placed a finger on her
lips, and uncorked the mixture. She ran it up and down his member, which was
QUITE erect by this time. The guard moaned softly, and Tiama silenced him
with a kiss. She left, ignoring the pleading of the guard's eyes. She hated
to have to do that but -

She crouched unseen in a corner of the room, and soon enough, Hagar came in
attired in a leather bustier, crotchless panties and garters. Not a pretty
sight at all. Hagar could have used a disguising magic, but she did not,
perfering merely to jump and ride em. She smiled at the guard who looked
disgusted and she noted his arousal.

"So, you ARE ready, aren't you? Well a little magic will help.." She
sprinkled some kind of stuff on him and then with a WHOOP! jumped on and got
to work. TiamaT watched as Hagar whooped and screamed. The guard for his part
was also participating much to Hagar's delight. Tiama knew that that scent
was in his nostrils and that he was turned on sufficiently. Soon the real fun
would begin!

Umm..TiamaT wanted to stretch. Would Hagar EVER get enough? Then she was
rewarded.

"STOP!" Hagar crowed.

Tiama took a peek. The guard was STILL going at it.

"I said stop! Damn! You're wearing me out!"

He was STILL going at it! TiamaT stiffled a giggle. Hagar whaped the guard
one, but he STILL kept going!

"Aaaoawowoowowowowowwow!!" Hagar was hollering at the top of her lungs. "Stop
it!!!"

A moment later the guard finally DID stop, totally exhausted. Hagar slumped
over him wearily. Sometimes she was TOO good! She grinned as she tried to
dismount..hey wait..

tug..

"Dammit! We're through! Pull - ou -"

tug..

"We're stuck!" Hagar exclaimed.

The guard moaned in revulsion. TiamaT stiffled another giggle. Damn right
they were stuck! Not permanently of course, but long enough to swear Hagar
off sex for awhile. Ah amazing what you could do with chemicals and glue..

"Pull!" Hagar groused.

pull

tug

"OWwwww!'" the guard exclaimed.

"Arrrrgghhh! WHO did this! I SWEAR I'll get whoever DID this!" Hagar was
really upset now.

TiamaT streaked out of the room unseen smirking. She then took the vidcam out
of it's hidden niche. It was on tape - all of it. Maybe it would give the
rest a laugh..

LPN9 7 (And you wonder WHERE Lotor got his stamina)
She felt like she had lain there for centuries..

Tamysan got up. The room was silent. He was gone, thank god. She shakily got
up and her legs trembled. A myriad of smells came to her and she wrinkled
her nose. Okay, now what. He wasn't going to kill her so should she kill
herself? Her lips compressed in a thin line. No. She - couldn't. She didn't
know how she was going to live, but she wasn't going to die - not that
easily. So now what?
Again, smells seemed to assault her senses. She needed to be clean. A part of
her mind knew she needed evidence - then she laughed. Evidence? That the king
of Doom raped the holy hell out of her? She could even be - no. She didn't
want to face that now, even though it niggled at her mind.
Clean. Oh gods, she needed a bath desperately. She looked longingly at the
door. She knew she could probably get out herself, but she feared running
into any amourous guards again and besides she was too exhausted to really
try.
She looked around the room. Ah, there. A bathroom. She didn't care anymore if
she was in his chambers, she was taking a bath - now.

She stumbled to the baths and turned on the water full blast. Steam enveloped
the room quickly and when the bath was filled up, she turned off the water.
The bath was huge, more like a hot tub, so she had to step down into it. The
hot water made her hiss, but she didn't care. She settled in, looked for the
nearest soap, and scrubed her skin with it. Her body ached but she scrubbed
every inch of herself and scrubbed at her hair, trying to get all the oil and
the smell of him off her. She soaked, letting the water take her tensions
away. She was feeling better - a little stonger now. Maybe she could get out
of here. She could avoid the guards somehow.

She stepped out to reach for a towel. She would do it. She'd quickly dry off,
snag something - even if it was a sheet or something and get out of here. All
right, maybe her Harem days were over, but she wasn't going to stay and be
raped over and over by that fish-faced bastard.

But instead of a towel, two arms wrapped around her bare waist. They came out
of the mist like ghosts.

"Hello, my dearest..ah all clean for me? Mmm..you still smell delightful."

"No! I am getting OUT of here!" Tamysan yelled, half-disbelieving that he was
back yet again.

He growled. "Still defiant! I think you want me to control you..all women
want to be controlled..Moonsilk could tell you.." he smirked and bodily
lifted her to carry her back to the bedroom. She was thrown roughly on the
bed, but jumped up before he knocked her down again, his weight now a
disturbingly familiar one.

He whispered husikily in her ear, "I believe you've aroused my interest
again, dearest."

She could tell. He inched his way forward, trying to force his way again.
Dear god, and he was old too..

"I'd like to cut that interest off with a rusty hacksaw" she hissed, trying
to buck him off.

"I like it when you're angry. Keep that up, tigress..." He clutched at her
hips and pulled her close.

"Bastard from hell.." she spat.

"Ah, my little angel.." he cooed and then he backhanded her, the excitement
showing in his eyes.

"Uhhhh.." Tamysan was dazed. She barely felt his teeth graze her breasts..not
- again - His voice was a distant one.."So fine..so soft..and yet a
tigress.." he ended this with a growl.

They did not hear the door open.. It admitted an angel of vengance..

In the secret passage
"It's DARK in here!" someone moaned.

"Oh SHUT UP!" someone else snapped.

I dug my small, emergency barbed-wire whip out of a
secret pocket. "The NEXT time someone gets
pouty-mouthed they're gonna GET IT. Understood?"

Dead silence.

I heaved a sigh. "Sammie, let's tune in to Tamy and
Moonie. We need to get an exact fix..."

Sammie chuckled. "I WOULD, but Lotor has an exact fix
on ME at the moment."

"GEEZ LOTOR!" some of us said in unison.

Lotor chuckled sheepishly. "I'm a Drule. What do you
EXPECT?"

I narrowed my eyes, guessed where he was from the
direction his voice came from, and gave him a quick
swat with the whip.

"OW! You WENCH! That was my POSTERIOR!"

"GOOD! Now can we get on with this?"

< I want to die oh GOD I want to die I'm no good for
the Harem and Gorjon and Lotor will NEVER want me
again >

< I feel nothing I AM nothing >

< Oh GOD here he comes again >

< Who's that? Who's there? >

"Uh...Sammie..." I dug in another pocket for a
flashlight, matches, ANYTHING.

The light from a flashlight flickered. It was
Gorjon's. We could see the tears in his eyes.
"Oh Tamy...My Tamy..."

I scowled at Lotor. "You left Moonie alone. I'm going
back there to do what I can."

Ram-O nodded. "Me too. That's my Moonie."

Lotor sneered. "Not YET, she isn't. And that temper of
hers will do her some good against my father and the
guards."

I swatted him again. "You heartless bitch of a son.
When we get them back I'm going to string you up by
the cojones and give you the whipping of your life."

He shrugged. "You did that already. Last week, I
believe."

I narrowed my eyes. "Not like the way I'm GOING to,
mister. C'mon, Ram-O. Let's go. And Sammie, keep in
touch. Just not with HIM."

Sammie nodded and chuckled. "The rest of us will find
Tamy."

Hold on, Tam and Moonie!
nutbug

LPNN7 (after Tam's 7)
And, yet, we go on...like an endless nightmare...hehehe...
----

I felt myself being pulled out of the darkness, slowly, as if rising up
from within a thick coccoon of black sludge. Then, I felt each of my
limbs revitalize one by one, a tingling sensation followed by an intense
chill. I shivered convulsively, and opened my eyes, the sound of my own
teeth chattering echoing in my ears.

Immediately, sharp pains began to lance through me from various points
along my body; my neck, mouth, back, breasts, scalp, abdomen, and, most
of all, from between my legs. I moaned and closed my eyes, wishing that
I had never awakened.

After several silent moments, making sure that I lay very still in order
to ease some of the throbbing that seemed to be radiating from my body, I
slowly opened my eyes once more, then gingerly sat up.

I was in a small cell, and the light within barely highlighted my shadowy
surroundings to reveal an iron door, granite walls lined along the bottom
with short, cracked, wooden panels, and a single heavily padded cot,
which lay beneath my seated form.

Several blankets were strewn across the floor haphazardly, as if they had
been thrown violently at something or someone, and my aching body was
sheathed in a thin nightgown of jet black that barely reached mid-thigh.

I cringed at the sight of it, as well as at the spots of crimson that had
left dark patches against the material, and bright, dry rivulets along
both of my arms. Bruises highlighted my thighs and wrists and I could
only imagine what my face must have looked like.

Carefully, I rose from the bed and studied my surroundings, then heard a
distinct clicking sound. My gaze darted about the room, then honed in on
the source as a creaking sounded - a creaking similar to a panel opening.

Abruptly, every nerve ending in my body began to humm and fizzle with a
tangible fear, and my muscles began to tremor violently. I rushed to the
aged panel from which the noise had erupted and sat down hard in front of
it, my fingers and toes digging into the flooring as my back pressed up
against it firmly.

"You want some more, you bastard?!" I screamed. "Well, that's just too
damn bad! You aren't getting in here! You will *never* touch me again,
you son of a bitch! Do you hear me?!? NEVER!!" I pressed back against
the panel as hard as I could in an effort to keep it closed, but it was
moving despite my efforts.

I grunted and whimpered as my protesting body sent spasms of ache through
me, then I heard a familiar male voice.

"I'm not going to hurt you, damn it," It hissed. "Get out of the way, and
I will get you out of here."

I laughed harshly, "Sure! Sure!" I hollered crazily, "Oh, yeah, my knight
in shinning armor!" I scowled and pressed up against the panel even
harder. "Go to hell, you lying bastard!"

The panel abruptly pressed forward, sliding me across the floor with
seeming ease, and I hurriedly got on hands and knees then began to crawl
away. A hand grabbed me about the ankle and halted my forward movement.

"Moonsilk!" The voice hissed sharply. "We don't have much time. You have
to come with me through this passageway before Zarkon decides to come
back."

I kicked at the hand with my free foot, and the man yelped then released
his hold on me. I was on my feet in a flash, my mind a whirlwind of
psychotic thoughts as I spun around to face the intruder.

"Moonsilk!" He bellowed my name this time, and to my utter shock, Lorgin
was peeking out of the small passageway at me, his golden eyes alight
with what appeared to be a strange mixture of wariness, fear, and concern.

I trembled and stared at him for several long minutes, then, "He's going
to kill her!" I wailed. "He's going to kill Tamy, then he's going to kill
me! I can't let him do it! I can't let him do it!" I shuddered
convulsively and raked my hand through my short hair, then bit down on my
lower lip and winced, the cut on it reopening to ooze fresh blood.

Lorgin hurriedly shimmied out of the passageway, then grabbed my by the
hands and tugged my towards it. My instincts told me to thrash out
against him, but I bit back the urge and let him shove me into the
opening, then began to hastily crawl along the cramped space.

"Go right." He directed from behind.

I did as ordered, and continued on in that manner until he told me to
stop.

Suddenly, the sound of wailing and struggle fell upon my ears and my
heart began to hammer in my chest as adrenaline coated my senses with a
maniacal intensity.

"No!" I yelled, throwing myself against the panel with all my strength.

To my surprise, it cracked down the center and exploded outward. I fell
through the hole it created and leaped to my feet.

Immediately my gaze landed on Zarkon and Tamy, and I scowled, growling
low in my throat, then rushed him from behind. I leaped onto his back
and sunky my fingernails into the skin of his face, then bit down on the
back of his neck, ripping my mouth away, and taking whatever flesh was in
it with me.

Zarkon howled in pain, and rose up, reaching over his shoulders to grab
at me. I ignored his pawing hands and continued to claw at his face,
then bit down on his neck once more.

"How does it feel, you horny old bastard!" I screamed wildly, sinking my
teeth into him for a third time. "You like to be ripped up like some
second hand play thing?!" I started to cry then, continuing my assualt on
him blindly.

I vaguely heard Tamy calling my name, then a sudden loud crash sounded
and the sensation of falling became apparent.

Tears were streaking my cheeks and I was wailing miserably as I tumbled
off of Zarkon and hit the floor with a loud thud. The remnants of a vase
was scattered across the floor and Zarkon's battered and bloodied figure
lay beside me, his eyes closed and his face marred by the seeping wounds
that my hands had created.

But, it wasn't enough.

Another bout of crazy rage consumed me, and I attacked his unconscious
form with both hands and feet; pummeling and kicking him as hot, angry,
miserable tears continued to seep from my eyes.

Again, I heard Tamy calling my name distantly, but I ignored it, consumed
by rage, hatred, fear, pain - total misery.

-----
Okay...take it away!! :)
Moonie - GOP

LPNo 9 - The Post JUST b4 Ginas
Gina beat me to the punch on the next post - but I didn't wanna WASTE this
one so it occurs just BEFORE Ginas.


"Moonsilk!" Tamy yelled. Shit! She was out of it and if she didn't do
something, Zarkon was sure to kill her! With Zarkon's weight now off her, she
scrambled up and found a heavy vase and smashed it as hard as she could over
Zarkon. He went down like a pile of bricks unconscious, but Moonie still kept
hitting and kicking at him. Tamy wanted to do the same. Oh how she wanted to!
But this was doing no good. It would not take back what he did. She had to
get Moonie into a semblence of sanity here.

"Moonie! S'hau! (stop!)" Tamy forcibly yanked Moonsilk away, but she was in
her own world of rage and pain. Tamysan turned her around and said, "Stop it!
You think you're hurting him any? He can't feel anything!"

"I'll KILL him! I'll kill the bastard! Let me go! Lemme go!" Moonsilk writhed
in her grip.

Tamysan pushed Moonie to a chair and sat her down. Moonie angrily sputtered
like a cat at her.

"You better calm your ass DOWN, Moonie or we'll be in worse trouble! You
wanna kill Zarkon? Do you KNOW how many allies he has? Do you?"

"He hurt - me - you.." Moonie started to shake.

"Yes, he did." Tamysan restrained herself, willing herself to be in control,
or she'd lose it like Moonsilk and they'd BOTH be raving loonies.

"I feel like he's plowed the back forty with me, Moonsilk" She said quietly.
Moonsilk, to her suprise was listening. "He had me more than once this day. I
may be pregnant for all - " her voice broke. "I know." Moonsilk gasped.

"But you're not hurting him this way. Not in the least. We have to get out of
here. Being alive and whole is how we hurt him. Now sit there for a moment. I
will take care of his sorry ass."

Moonsilk watched warily as Tamysan searched around and found a knife.
Moonsilk greedily eyed the knife, picturing just what she'd do with that
knife - just WHERE she would use that knife on Zarkon. Her grin was almost
mad.
Tamysan ripped some sheets up with the knife, dragged Zarkon over to the far
side of the room and securely tied him up. He started to stir and Moonsilk
started to get up, ready to fight, but Tamysan hissed at her. Good God, she
looked a lot like Lotor when he was in a vindictive mood! Moonsilk smiled.
Maybe Tamysan would geld him!

Zarkon groaned. Tamysan had the knife in her right hand. a gag was ready,
lying on the side. To Moonsilk's surprise, Tamysan straddled his body. Was
she mad? She bent over him, letting her upper body brush his. Her tone of
voice was soft, sensual.

In Drule she said, "Wake up, my royal lover.."

Zarkon was coming to but he was still a bit out of it. He felt pain in his
head and his body ached a bit. He remembered - an attack, yes. It was
Moonsilk - and yet here was Tamysan straddling him, her skin a light hue of
azure, her long wavy hair tickling his chest, and her breasts teasing him.
This was new..stimulating.. He reached out - he couldn't move! His eyes
narrowed.

"Traitorous bit - ! " Tamysan stuffed the gag in his mouth. Zarkon was now
trussed up like a turkey.

"Shhhh.." Tamysan put a finger to her lips as Moonsilk watched eagerly.

She said, "You gonna geld him now? Let me help!"

Tamysan smiled a wicked smile but said nothing.

"Zarkon.." she cooed, running a finger down his chest. "We reeeally would
like to kill you for what you've done.." She whipped out the knife and
flashed it in front of his face. His face showed no fear, only anger and
indignation.

Moonie laughed hysterically. "Yeah, do it! You go, girl!"

Zarkon heard Moonsilk's comment and growled angrily in his throat.

"What's that, DEAR?" Tamysan ran the knife down his chest, a parody of
tenderness.

Zarkon gave her a look as if to say, "WhenIgetloose.."

"We could GELD you, darling.." Tamysan smiled ruthlessly as ran the flat of
the knife down his strong abdomen.
Despite the situation, Zarkon was rather - well stimulated. Moonie frowned
and then yelled, "Geld him! Cut it off!"
You'd think she was in the audience of the Springer show..

Tamysan ignored Moonie. "But then we know you'd just twist your hate in some
other way wouldn't you? You leave us alone. You leave the Harem alone. You'll
be very lucky if Lotor doesn't kill you after this..and if I carry your
child, I swear you will never get it!"

At the very last tears came to her eyes. "You bastard, you used me over and
over.."

Moonie got up slowly.

Amazingly Zarkon spat out the gag. His eyes glittered evily. "And you enjoyed
it, don't deny that. Whatever you do to me, wench, you'll never be able to
erase that!"

That's it.. Moonie thought.

Tamysan left out an indrawn breath and bit her lip. Moonsilk suddenly leaped
and lunged, knocking Tamy over and off of Zarkon. The knife thankfully went
clattering elsewhere. If Moonsilk had it, Zarkon would have been dead meat.

Moonsilk saw a red haze and started to beat and kick at Zarkon.

"Take THAT! And THAT! And THAT!"

That was when Gina and the others made it though the passage door..

To the rescue!....Uhm...Well...
"Take THAT! And THAT! And THAT!"

(sounds of flesh being pummeled)

"MOONIE!" Ram-O screamed, rushing forward.

I held him back. "Easy, easy! She's beating the crap
out of someone, not the other way around."

"I don't CARE, that's Moonie and I'm going to rescue
her!"

"Moonie...MOONIE! That's ENOUGH!..Moonie, why aren't
you LISTENING to me?" came Tamy's almost-impatient
voice to our ears.

I nodded. "She's tired but okay. Let's go help."

We moved faster through the tunnel until we reached
where we'd first entered it, then sped off towards
their location.

***

"Moonie's beating the CRAP out of that old man," Lotor
said, in obvious glee.

Gorjon started to laugh. "GOOD for his old fishy ass,"
he managed to say.

Sammie tsk-tsked them. "Come ON, they're waiting for
us."

They moved faster.

***

Ram-O grabbed my elbow. "Look, Mistress—"

I followed his gaze. "Oh GREAT. Another panel."

***

"Take THAT and THAT and THAT and THAT and THAT! You're
NEVER going to touch me again, do you UNDERSTAND me,
you old screwed-up dirty bas—"

Lorgy stopped her. "Mistress Moonie—"

"LET GO OF ME!" she screamed. "I HAVE TO PUNISH HIM
FOR WHAT HE DID!!"

"You already HAVE!" Tamy yelled at her. "LOOK at him!
He's PULP!"

The haze in front of Moonie's vision cleared slightly.
She saw Zarkon...and came thisclose to throwing up.
She really HAD beat him to pulp. HER. Little ol'
Moonie.

Relief and sharp images of what had happened burst
into her brain and body. She convulsed violently and
burst into tears.

Lorgin held her close.

***

"RAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
Ram-O had taken off the panel and had shoved me into
the tunnel. I was sliding down it like a knife through
butter. It didn't feel too good. SOMEONE owed me a
massage.

"Right behind you, Mistress!" came Ram-O's laughing
voice to my ears.

***

Sammie, Gorjon and Lotor pushed on the panel
separating them from Tamy and Moonie.
"One....two...three...PUSH!"

***

I reached the end of the tunnel and my booted feet
slammed into the panel there. That didn't feel too
good either.

***

Tamy got up to get a better look at ol' Slimy Fish
Face. She gave him one HELL of a kick in the crotch,
then kicked him over onto his back and jumped up and
down on his behind.

Lorgy winced. "That HURTS, Mistress Tamy."

She shrugged. "Like I GIVE a flying sh—"

***

Sammie, Lotor and Gorjon came crashing through their
panel.

I came crashing through mine. I landed on my ass.
Ram-O landed on top of me.

"OW...." I managed to say.

"MOONIE!" Ram-O yelled, getting off me and rushing to
his belusted (or beloved, only he knows which).

"OH Ram-O..." Moonie said, rushing into his arms.

Lotor, sneering, walked over to Zarkon and gave him a
nice big kick.

Zarkon grabbed his foot.
"You disloyal, snivering, despicable excuse for a
Drule!" he mumbled.

Lotor snatched his foot out of that death-grip. "Be
QUIET, old man, we have you surrounded. There's no
escape for you."

Zarkon-painfully-rolled over onto his back. We could
hear flesh rip and tear as he did. He tried to laugh
but wound up coughing instead.
"You FOOLS, there's no escape for you, EITHER.
GUARDS!"

Uh oh! What NOW?
nutbug

REAL quick and REAL romantic...kinda
Gomen nasai, everyone, but this first:

"Moonie?" Ram-O held her at arm's length so he could
look her over. She was damaged, more inside than
outside, but HE was here, HE would help heal her.
"Yes?" She sniffled, feeling a bit cold; his chest had
made her feel safe.

He swallowed sudden tears. "I hear some Doom guards
coming, and I wanted to tell you this just in case..."
She raised her eyebrows. "Yes....?"

He swallowed hard. "I...I...that is...I..."

"Will you just TELL her already?" I snapped.

Ram-O "kissed his teeth". "Oh, HELL."

He dipped and kissed her.

Haggar yelled and screamed from somewhere close by.
"WHO DID THIS? WHO DID THIS? HEADS WILL ROLL! I CAN'T
EVER GET IT ON AGAIN AND I WANT TO KNOW WHO DID THIS!"

"What the HELL is she talking about?" Gorjon wanted to
know.
"OW! OW! OW! Mistress Haggar, PLEASE slow down! OW!"

We looked at each other with raised eyebrows. That was
a male voice, probably a guard's, who knew and who
cared.

"He's not...ATTACHED to her, is he?" Lorgy wanted to
know.

Someone snickered.

Then we burst out laughing, Zarkon included.

Lotor grinned. "GOOD for her old ass."

Sammie blinked oh-so-innocently. "Now WHO would do
something like THAT?"

TiamaT's voice came to us. "Hello? Anyone down there?"
It's all yours, ladies!
nutbug

Love Potion No. 9 (Ch 8 I think - sort of a wrap up, BUT the storywill go on!)
Yes, it LOOKS like the story is a wrap up, but it's not..Moon & I like to
just keep the ol' fun rollin'! tam

It wasn't good. Zarkon had called for the guards. Maybe she should have let
Moonsilk kill him..
Tamysan quite forgotten she was naked until Gorjon had placed his jacket over
her.

"Gorjon.." she said, not daring to meet his eyes. "Thank you.."

Gorjon pulled her gently to him. He still could not quite believe her
appearance - tall, athletic.Her skin light azure and elegant taped pointed
ears. Samara would say she looked like the warrior class. Her long legs
seemingly going forever. Her hair and her scent! It was intoxicating.. and
that bastard! Gorjon's eyes narrowed in rage. He wanted to take Tamysan from
here, go back to his planet and make her his Queen, but he knew she'd carry
this with her. It made him sick to know that Zarkon touched her - had - had.

Tamysan shivered. Gorjon was just being nice. She knew he didn't want her
anymore. Lotor didn't either. He didn't even say anything to Moonsilk. Ram-O
had had to comfort her. When Gorjon put his jacket over her and pulled her
close, she saw Zarkon's eyes narrow in - jealousy? She saw that he had
loosened his bonds. She should have known he would.

Gorjon bent and cuddled her close. "Tamysan. I will never let him hurt you
again..I swear this. I failed you.."

"No, no Gorjon. I know you tried. It is not your fault.." Tamysan said gently.

"It is. Tamysan..I was sworn to protect you.." he lowered his head slightly.

Their conversation was interupted by Hagar's angry outburst which caused all
of them to bust out laughing - even Zarkon. Poor Hagar was attached to that
poor guard!

"Where's a DAMN doctor when you NEED one! Even my magic can't separate us!"

The guard moaned, "I really need to relieve myself.."

Hagar yelled, "DON'T you DARE!"

It was then that Dr. Sarah appeared and said with a straight face. "I can
take you, Hagar.." She looked at Zarkon with a barely disguised look of
distaste. "I know you have your own physician, sire, but I need to treat
Moonsilk and Tamysan."

Zarkon said cruelly, "Stay out of this, Doctor. You may treat Hagar, but
Moonsilk and Tamysan are mine. They do not fall under your jurisdiction.

"As long as they are officially of Lotor's Scribes, I am sworn to treating
them!" Sarah said. "Tamysan might be pregnant since her 'transformation' from
human to Drule. I must see to her."

Zarkon smiled a nasty smile. "But perhaps I don't want you to treat her for
that, my good doctor." He glanced at her own swelling belly. "Have a care for
your own child, doctor. I don't want General Cossack to be deprived of the
joys of fatherhood."

Sarah narrowed her eyes. She'd like nothing better than to roast this bastard
where he lay, but her baby was taking a lot of her energy and hence her
magical strength was at a minimum. Damn! She hated the looks in Tamysan's and
Moonie's eyes! The old bastard would get his one day. This she would swear.
She silently took Hagar and her partner towards the medical lab. For some
reason, TiamaTZero was following them.

Gorjon again felt Tamysan shiver and brought her close. Zarkon barked, "Get
away from her, peasant.." he growled.

Gorjon looked at Zarkon hatefully. "You're not exactly in a position to
separate us, Zarkon.."

Zarkon said, "You'll be soon enough, peon. Don't worry!"

Samara whispered to Lotor, "I say we make a break for it through the
passages. Zarkon knows some of them but not all of them. Once we're on your
side, the situiation might disfuse itself."

Lotor stood there tight-lipped. "I am going to kill my father now.." he
whispered stubbornly.

Samara clutched at him. "No! It's not the right time! You do this now and
you'll regret it!"

Lotor sneered. "Look at him! Moonsilk beat the hell out of him! He can't do a
thing!"

Samara hissed. "Listen to me, Lotor! You always were stubborn - even in
school! He's sending his guards and they're loyal to him!"

"I can handle mere guards.."

"Listen to me! I don't know how I know, Lotor but I do! Have I ever lied to
you, Lotor? I just know if you do this now, you will be dead!" she shivered.
Sometimes she wished she didn't have this vague gift, but she did.

Lotor sighed. "All right, Samara. I will listen. I don't like it. I don't
like letting my father get away with this but your senses have always been
right. Someday, though my father will pay dearly for what he has done."

Samara nodded quietly, "Revenge can come later, Lotor. Tamysan and Moonie
have been through much. I can help them with that, but first we must get out
of here!" Lotor nodded and Samara 'thought' to Gina and whoever else could
heLar her. She knew Zarkon could not.

Castle. Zarkon cannot follow us and the guards will get lost if they
try...come now..>

The word got around silently and they left through the passageway, Zarkon was
bellowing after them, "GUARDS! Damn you! WHERE the HELL are you?" Before she
left, Moonsilk kicked him a glancing blow to the head and this rendered
Zarkon unconscious.

With Samara's uncanny knowledge of the passageways, they made their way back
to Lotor's area of the Castle. For all of them it felt as if a great weight
had fallen off their shoulders. However, there were still problems...

Zarkon was treated by his own physician and he was not able to exact any sort
of revenge for awhile. But the old king could wait. He was patient that way.
He would have his own back eventually. He dreamed of sweet revenge with a
smile upon his unpleasant face.

Tamy and Moonie, still had the love potion on their bodies. Nothing seemed to
affect it, and so they had to be guarded in separate rooms in the Harem for
the next few days. Gorjon stayed away from Tamy for it was all he could do
not to tear her clothes off and be with her. It had only been fear for her
welfare that had prevented it before, but now that she was safe and sound, it
was difficult. Tamy thought that he was staying away from her because of
Zarkon, and she was dearly ashamed about what happened. She couldn't tell
Gorjon, Lotor, or even Moonsilk. Moonsilk had her own problems to deal with.
She was dealing with the situation no better than she. Tamysan was calmer
than Moonsilk, but she was keeping all inside, afraid. She was also afraid
that she was carrying Zarkon's child. Sarah did give her a "morning after"
shot but she was not certain it would work, for Drulean reproduction was
slightly different than human. an egg fetilized much quicker than in human
reproduction. Sarah said Tamysan would have to wait for the results to come
in. She was admitedly on pins and needles.

Although they had escaped from Zarkon's physical grasp, the old king still
held mental sway.. this came in the form of nightmares..