I'm sending this again because listbot's a BUTT! So if you get this twice,please forgive..tam. The rest of this story will probably take place after Rica-A, "Babysitting",
and the events in "Devana Visits" and "Sunny"..tam
"Flesh & Bone"
Prologue - The planet Rice-A....
"Tamysan.." Gorjon said, "You don't have to do this.."
Tamysan walked determinedly to where only moments before, a man was changed bymagic into what he had used his body for - a weapon. Moonie had dropped the
sword on the floor and had turned to walk off. Now she needed to see too.
Although Draconus had not raped her, those few moments of terror would stay
with her. It seemed that just being in the Harem exposed them all to such
dangers, and yet they stayed, but at least one danger had been taken care of.
"No, I must, Gorjon..I need to know that at least ONE monster has been safely
put away."
"Then I shall go with you.." he said, taking her arm gently, determined.
They walked up to where Sarah was just now picking up the sword with a
grimace. The sword seemed resistant to her touch, almost skittering away it
seemed. Of course that had to be imagination.
Tamysan looked at Sarah and said, "Let me see it.."
Sarah nodded and handed it to her. Tamysan looked at the scabbard - it was
warm with life. She resisted her desire to throw it as far from her as she
could and pulled the sword out from the scabbard. The blade of bone, as sharp
as steel, the hilt and the pommel too throbed with warmth and life. She looked
into the jeweled "eyes" which seemed to watch her. She felt goosebumps rise
over her skin as if he were again touching her and she shivered. Gorjon placed
a steadying arm around her and the jewelled eyes of the sword flashed with
hate at him. Tamy trembled and the sword seemed to vibrate as if laughing.
Once again she felt dirty as if Draconius had placed his hands everywhere on
her. A echo reverberated in her head - I will have my own back..you - shall -
see! And then hateful laughter as she seemed to feel ghostly hands upon her.
She quickly placed the sword in it's scabbard and handed it to Gorjon.
"Justice has been done..but.." She looked at Agenis. "I fear that he might
return.."
Gorjon grimly handed the man-sword to one of Agenis' guards.
Sarah said, "No, Tamysan, the spell cannot be broken until he truly repents of
what he has done and has made retribution for it. Nothing can break it."
Gorjon placed an arm around Tamy as she shivered. "I hope you are right Sarah.
I hope you are right..I can feel his presence so - so evil.."
Agenis said, "Don't worry. Draconeus will placed in a safe "cell". He will not
be handled by anyone."
Tamysan nodded and Gorjon led her away with a slight frown on his face. Soon
it would be time for the Scribes to head back for Doom.
The man-sword, Draconeus, though "blinded" by the scabbard could feel them
leave. If he had been free and weilded by a strong arm, he surely would have
slaughtered the whole lot of them for what they had done to him. First he
would have sliced open the ones who cast the spell upon him. Next he would
have got his revenge on the ones who set him up for this! All this fuss over
whores..it was not like they were virgins! They would have enjoyed it
eventually. He knew that they would have. But now..now he was a weapon with
all the desires of a man trapped within! Death would have been better than
this fate! He cursed the gods - he cursed everyone who had a hand in his
downfall!
He felt himself being carried. Through the scabbard he could feel that he was
being carried by a male. Even in this short time, he knew the difference. When
Moonsilk and Tamysan had touched him, he found he could release his energies
upon them. He felt a sexual thrill from it and it was sweet torture. When the
witch doctor held him , he felt nothing but a desire to slash her face to
ribbons - slice it down to the bone. Gorjon too would have felt his vengance
as well.
Stopped. Then he felt himself being lowered into something, and then a hiss of
a lock. Buried alive! Blind, deaf! No touch, no sensation! He would go mad
here! He would go mad until he wouldn't have no choice but to repent! He would
be a man again then - but at what cost?
No..no..he needed to think and this dark place would be the perfect place to
think for now. His will was strong - always had been. His hate would keep him
alive. He would survive this and he would live again as a man - a whole man.
And when he was a whole man, he would exact his revenge and take his pleasure
at it...
Yes..he would think..there would be a way..there was always a way around
things..Draconeus chuckled to himself, unheard and unseen....
to be continued (as soon as I can figure out how to get this here thing a
going! Feel free to add, etc..)
tam
"Flesh and Bone" One


I have the feeling this will be a long un! Hold on to your hats - and YES I amworking on "Skin Deep" and "Unlikely Alliances"

It was a quiet room where people rarely came although many wanted to. They had
heard of the unusual punishment meted out to the Rice-A Rapist - as he was
coined by the media when news leaked out. Of course Agenis forbid it and this
made curiosity all the more prevalent. However, soon some other news came to
the forefront and the novelty of a man trapped within a sword lost it's appeal
to the jaded press.
There was always a guard posted near the cell, which was actually a long metal
lined box. It was placed upon a small dais and was always secured. The guards
were forbidden to go near the object and so far no one even dared, for the
sword was rumored to have an evil within that would destroy the one weilding
it. It was funny how legends could be born in such a short time.
For the most part however, the sword was simply a nuisance. Some of the guards
thought that maybe it was Agenis idea of punishment to guard the sword in a
room where nothing happened.
But one day something did...
Agenis looked over the list of exotic supplies that were being sent to Doom
that day. She smiled. The Scribes and Lotor would enjoy all the things that
she would be sending. Rare perfumes, bath salts and oils. Silk fabrics from
Rice-A's famed Costal Isles and many more wonderful things. In a way Agenis
was making up for the incident that happened when the Scribes were here last.
Rape was non-existent on Rice-A until Draconeus. She still felt guilt over it.
Agenis smiled. Good, everything was running smoothly and all security checks
were clean. She just couldn't wait for the shipment to go to Doom. She was
sure they would all be pleased..
C'aarl was on "Sword duty" as the other guards named it. It was the most
tiresome duty. No women to flirt with, no other guards to play cards with,
nothing! C'aarl sighed heavily and looked at his chrono. Damn! Six more hours
to go!
He yawned making his ears pop. He leaned against one of the walls. Shoot he
was nearly falling asleep! Nothing ever happened here anyway. He closed his
eyes..
Darkness, white sound, a nothingness. Yet, his heart still beat, his mind
still worked, and his inner desires were still as strong as ever...Imprisoned
in the very sinews of his own body - made into an inanimate object -a weapon
of war never used. How ironic that he was turned into the very thing that some
said was the epitome of what a man's sexual organ was - a sword. Draconius
felt the gods truly had a twisted sense of humor.
Yes, he was a sword with no sheath to fit himself into save his own. If he
could smile, he would have smiled wryly at the thought. He burned. He still
burned for the touch and the feel of a woman. He could still remember the last
touches of women upon him - in his inanimate form. His energy flowing through
them. It almost felt as if his hands were upon their flesh! Why did the gods
curse him for simply following his desires? Other men could! Lotor was a prime
example of that...
But he had worked all thought that. He was alert. He could still sense things
and sometimes even hear them. He had been thinking and working his will,
making the form he was in move a little. His "exercise" he called it.
Draconius had ample time to make the use of his mind - something he had never
to do before. He learned in his isolation how powerful the mind and will could
be. It was what helped him to stay sane in his prison. And now..now it was
time. He felt it. He needed to get off Rice-A, and go to where THEY were.
It would be easy. He had been "experimenting" with the various guards who
guarded him. Draconius was grateful for the isolation of his "cell" for it
allowed him to able to do so. He practiced probing into their minds a little
at a time, much like one would deflower a virgin - if one were of a mind to.
He had always had a latent power of mindspeak but had never honed it. With his
captivity, it had been allowed to bloom. It was now time for the ultimate in
control. He had one chance and now he would take it.and he would start with
the fool guard..
to be continued!!

"Flesh and Bone" - Two


Tamysan and Gorjon sat at a small table off the entrance of the Scibe's part
of the harem. Tamy was blushing furiously and Gorjon was laughing.
"Well, I see you like my gift.." he said teasingly.
"I - I do not!" she stammered, not wanting to admit it. The gift was beautiful
- a sheer white nightgown, beautifully done. Made for a queen in fact.
Gorjon whispered. "Someday perhaps you will wear it for me...perhaps
tonight.." He nipped her ear playfully. "Perhaps now?"
"Gorjon!" Tamy backed away and then she started to laugh.The man was bold! No
wonder he and Lotor were friends!
"Hmm..you find the offer tempting?" Gorjon smiled seductively.
"No!" Tamy sputtered, getting up. Gorjon quickly got up as well, pulled her to
him and kissed her.
"NOW do you find it tempting?" he asked.
"No.." Tamy said stubbornly. "Let me go.."
Gorjon kissed her again - this time slowly and passonately. He lifted his head
from Tamysan's and said, "Now?"
Tamysan, dizzy with the kiss, murmured, "Now.."
"All right..as my Queen wishes!" Gorjon suddenly scooped her up in his arms
and started to carry her to her chambers!
"Gorjon! Put me down!" Tamysan cried out.
"Well, you DID say now..my Queen.." Gorjon smiled.
"That's NOT what I meant, Gorjon and you know it!" she laughed unable to
really stay mad. He had such charm - like Lotor.
"Hmmm..maybe you did, hmm? You've denied yourself ever since coming back from
Rice-A. This I understand and I know that Lotor has understood. But you cannot
go on denying yourself. You are a very passionate one despite your modest
demeanor." This he said in a serious tone.
"Gorjon, You try going through what happened on Rice-A and what happened here
with - " She bit her tongue not wanting to reveal her very close call with
Zarkon.
"Zarkon?" Gorjon's face darkened. "Yes. I know something of it but not all.
Lotor is also puzzled by your silence on it. You are normally so open about
everything."
"Gorjon, please.." she buried her face in his chest, not wanting to really
talk about it. He became contrite and like Lotor did not want to push her on
it. He knew that life in the Scribe's Harem, as safe as it was under Lotor's
protection was still vulerable to the machinations of King Zarkon. As long as
he was able and alive, Zarkon would try to use the Scribes for his own
pleasure, for they were the cream of the crop. It was partly why Gorjon stuck
with Lotor as bodyguard - to protect him from his father and to protect the
Scribes - especially the one in his arms. He knew she loved Lotor like all the
Scribes did and was loyal to him. Gorjon sensed some great plan at work
underneath the surface, but he would wait patiently for her. She had struck at
his heart so unexpectedly. He would take what she had to give for now. Perhaps
one day she would say yes to his offer of becoming his Queen, but for now, he
needed to comfort her.
"Shhhh" he said, carrying her to her room. While still holding her, she
punched in the code and allowed him to carry her in. Previously she had never
allowed him to enter her room, afraid that he would take advantage of her.
Gorjon placed her on her bed gently and sat beside her, stroking her hair. He
bent and kissed her gently, wanting it to be more, but he would not be as that
dog, Draconius was - forcing himself on a woman.
"Thank you, Gorjon." she said.
He knew what she was thanking him for and he nodded. "I only want to love you
when you are ready for me to love you.."
He then smiled, "Of course that doesn't mean I still won't keep trying to
convince you!"
She playfully slapped his arm. "Oh, you! You're as bad as Lotor! You hang
around him too much!"
"I have to, my Queen. I am after all, his personal guard. Speaking of.." he
looked at his chrono. "I am due for duty in five minutes.."
Tamysan smiled, "Then give me a goodbye kiss.."
This started Gorjon but he quickly recovered and kissed her.
He made it on duty with a minute to spare...
to be continued...
"Flesh and Bone" - Three


"C'aarl…" A voice very much like his own reverberated in his mind. Damn, he
must be bored - imagining things more than likely. He thought of his woman,
Jade and smiled. He was going to meet her tonight. That would make up for this
boring duty.
"C'aarl.." the voice seemed to chuckle. "You don't really want to do this do
you? You have other things to do.."
"Damn right.." C'aarl muttered to himself. He could think of infinitely better
things to do than guarding a stupid sword that nobody gave a damn about.
"C'aarl, you'd like to see the sword wouldn't you? It's very interesting. The
one who holds it will gain much power. Why do you think Agenis keeps it so
well guarded? She's afraid, C'aarl.."
Afraid of losin' her power - the high and mighty little..C'aarl thought.
"Bitch?" the voice whispered. "Yes. Women were never meant to wield power,
were they C'aarl? No. They're meant for men to enjoy at their leisure. Why
would the gods bestow such beautiful soft forms to them for anything else?"
C'aarl's eyes were hard. Yes, why would they indeed? Even Jade sometimes got
high and mighty with him when he wanted to enjoy himself. It wouldn't hurt
her.
C'aarl's eyes then wandered to the cell where the sword lay, undisturbed. What
would it hurt to take a peek? Vanewal had handled the sword and said it was
made of actual flesh and bone. The gold jewels embedded in it were real eyes
and the sheath was made of living skin. When Vanewal touched it, he swore it
was alive. The other guards figured he was drunk, but they were all relieved
when the sword was placed in it's prison. What would it hurt? It would give
him something to tell Jade later.
The voice within his mind whispered, "C'aarl, time is valuable..come..touch
the sword - true power will be yours. Jade would never refuse you then.
Perhaps you could even have Agenis if you play your cards right..bring her
down a few notches. It would be most enjoyable, C'aarl, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, it would.." C'aarl spoke aloud to himself. He was in a daze now as he
punched in the code to release the field the sword was trapped within. He went
to the dais and touched the case. It thrummed with life. C'aarl drew back
fearfully.
"Now, now, C'aarl. Surely you don't fear power? You are a man. You can handle
power. Do you want Agenis to wield such power? Power is dangerous in a woman.
Go on, C'aarl.." the voice wheedled.
C'aarl hesitated again and the voice hissed impatiently. "Do it, C'aarl! Do
something that will change your sad pathetic life! Do it now!"
C'aarl suddenly became angry. He had wanted more out of his life than he had
received. He would do it!
He opened the case and it hissed as it opened, the seals releasing. He gazed
at the sword, hidden in it's scabbard of blue skin and muscle. He touched it -
Nothing.
"C'aarl.." the voice chuckled. "Take your gloves off and take the sword out of
it's sheath and heft it. Only then will you gain the power you seek - the
power to control, to dominate."
C'aarl did as he was asked and a moment later, he held the sword in his hands,
marveling in it. He could feel the heartbeat, the skin and tissue alive with
life. The jeweled eyes seemed to look at him in amusement. As he held the
sword, C'aarl felt energy run up his arm and then fill his whole body. He felt
glorious!
The voice chuckled, "Power does feel good, doesn't it, C'aarl?"
"Y-yes! I feel as if I could conquer a thousand worlds!" C'aarl said
jubilantly. Nothing could go wrong as long as he held the sword - nothing! He
would be his own man now! C'aarl continued to revel in the sensations coursing
through him not noticing anything else.
The voice within his mind, stronger now, said with a mirthless chuckle. "Of
course, C'aarl. You do know what they say about power…"
C'aarl suddenly felt a pulling from within as if his very soul were leaving
his body! He struggled with whatever was trying to pull him apart.
"No!!!" he cried out, trying to release the sword. It stuck to his grasp. He
could not let it go. His struggles were useless. C'aarl was suddenly spun into
inky blackness - a nothingness. He writhed in pain. Where was he? Then he saw
- himself - yellowish looking, as if he were looking through glass or jewels.
He saw himself smiling wickedly, looking down at the sword - the sword which
he knew he was now in. He heard a muffled laugh and then his own voice
speaking.
"Power corrupts, C'aarl..You should know that." He laughed, a irritating
chuckle. He continued. "Power is for those who can use it, and I intend to."
C'aarl wanted to scream at the thing that was in his body, but he had no voice
- not anymore. He was hurting too.
The man - for C'aarl wouldn't acknowledge that it was himself - said, "I
should go and visit your Jade, C'aarl. I am sure she is ready for a real man
to give her a good lay, but time is very short here. Besides from what I see
of your memory, Jade is comely, but not beautiful. I demand a higher quality
of wench for my bed.." he grinned and then continued, " I heard there are some
gifts going to Doom and I think I will include one of my own. You, my stupid
fool, are going on a little trip - at least until you have fulfilled my
purposes. Don't worry, my friend, you'll be brought back to your miserable
self. For now, we have to make sure that nothing is amiss. We must make sure
no degenerate makes off with the sword, now shouldn't we?"
C'aarl could do nothing. Whoever this man was, he was a madman. For the first
time in years C'aarl prayed. He prayed that this man would keep his word and
let him go back to himself. He would make amends. Marry Jade as he was always
promising and putting off. He would be the man he always wanted to be…
To be continued..

"Flesh and Bone" - Four


Ah!! Draconius thought..freedom! He took a deep satisfying gulp of air. He
had outwitted them at last! He smirked. How dare they take him to their great
priest Satah and turn him at that antiquated Festival of theirs! He remembered
that idiot Cossack daring to carry him to that damned celibate priest. At that
point he had not been as strong as he was now, but he could have taken
Cossack's weak mind. Instead he bided his time - he had so much of it after
all. But when he was brought into the room, he felt himself flung outward from
the priest. Draconius swore then that he would be as powerful as Satah - only
his power would be for his own purposes…
Gods, he remembered that time so clearly not so long ago! He only saw through
his gold eyes briefly, but he saw them. They had been bent over attending to
that fool Cossack's face putting on some kind of paint upon it.
His eyes looked over them hungrily, possessively, memorizing each curve and
fine line, the way their hair hung down - each so different from the other. He
fantasized about them - about what he would do to them when he was free. These
and thoughts of revenge on all those who imprisoned him tortured him. The
thought of repentance did not cross his mind. He was much like his unknown
father in that respect…
He smiled as he gazed down at his former prison. One half of his plan had
succeeded. Now he needed to make sure that his presence would not be missed.
How to do it? He rifled through C'aarl's mind, searching for something that
would help him. Fortunately, the cell that he had been in was very isolated
with only guards placed on the outside.
Still holding the sword, he strode over to the dais and clicked the case shut.
He placed the stasis field over it and quickly found a way to erase C'aarl's
earlier transaction. No one would know that the case had been tampered with.
He placed the sword in the skin sheath and placed it on his belt. He then was
able to cover it with the half-cloak he wore. He winced. He would have to be
very careful handling the sword and the corresponding scabbard. He was still
connected to it, for all that he was inhabiting a new body.
Hitting C'aarl's com, he said in C'aaryl's voice, "Hey Rau, wanna take over
for fifteen minutes? Need a break."
"Aw, come on, C'ar! I'm kinda busy..I think I just about got Ridda to give me
some time.."
Draconius inwardly snarled and thought, ..I don't CARE about your third rate
whore!..but he said, "Rau, I COULD mention to Metal Britches about you going
off your post to diddle with one of the maids.."
"Damn, C'aarl! You wouldn't!" Rau said.
"Take over for me then - fifteen minutes tops." He said.
"All right, I'm coming down.." Rau said and the com shut off.
A moment later, Rau appeared, none too happy and took over the post. Draconius
smiled and said, "I owe ya, Rau.."
"Yeah.." Rau said dejectedly.
Draconius left, walking in C'aarl's gait. Once he was out of sight, he strode
purposely down the hall, a cold smile on his face. He needed to find someone
on his way to Doom, someone who had access to the Castle or better yet to the
Harem. Then his plan would begin in earnest. He was thankful he had inherited
something of use from his whore of a mother - who had been a minor Drulean
mage. He smiled as he pulled his helmet visor over his face. Soon, very soon
he would have what he wanted..
To be continued!
"Flesh and Bone" - Five


"Did you enjoy the Festival of Light, Tamy?" Moon asked as they walked around
the private garden of the Scribes. Moon, as of late, had a most peaceful look
on her face. She and Lotor had mended their differences - well they still had
some tussles but it was the normal thing. For the most part, Moon was secure
now, especially since the Festival. In fact, all of the Scribes felt a sense
of renewal and of uniqueness for they had been given the rare privilege of not
only going but also participating.
Tamy smiled. "Yes, I did. Sorta reminded me of a revival of sorts.."
Moon giggled. "Oh man! Tamy!"
"It did! But it was spiritual. I felt very much a part of it all." She giggled
suddenly. "Gorjon's been BEGGING me to do that dance that Membakey's wives
taught us."
"You did tell him that it was only for the chiefs, didn't you?" Moon giggled.
"Oh that didn't deter him He just smiled and said if I consented to be his
Queen, then he WOULD be a chief and then I'd have to dance for him.." Tamy
said, picking a bloom.
Moon said, "Can't believe Lotor's actually said he could go back to his planet
to be a king.."
"Neither do I. Don't let Zarkon get wind of it tho..I asked Lotor and he did
admit it although I think he is afraid I will take Gorjon up on his offer.
Perhaps one day I will, who knows? But for now, I have the feeling I must stay
here with Lotor. Strange, isn't it?"
"No.." Moon sighed, leaning against a balcony. "I've had that feeling ever
since the Festival too. Sometimes I feel a strong pull - this kind of destiny
thing. I know..weird huh? The goddess of pervology on a destiny trip.."
"No not at all, I mean you heard and saw Satah and the way they accepted us.
Lotor said they've never done that before. He was an honored man there."
Moon nodded and they turned around to head back for the Harem quarters. Tamy
said, "Man, I am glad the old man has been gone for awhile. Better he be on
Tyrus than here on Doom.."
Moon said with a frown. "He just got back."
"Great.." Tamy frowned. She had been running into Zarkon's hand's once too
often lately.
"Don't worry. He won't be around for a day or two. He's too busy supervising
the unloading of his treasures from Tyrus.." Moon said.
"Good.." We certainly don't need him around - not after the Festival.."
Moon smiled. "Yeah..that's a high point all right.. let's just pray he never
really finds out Lotor's secret.."
"Amen to that.." Tamy smiled. "Hey, wanna go bait Cossack? We haven't done
that lately!"
"Sure!" Moonie giggled. A day without baiting poor Cossack was a rare one!
**************
He walked up to where they were loading up the ship and watched one of the
guards - he was attired in a familiar uniform - very similar to what he used
to wear. He was of Lotor's guard. Draconius knew him vaguely. He had stayed
behind on Rice-A since he had a wife here. He smiled coldly. Yes, he would be
of use to him. But he needed to get him isolated.
Draconius lifted up his visor and put a solemn look on his face. He carefully
gripped the sword in one of his hands, covering it with his cloak. He grimaced
at the feel of the handle - his muscle and sinew. He pulled it out of the
scabbard of skin carefully and approached the guard loading up a box.
"Excuse me.." he said, tapping the guard on the shoulder. The guard looked up.
Draconius kept a straight face. "I am sorry for disturbing you. I am of Queen
Agenis' guard. I have a message about your wife. She - has been hurt.."
"What? Thella!? No..the baby.." the guard paled.
"Come, this way. She is in the med lab. The doctors are with her.."
"A - and our child?" the guard glanced at him worriedly.
"I don't know..come with me.." Draconius said steadily.
The guard followed him, concern for his wife overshadowing his usual caution.
Draconius lead him down a deserted corridor. Suddenly, he grabbed the guard
ruthlessly by the neck in an Academy hold, temporarily stunning him. Draconius
held the bone knife to his neck.
"Now, my friend, you shall cooperate with me, or your pretty wife will pay for
it.." Draconius hissed.
The guard said, "What do you want?"
"I? I merely want to "borrow" you for awhile, my friend. I need a ride to
Doom.." Draconius smiled, took the sword and ran it across his neck in a light
motion. The guard jerked. He expected blood to run down his neck but none
came.
Draconius suddenly felt a rush of power sweep through him as the sword cut a
shallow mark in the guard's neck. So there was an advantage to being connected
to the sword after all! Draconius hissed and then concentrated. He felt
another rush and then he saw his former host, C'aarl crumple to the floor in a
heap, gasping. He was now in the guard's body. Draconius could sense that the
hapless C'aarl was now in his own form and the guard - his name was Teelus was
now within the blade. He quickly grabbed the sword from where it fell,
wincing. He simply needed to find a better way to protect "his" skin on the
sword.
Before C'aarl could fully recover from being switched from one place to
another, Draconius grabbed him up by his collar and grinned.
"See, C'aarl.. I did keep my promise. You have been returned to your own
body.."
C'aarl looked at him mutely, his very soul wracked from the pain he had
suffered within the sword. He only wanted to get away from this evil man.
Draconius smirked. "Of course I didn't say how LONG it would be, now did I?"
Suddenly, Draconius took the sword and stabbed it into C'aarl's lower torso,
feeling the rush of power again, this time much stronger. C'aarl moaned, too
weak to scream as Draconius ripped the sword up though his chest. Amazingly,
through this grisly act, no blood flowed from the gaping mess of C'aarl's
chest. Instead the blood ran up through the bone of the knife blade, the
muscles working and the heart pumping as the blood circulated though it.
Draconius dropped C'aarl's lifeless body to the ground, glowing with new found
strength and vigor. By the gods, he could live forever this way! He had the
feeling though that it wouldn't work on a woman - not in the same way which
suited him anyway. He held the sword and looked into the jeweled eyes which
held fear and confusion in them and he laughed.
"Well done, Teelus, my friend..now let's clean up our little mess, shall we?"
He put the sword back carefully in it's scabbard and then went about the
buisness of hiding C'aarl. He saw a trash disposal and smiled. Agenis liked to
keep Rice-A tidy for all the sluts that visited. No trash ever accumulated on
Rice-A. The trash shredder on Rice-A could take just about anything. Perhaps
they could take a body too. It wouldn't matter anyway. He would be long gone
from here by then. He stuffed C'aarl's body into the shredder, and instantly
it started to work. He knew that after shredding, the machine would then use
lazon to disintergrate the rest of the "trash". No muss. No fuss.
He walked away, again taking care to hide his sword. He went back to the ship
to load the supplies in again. Of course he was met with a pleasant surprise -
his "wife" or rather Teelus' - come to say goodbye. Draconius looked at her
hungrily, little caring at the moment that she was not the most comely of
women. He took her to a secluded place and there he plundered her ruthlessly,
sating himself with her quickly. It was not near as satisfying as taking a
beautiful Scribe, but he needed the release and Teelus' wife was most
accommodating. The ship soon left and Teelus' wife went home, little
suspecting that she had mated with a monster…
To be continued!

"Flesh and Bones" Six


Here's Six..and yes it's mushy. I kNOW Dom & Moonie WILL demand details..hehehe..tam

"Keep your eyes closed." Gorjon warned Tamysan as he propelled her in the
room.
"Gorjon, what are you up to?" she giggled, taking a little girl delight in
suprises.
"You'll see.." he said mysteriously and sat her down in a comfortable chair.
"Hold out your hands.."
He placed what felt like a velvet flat case on her hands. He said, "Open your
eyes.."
She did and she looked down. He said, "Open it.."
Tamy opened the box and inside lay a diamond tiara - something a queen or a
princess would wear.
"Gorjon, it's very beautiful." She said truthfully.
"My mother wore that crown.." he said quietly.
"Lotor let you keep it?" she asked.
"Yes. He is as sentimental as I - though neither he or I would admit it.." he
grinned. "Put it on, I'd like to see it on you."
"Oh no, Gorjon. I couldn't.."
He came over, took the tiara from the box and gently placed it on her head.
"It looks perfect on you.." he murmured.
Tamy blushed and smiled a little. "Gorjon, please. You know what I said.."
"Yes.." He bent and took the tiara from her head and placed it back in the
case. The diamonds winked up at her.
Gorjon straightened up and smiled. "But that is now. The future holds infinite
possibilities.." then he smirked. "Besides it is not only MEN who can have
multiple spouses at one time.."
"What?" Tamysan's eyes widened. "You're kidding, right?"
"You were there at the Festival and you did not see the wives who had more
than one husband? I know you saw the warrior woman with the male harem…"
Tamy blushed. She certainly did! They were gorgeous!
Gorjon laughed. "Lotor would not mind after a time to allow you a second
husband.."
"Gosh! Y'all do do things different here.." she shook her head.
'What is this 'y'all?' I hear you say it sometimes.." Gorjon looked puzzled.
Tamy laughed. "It means "you all"..a plural term meaning a group.."
"Ah, I see.." he smiled as he took the box away and placed in a stasis
security safe. He came to her, took her hand and helped her out of the chair.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently.
"Hmmm..am I a "y'all?" he teased.
She giggled as she leaned into him. She could feel that he was aroused and
couldn't resist.
"Hmmm..right now you are.." she teased back, smiling sweetly.
"Ha! It's because you tease me, wench.." he smirked.
"I do not, Gorjon. It's just that.." she looked a little troubled.
"You think I will think badly of you, yes? You think I am like Draconius?" he
said his name with a snarl.
Tamy bowed her head a little. This gave him the answer he needed. He lifted
her chin up to where she faced him.
"I am not Draconius, and if I had my way I would have gelded him on the spot
for what he tried to do to you. Lotor would have too. He was in a rage over it
as was I.": Gorjon leaned over and gently kissed her. "A real man would value
a woman for all things, not just her body. Lotor is not the only one who feels
that way, and I am not saying that in order for you to give yourself to me."
"And if I did?" Tamy looked him in the eye.
"Then I would feel the same - and I would keep hoping that someday you would
grant me your love.." Gorjon smiled.
"That is very sweet.." Tamy blushed.
He kissed her again, deeply and pulled away smiling. "Not as sweet as you.."
She felt a warmth within her as Gorjon held her pressed against him. Her mind
whirled with all the possibilities of a moment. She felt a sudden desire to
simply be with him - to see him, touch him, be a part of him if only for a
while. It had nothing to do with her love for Lotor and it was not simple lust
either. She couldn't explain it. Since she had been here in Lotor's harem, she
found that the rules of relationships were no longer the same as they had been
in her world. It was indeed possible to love more than one man, and for one
man to love sincerely more than one woman. Odd how she had adapted so quickly
and shed her narrow upbringing.
Tamy reached up (for Gorjon, as most Drules were was tall) and leaned up to
kiss him. Gorjon complied by leaning down. They bumped their noses and
laughed.
"That hurt! You have a hard nose. Captain of the guard.." she teased.
"Hmmm..let me kiss it well.." Gorjon bent and kissed her nose playfully.
Tamysan laughed and placed a finger on her lips. "It hurts here too.."
"Oh?" Gorjon smiled and kissed her.
"Umm..it hurts in other places too.." she smiled.
"Well, we simply can't have that.." Gorjon suddenly scooped her up and she let
him, feeling giddy. He carried her to his bedchamber.
She quickly forgot Draconius' touch…
To be continued!

"Flesh and Bone" - Seven - (racy! whee!)


WHEW!! I gotta get something COLD to drink after this one..Dom, Moon, this
chapters for y'all! It's not GRAPHIC, GRAPHIC but it should do the
trick..enjoy..( I know I did!) tam
Seven

The flight to Doom was without incident. Draconius easily rifled through the
"files" of Teelus' memory. He knew just about everything about the man -
including the fact that he had been with one of Lotor's regular Harem girls.
He would definitely take advantage of that when he reached Castle Doom. He
smiled, absently fingering the hilt of the sword where Teelus' essence lay
trapped. He looked down and frowned. Damn the thing! Despite his "escape" it
was still a part of him. He needed to find a way to separate himself from it.
Perhaps the old hag would have a solution in that lab of hers.
He mulled through his plans over and over again. He may still be connected to
the sword, but he could switch from host to host, body to body. He could be
anyone or no one. He would be able to take what he wanted and no one would be
able to identify him! He would be able to see the fear in their eyes then. He
would revel in his dominance over and over again.
He thought of his revenge. Oh, it would be very sweet! That fool Gorjon would
pay dearly for reporting him, humiliating him. Oh yes. Soon he would know what
it was like to be accused and sentenced. Draconius would give him a taste of
his own suffering.within the sword. He knew that anyone within the sword would
be able to see everything around them. He would take the women he wanted and
then make sure that Gorjon would take the blame - if he didn't kill him first.
Draconius also thought of Moonsilk - such an appropriate name for the little
slut and of Tamysan, the one who dared to disobey him. If Moonsilk had not
identified him - if Tamysan had not screamed, he would have never been
sentenced to a living death! It was their fault and Gorjon's. Gorjon would
either die or he would remain in the sword. As for the little sluts, he didn't
know if he would kill them or not. He didn't like wasting such beauty, for he
both loved and hated women for that very fact. He would take them though. They
would not get away this time. He would see their beautiful faces and he would
know that he ruled them utterly. Draconius smiled.
Although his face was of a stranger's, his cold smile was chillingly so like
another's - but of course he did not know this, having never known his father…
"Gorjon.." she murmured, clinging to his neck helplessly - well not so
helplessly, for she moved with him, driving him crazy.
"Gods.." he whispered against her lips, "Do you do this on purpose? You're so
- " Gorjon suddenly kissed her neck hungrily and moved a bit faster making HER
crazy!
"Gorjon.." she groaned as pleasure rushed through her again. Gorjon was almost
as exhausting as Lotor was! Or maybe it was because she had abstained.
Whatever it was, he was wonderful and he made her feel wonderful too - not
just physically but mentally and spritually - just as Lotor could do.
He drove faster, harder and he looked into her eyes. He kissed her fiercely -
a warrior's kiss and she returned it just as fiercely. His eyes held a myriad
of emotions - all of love and desire.
"Please.." she said. "I want - "
He cut her off with a kiss. He murmured. "I know what you want...."
A moment later, she cried out with him and together they flew up high, their
muscles clenching and their bodies as close as they could be without merging.
So intense, dear god, so intense. She trembled as she came down from such a
peak. Gorjon breathed heavily and rested his head in the crook of her neck,
his hands wrapped around her waist. A few moments later, her eyes closed in
bliss, Gorjon kissed her.
"I think you have a warrior woman in your veins.." he chuckled.
Tamy smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Well my mama's people came
from the Cherokee Indians and my great-great- grandpa fought in the Civil War
- the Confederate side - so maybe there is.."
Gorjon tightened his grip on her. "Hmm..Civil War. Earth history. I know a
little." He suddenly smiled. "Tell me, what is a "Yankee?"
She giggled and stretched against him. "Ummm..anyone who doesn't live in the
South and wore a blue uniform in the War.." she looked at him thoughtfully,
"Hmm..YOU'RE blue.." she giggled.
"I am NOT blue, impetuous wench.." he growled playfully. "I am azure.."
"Blue..means you're a Yankee.." she teased.
"I am not - " Gorjon was cut off by her kiss and her laugh.
Tamy wriggled against him and said, "Hmmm..by the feel of things, the South
WILL rise again!" Gorjon groaned as her hand touched him gently.
Gorjon noted her playful tone and said, "Will? It has, you vixen and you know
it.." he nibbled on her ear.
"Hmmm.yes.." she cooed. Her neck and ears always were her weak spot. She
smiled up at him, "Wanna play "Yankee officer captures the Southern belle
spy?"
Gorjon groaned. Her hand was doing delightful things to him! He would play any
game with her as long as she stayed with him. He smiled, dipped his head
against her neck and nipped it gently.
"Oh suh! You ARE a scallawag!" she giggled…
To be continued!!

"Flesh and Bone" - Eight
You WANT something to read? I'll give you something to read!


Draconius smiled as he walked the dark corridors of Doom Castle. This place
had always suited him so well. So dark, so forboding. Fear eminated from the
walls of this place and this too suited him. How he would have enjoyed ruling
this dark place. If things had been different perhaps he could have. For all
he knew he could have been a son of a king - rot his mother's soul. She was a
true whore - tooks favors and money until no one would pay to see her anymore.
Her magic gone, a memory.
A stray thought of a dancing toy floating in the air and a child's laughter.
His - when he knew no better. His lips thinned to a straight line. No he would
never forget that it was she who had abandoned him to the streets of Dengar.
She who had ran off with some stranger, never to be heard from again. He shook
his head to clear the thought and felt a sudden weakness in him. Since he had
landed on Doom, he had noticed sudden spells of weakness come over him. He
touched the sword by his side reassuringly and felt his strength come back. He
needed to rid himself of this body, it was not strong enough to hold him, it
seemed. Draconius smiled. He knew of a perfect body - one that would be
strong enough and one which would give him sweet revenge as well.
Just then he noticed a woman - no a young teenaged girl come out of one of the
rooms. She was a maid by her modest garb. She was good-looking but not
stunning - not like the Scribes he had wanted, but she had a nice figure.
Suddenly he felt that hunger in him again. He had a desire to dominate, to
take for his own that bit of flesh. Draconius' steps quickened behind the
girl, who didn't notice at first the footsteps but then she turned her head
and gasped, startled.
Draconius smiled at her and the girl turned away, blushing and hurrying her
steps. He followed, a grin of anticipation on his face. A rush of adrenelin
came over him as he quickly pursued her. The girl gasped again and broke into
a run. He easily caught her and brutally clamped his hands over her mouth and
waist, dragging her away to a darkened corner. She struggled, wide-eyed with
fear. Draconius only smiled, drawing her closer to him, his desires strong...
"Hmmm...Gorjon..stop..let me up!" Tamysan giggled as Gorjon tried to pull her
back into bed.
"Tired of me already?" he teased.
"No..but we have to get up sometimes, silly!" Tamysan proceeded to get
dressed.
Gorjon laid in his bed, content to watch her dress until she said, "Umm..don't
you have to be on duty in uh - twenty minutes?"
He looked at his bedside chron. "Dah! Wench! You didn't TELL me we were in bed
that long!"
He scrambled up nude out of bed and Tamy giggled as she saw him grabbing for
his uniform pants.
"You wouldn't LET me! Are you SURE you're not Lotor's brother?" she teased and
then nearly giggled as he nearly fell over putting on his pants.
He glared at her and she smirkingly handed him the rest of his uniform and she
continued to dress. A few moments later they were both dressed and Gorjon
escorted her back to the Scribes Harem.
At the entrance he held her a little and said, "See how it could be for us?
Consider me.." he kissed her lightly.
"I have and I will continue to do so, Gorjon.." she murmured.
"Then you will stay with Lotor for now." he looked a little disappointed.
"I feel I must for some reason, Gorjon. I have the feeling that it is
important. You said yourself that I could have more than one husband." she
smiled slightly.
"So I did.." he smirked. "Hmmm..as you Terrans say, 'me and my big mouth.."
Tamy laughed and said, "You better go, Gorjon."
He kissed her again and left. Tamy watched him go with a smile and turned to
go into the door of the Harem. As she opened it, another figure was coming out
- it was Zarkon.
He fixed her with that ugly shark's grin of his and said. "Well, well, one of
my son's Scribes wandering the Castle! Where have YOU been, my dear?"
******************
Draconius stood over the forms on the floor - the unconscious maid and the
quite dead Teelus - his body of no further use to Draconius now. He smiled as
he looked down at his new body - a guard of Zarkon's named Zaretha. Oh yes, he
would do nicely.
He idly kicked at Teelus' body on the floor which of course he couldn't feel.
He looked with interest at his bloodless gaping wound that the sword had
inflicted. Gad, the energy he had received! Teelus must have had a mage in his
blood somewhere, the jolt of energy had been just what he needed after the
girl.
The girl..Draconius smiled preditorially, squatted down and caressed the
girl's naked bottom almost fondly. She had been a virgin which suprised him.
He didn't think there WERE virgins in Castle Doom. Oh well, she had probably
been a tease anyway.
He reached up and caressed a lock of her dirty blond hair. She had been good
though not as good as Scribe would have been. Oh no. A Scribe - or at least
the two he wanted would know the nuances of what he was doing to them.
When he had taken the girl, he fantasized about them both, their eyes wide
with the realization that it was Draconius taking them, Draconius that owned
them - the same Draconius they tried to deny, to lock away, simply because he
wanted a bit of pleasure from ones so able to give it. He smiled coldly and
got up. He really should kill her, but he would not. Let her live with the
memory of his posession of her. After all, her attacker was here beside her -
let them believe he had killed himself out of remorse.
He frowned again at Teelus' body. He had nearly gotten away, but in the end he
had fallen. When Zaretha had come across him, nearly just after he had taken
the girl, Draconius had seized the moment of his shock and drove him out into
the sword, pushing Teelus back into his own body and he into Zaretha's. When
Teelus had tried to get away, he had seen the unconscious bruised body of the
maid and then had realized HE had done that and crumpled to his knees.
Draconius then killed him quite easily, just like he had done to C'aarl. He
took Teelus' laser pistol from his holster and fired it into Teelus' chest at
close range, making it look like he had shot himself. The lack of blood he
would not worry about at the moment. He placed the pistol in Teelus' right
hand and made sure he gripped it firmly. His gloves would keep his own prints
from showing up. He smiled at his handiwork. The maid would wake up and she
would identify Teelus as her attacker.
As for him, he was bound for bigger and better things. Draconius patted the
sword at his side lightly, pulled his cape over it and walked off down the
hall....
to be continued!

"Flesh and Blood" - Nine


Tamy answered Zarkon calmly, "It's Lotor's business where I've been, not
yours. Now let me by."
Zarkon snarled. "You wenches are most disrespectful of me. I should throw you
all to the roebeasts!"
"You know you won't, Zarkon." She said as she went towards the door again.
"Now let me by, please.."
He grinned. "And what if I don't?"
Tamy grimaced. She did not like running into Zarkon. She didn't like touching
him in any way, shape or form.
Instead she said, "Zarkon, just leave all alone. We don't want you. We don't
find you attractive in any way. None of us will ever, EVER have sex with you -
no matter what you do! So just leave us alone! Go to your own harem - they're
starved for sex - even from you!"
"I don't want those old hags, wench! I want a Scribe!…Now then are you coming
quietly with me or will I have to carry you out?"
She looked at him wide-eyed. He wouldn't listen! The man wouldn't listen to
the truth!
"I ain't goin'.."Tamy said ominously. "I'm tired of this crap.."
"So am I - I shouldn't have asked, my dear.." he grabbed her arm, yanking it
and her down the hall with him as he stomped off in the direction of his
section of the castle. Tamy yanked, squirmed and tried in every way to escape,
but his grip was very strong. As he dragged her down the hall, one of his
guards came up to him in a hurry.
"Sire.." the tall, massive guard bowed respectfully.
"What the hell is it, Zanetha?" Zarkon growled as he kept a grip on Tamy's
arm.
Zanetha said, "Sire, the ambassador of Taresus is in the throne room. He is
ready to capitulate to your demands."
"He is? Good!" Zarkon flashed Zanetha a grin. He did not release Tamy's arm as
she hoped though. Zarkon looked at Zanetha and quickly shoved Tamy to him.
He said, "Take her to my chambers. I want a guard at the door. I DON'T want
her missing when I am finished humiliating that stupid ambassor! Understand,
Zanetha?"
"Yes sire.." The guard replied as he took Tamy's arm.
Zarkon smiled coldly and tweaked Tamy's chin. "This time, dear. You won't get
away. None of the Scribes will get away from me.."
Tamy shuddered as Zarkon quickly went down the hall towards his dressing
chambers for more appropriate clothing. Zanetha suddenly smiled - or rather
Draconius. How easy this had become! One of the ones he wanted practically
given to him! It was almost too easy.
He gripped her arm and she said, "Zanetha, look - please. Don't take me to
Zarkon's chambers. He don't have the right to. I'm in Lotor's Harem.."
"I know.." he said with a smirk. "But tell me, what will you give me, hmmm?
It's a risk I take, you know.." he fingered her hair.
Tamysan suddenly felt nervous for some reason and tried to yank away from his
grip. For some reason he was giving her the creeps! He pushed her against a
wall hard and kissed her brutally. She wriggled and tried fighting him. Why
did this man bring to mind Draconius?
"Stop it! I won't pay you in that way!" she cried.
"Why not?" he hissed in her ear with glee. "You're a slut anyway. What does it
matter, hmm?" he nipped at her earlobe almost painfully. "Be good and give me
what I want and I won't.."
And sounds of laughter - female laughter, cut him off. Damn! He couldn't get
caught here! He abruptly kissed her hard quickly and whispered in her ear,
"Next time, little whore.." He disappeared as Tamy stood there in a stunned
daze. The next moment, Sarah was shaking her.
"Tamysan, hey..wake up.." Sarah said.
She jumped, startled. "Oh, Sarah.." she also looked at the other sea of faces
- Dom, Christa, and Jenn.
"You ok?" Jenn asked.
Dom joked. "I saw a guy running off. Must have been Gorjon!"
Tamy looked at Dom. "No, it wasn't Gorjon.. it was one of Zarkon's guards."
"What the hell was he doing here in our part of the Harem?" Christa asked.
"Zarkon tried to take me back to his chambers - I seem to have this uncanny
knack for running into him. This guard came up and gave Zarkon some kind of
news and Zarkon ordered the guard - I think his name was Zaneth to take me to
his chambers."
Sarah observed Tamy clinically and said, "You look very shaken.."
"I - I'm fine." Tamysan said shakily.
Michelle said, "No you're not. Did he try something?"
Tamysan nodded. "Yes. I asked him not to take to Zarkon's harem and he said he
would for a price. I wouldn't pay his price. Needless to say, I am glad you
all came."
"Aw, we were just making out a list of baby things that Sarah's gonna need."
Dom grinned.
Sarah still looked a little concerned. "Are you all right, Tamy?"
Tamysan shook her head. "I - I don't know, Sarah. There was something about
that man - something that reminded me of - of Draconius."
"Draconius!" Christa exclaimed.
Michelle looked at Tamy like she was crazy. "Tamy, you know Draconius is on
Rice-A under lock and key. He's a sword for crying out loud!"
She hung her head. "I - I know it's silly, but there was something in the way
he spoke to me. I can't - look umm ..it was probably my imagination.
Overwrought nerves maybe. I always seem to run into Snapperhead…maybe it's my
last name.."
They started to walk down the hall back towards the Scribe's section.
Dom asked, "Uh..what IS your last name, Tamy?"
She smiled for the first time since Gorjon had kissed her goodbye earlier.
"It's Fischer.."
"Oy!" Dom exclaimed and then they all started to laugh.
To Be Continued!!