(dang yahoo) Why Zarkon leaves me alone, 1/?

I originally posted the first bits of this on
HaremTales. But I wanted everyone to know why this
King leaves me alone. It's not always pretty...but
read on.

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I had been in the Harem for about a week when Lotor
woke me up one morning with a kiss on the forehead.

I'm a light sleeper, so that woke me up immediately.
But I thought it was Remy, who's not allowed to do
*anything* to me while I'm sleeping. So as I entered
wakefulness, the fist closest to him went out to crack
a good one on his jaw.

Lotor caught my fist. "No, NO, my princess, it is I,
Lotor."

I recognized his grip. "OH. Apologies to you, my lord.
I did not know that it was you."

He handed me my eyeglasses. "Come, Gina, it is time."

This surprised me. "WITH my glasses on?"

He grimaced. "So I *didn't* tell you, nor did any of
the other Ladies." He looked away. "You are to meet my
father, the King. It is tradition. I have
procrastinated this moment for as long as possible.
But I can prolong it no longer. The time has come."

The others had told me about Zarkon and his
wandering...body parts, but I didn't let on. "What's
so bad about your father?"

Lotor got off my bed with an irritated flourish. "My
father is akin to an evil butcher. He is not gentle
when he meets my women. And there is not much that I
can do about it."

I merely nodded. I was brave. I could handle "Fish
Face" as Tamy called him, of that I had no doubt. "I
am not fearful, Lotor."

He smiled sadly at me over his shoulder. "I KNOW
you're not. But your courage and rebelliousness may
very well make it worser for yourself."

I scowled. "Well--I'm NOT going to play dumb and/or
Little Miss Ingenuous!"

He winced again. "I know this too. But the more you
cooperate, the sooner it will be over."

I ran a hand through my messy, thick, sweaty hair.
Remy and I had had a TIME the previous night. This new
news ruined the pleasant memories.

Lotor looked as though he were going to cry. "You KNOW
that I'll soothe you afterwards."

"HMPH. Small comfort..." I wriggled away from Remy and
sat almost dejectedly on the edge of the bed.
"Well..I suppose that I'm going to have to prepare
for the assault now."

Lotor nodded. "It is best that we do this early and
that you eat AFTERWARDS. Zarkon sometimes inspires
women to, uhm, lose interest in their food."

I leaned my head back and heaved a sigh. "GREAT. Just
GREAT."

"WHAT'S great?" Remy asked sleepily. Damn, his deep
voice is even sexier when he wakes up; it's all husky
and makes you curl your toes whether you're standing,
sitting or lying down.

"I have to meet Zarkon," I muttered.

Remy shrugged. "Oh, YOU can handle HIM." He turned
over and went back to sleep.

Lotor and I looked at him, then at each other.

I sighed yet again. "Well, better get this over and
done with. Will you wait for me?"

He nodded and watched me walk to my little lavatory.
"Certainly. I shall inform...HIM that you are
preparing yourself for him."
He sounded how I felt. Annoyed yet apprehensive. I
hoped this meeting would not take long.


tbc!
nutbug
(a whacked-out pisces with a virgo/libra ascendant,
scorpio and aries tendencies, and as zarkon will find
out, a real bad temper)

Why Zarkon leaves me alone, 2/3: I beat Zarkon up: Tame
I was determined NOT to let this King Zarkon person
get to me, no matter how evil and foul-smelling the
Ladies had told me he was.

But I was unprepared for just how repulsive he was. As
Lotor and I and Rameses (Lotor had woken him up with a
smack on the behind, which, to use the vernacular,
freaked me out) walked towards the Throne Room, an
odor at least ten times worse than rubbish left out in
the sun too long assaulted our nostrils.

Well, Remy and I were assaulted. Lotor acted as though
he didn't even smell it.

"Prepare yourselves. There will soon be a terrible
odor the likes of which you have never been exposed to
before....OH, I see that you are already experiencing
it."

Remy and I simply stared at him. If HE didn't smell
it, it meant that he had been exposed to it many, many
times.

Lotor scowled. "My father does not believe in daily
baths. And the baths that he DOES take do not last
long."

Remy muttered curses under his breath. He believes in
hourly baths.

I shook my head slowly. "And I'm supposed to meet him
face-to-face?!!"

Lotor nodded. "This is the one and only time that you
will be close to him...if I can help it."

"Oh, THAT makes me feel MUCH better." Irritated, I
strode ahead of them. "Where the hell is the
door...oh, here they are."

I flung them open and got slammed to the ground by
that awful, awful smell.

Lotor and Ramses rushed over to help me stand.

"Bring her in here. Hurry. I've been kept waiting for
far too long and my hunger has only grown more
potent."

Zarkon. I knew it was he. I sneered. "I shall not be
your food, fiend," I declared, even as my two escorts
took me into the room to where he was pointing.

"We shall see about that." Zarkon, wearing semi-formal
attire, sat upon his throne with his legs spread as if
to accomodate a great weight.

To use the vernacular again, as IF. All I could
discern was a large bump.

He laughed, long and deep. "There is much that you
must learn, Princess. And one of those things is—" He
rose from the chair—"is that I ALWAYS get what I want.
And what I want, right now, is YOU. Haggar!"

An old, stooped-over crone appeared from the shadows.
"Yes, sire?"

I sensed great magic power in her. This was the witch
the other Ladies had warned me about. Jealous, she
frequently tried to barge into the Harem and have her
way with the men, the guards as well as the slaves. I
had overheard from a slavewoman that she'd tried to
win Lotor himself over once and he'd punished her by
giving her the whipping of her life. Unfortunately,
she'd enjoyed it. Fortunately, he'd asked one of the
magical Ladies to cast a spell that weakened her
powers while she was in the Harem.

I shuddered. Who would want HER, anyhow?

Zarkon grinned wickedly. "Yes, all women fear my ample
powers." Haggar and I gave him the same disgusted
"Yeah, RIGHT" look, which he ignored. "Haggar, bind
her so that she cannot escape."

I narrowed my eyes. "Afraid to take me on by yourself,
fiend?"

This got to his pride. He narrowed his own eyes. "All
right, wench—"

I winced. It was only all right if Lotor or Keith
called me that.

"—I admire your bravery. But it will not last." He
began to walk towards me.

I nearly gagged from the intensified odor.

In the corner of my eye I saw Remy move into the
shadows.

Lotor stood a few feet away, his hands clenched into
fists. He didn't like what was going on at ALL.

Zarkon's eyes met mine. What I saw in them frightened
me a little. I saw sheer evil animalistic lust. He
didn't want to have me. He wanted to destroy me. And
he would do it to shame and break Lotor.

Suddenly his smell wasn't as bad as it had been. I
began to feel warm. I began to mumble not-nice things
under my breath.

"Oh NO," Lotor whispered. "Gina, NO."

Haggar gasped, took two steps backwards, stumbled, and
fell to the ground. She cursed.

Zarkon raised his head and lowered his eyes. I could
almost feel him mentally stripping me.
At the same time, the bump became a tree branch.

"Gina..." Lotor warned me, "DON'T."

I wanted to rip that branch right off.

"Turn around. I wish to examine THAT area first. Do
not try to resist me, it only makes it worse." Zarkon
was practically glowing.

Lotor gasped. Obviously this wasn't something that
happened often.

"NO." I didn't move.

Lotor gasped again. "Gina...I know you're brave, but
please, PLEASE..."

I raised my eyebrows. "Fear from YOU, my prince? I did
not think this was possible. What powers does this
fiend have that inspires this fear in you?"

Zarkon sneered. "If you do not obey me you shall find
out. TURN AROUND! I wish to examine you NOW!"

I only glared at him as my body began to tingle.

He reached me and before I could stop it he slapped
me. "Disobedient BITCH!"

That did it.

I felt my anger build in my abdomen and spread all
over me. My fists clenched; my short but thick nails
dug into my palms but I didn't feel it.

Lotor cursed. "Father...I don't know about this..."

Zarkon reached for me. "You DARE to disobey me?!!!"

"I DON'T TAKE ORDERS FROM *YOU*!!!!" I went down on
one knee and reached for the tree branch.

Haggar reached for her staff, then wisely thought
better of it.

Zarkon reflexively moved to protect that region of his
anatomy. "You WILL obey me, bitch!" he screamed at me.

Too late he realized that my gesture had been a
diversion. Fully angry now, ready to kill no matter
what it took, even if I myself died, pure animal, I
stood up quickly, growled, and went for it.

The next thing Zarkon knew he was being spun above my
head.

Lotor couldn't believe his eyes. Haggar's mouth was
the largest O of surprise in existence.

But they were blurs.

The NEXT thing Zarkon knew, he was flying across the
room. He screamed.
"HAGGGGAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR! SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Along with Lotor, Haggar simply watched Zarkon crash
into a line of Doom guards. They fell to the ground,
all of them temporarily stunned.

But I was not yet done. I needed to finish destroying
him. I ran as quickly as I could to where he was.

The guards helped him up as they got up. They saw me
coming and ran for cover.

Zarkon sneered at them as he regained his equilibrium.
"COWARDS!!"

Growling like a primitive beast, I knocked him down to
the ground and began to punch and beat him everywhere
that I could reach.

Lotor moved when he saw blood on my hands.

Zarkon began to whimper. "She's MAD! GET HER OFF ME!!"

Remy came out of the shadows. There's only one way to
calm me down and at the time only he knew it.

Zarkon unsuccessfully tried to kick me off.
"GETHEROFFGETHEROFFGETHER*OFF*!!"

My anger increased because of his weakness. I stood up
and prepared to pick him up and fling him again.

Lotor reached me and reached for me.

Without so much as a glance at him I swung an arm out
and sent him flying backwards.

Haggar decided that now was the time to save her King.
She aimed her staff at me.

"NO, DON'T!" Remy ran towards me. "It's not necessary.
*I* shall calm her down."

Zarkon's eyes were wild with fear and hope. "HURRY!"

I saw the throne out of the corner of my eye. I ran
for it. I intended to grab it and slam it down on
Zarkon.

Remy stood in my path and said one word in Venusaen.

I growled as if he'd thrown cold water upon me.

He repeated the word.

I winced. It was getting to me.

"NOW," Remy commanded.

I bowed my head. My anger was draining out of me as if
his words were sponges.

As the adrenaline in me left me and I broke out into a
cold sweat, I began to be aware of just how much
strain I'd put my body under.

Everywhere hurt. EVERYWHERE. I moaned and crumpled to
the ground.

Lotor heaved a relieved sigh from the spot on the
floor he was on. "Take her to solitary," he commanded
weakly.

Remy nodded and stepped back as Doom guards came over
and handcuffed me, then walked with them as they
roughly picked me up and took me away.

The roughness combined with the pain made me scream;
then I slipped into a peaceful blackness. But not
before I saw and heard Zarkon coughing up blood...
TBC of course!
nutbug

Why Zarkon, blah blah, last bit, 1/2 (me tired): Inny-you-endo here!
I lay shuddering on the floor of a jail cell. My body
had not yet recovered from the strain
I had put on it.

I heard the mutterings and murmurings of males and
knew where I was: in the dungeons
in which Lotor kept his male slaves, the ones that
didn’t have a Lady to serve or that were
exceedingly naughty.

But why was I HERE? Hadn’t the order been to take me
to solitary, where I would know
neither light nor dark for at least a week? Where
perhaps only bread and water would
feed me?

My nostrils twitched and my libido twinged. The men
here were in heat. I guessed that
they hadn’t seen a female in quite some time. Soon
they would try to fight each other just
to see which of them was the most qualified to attempt
a capture, which of course was
impossible, since all of them HAD to be restrained
within their cells.

I heard footsteps and knew I was wrong. At least one
of the residents here was free to
walk around as he pleased.

“So YOU are the one whose fists drew blood out of our
great King.”

I scowled. “Great, you say?” I coughed. “Having power
does not make one great. Just
as...” I coughed again. “...Just as being an adult
male does not make one a man.”

The footsteps stopped at my cell. I barely managed to
look up to see who it was, and
couldn’t restrain a gasp. The man was absolutely
gorgeous, but the look in his eyes made
him gruesome.

“Women are not welcome here.” He gripped the bars and
scowled. “Only the Grand
Mistress may walk the hallways of these dungeons. Any
other woman that dares enter
here is severely punished and chastized.”

I shrugged. “I did not CHOOSE to come here.”

“I know THAT. But you are not begging to leave here.
What is said about you is true.
You much enjoy being locked up.”

I shook my head slowly. “No. I much enjoy being
RESTRAINED. And if I had the
strength, I’d ask to be hung upside down on the bars
so I can think clearly.”

He winced. “You are MOST strange.”

With effort, I managed to stand. I glared at him.
“Tell me something that I DO NOT
know.”

The tone of my voice caused him to step back. But he
was grinning. “I could use an
assistant down here—”

“Who ARE you?” Enough time had been wasted. I wanted
to return to my chambers. I
was not afraid, merely bored.

He bowed. “I am Master Ken, voluptuous one. And I
require a taste of you before I free
you.” His body echoed this.

I shook my head slowly again. “How long has it been
for you? Years? DECADES? If you
lay a hand upon me and Prince Lotor finds out about
it, you will be thrown to the
robeasts. NO ONE touches me without permission. Now
free me.”

This surprised him. “But I sense that you can take on
armies of men. Do I not interest
you?”

I showed him my back. He heaved a sigh. “I don’t
understand. A woman such as you, a
man such as me...I would please you.”

I said nothing.

He tried again. “I just want to taste you, Princess. I
want to feel the fire that’s in you, the
fire that Zarkon had thrust upon him. I want to set
you free as no other man ever can.”

“As if you would know that for certain.” I turned to
glare at him. “Do these men not
pleasure you enough? No, don’t look so surprised. I am
not stupid. These men feed your
hunger occasionally, or else you would be straining to
break down these walls of metal.
Now FREE ME.”

He mumbled under his breath as he dug for the keys:
“Ram-O MIGHT be able to verify
that.”

I heaved a long, slow sigh. “You are handsome. But NOT
very intelligent. I know how
Ram-O is and accept him as he is—”

“Hurry up and release her. I shall take her back to
her chambers.” Rameses walked over,
his eyes on Ken’s.

They glared at each other and made all kinds of silent
primitive threats.

“YOU don’t tell ME what to do, Rameses.” Ken put the
key in the lock anyhow.

"Hmph. You forget, I rank over you and every other
slave in this Harem because I'm a prince—"

“Argue about protocol at a later date!” I pushed the
door open and grabbed Rameses by
the arm.

Ken snuck a swipe at my rear.

Rameses whirled, growled, and sent him to the ground
with a quick clip to the jaw.

I gasped. “Rameses!...You MAN, you!”

He gave me a perplexed look. “Yes, I KNOW I’m a
man...what OF it, Mistress?”

I grinned. “Oh, never mind...”

He shook his head slowly. “That was an
I’ll-show-you-later tone, Mistress.”

I nodded. “You know me too well.”

Ken managed to say: “I suppose that now you are going
to tell Lotor that I touched you.”

I shook my head. “Yes,” I said.

He groaned and slipped into unconsciousness.

Rameses shook his head slowly. “Wimp,” he muttered.

“My hero,” I said dramatically, stroking his chest.

He winced. “Mistress...not HERE...”

I found a weak spot and stroked there, too.

He groaned. “Please don’t thank me
now...ohhhhhhhh......”

I stroked a little bit lower.

“If you INSIST...”


tbc
yawn
nutbug
niteynite

Why Zarkon, last bit, tame

(note: I'm happy because I finally managed to order a
copy of "Hannibal". Woohoo!)

Haggar met me and Rameses in the hallway near my
chambers. She wasn't happy to see me, but she WAS
happy that Zarkon had gotten his behind kicked real
good.
"You accomplished in mere minutes what I have never
managed to do in YEARS."
She eyed me warily, as if afraid that I was going to
let my temper lose on HER.

As if I would ever TOUCH her. I shrugged. "My parents
always told me that one day my temper would take me
straight into disaster. What punishment has Zarkon
deemed worthy of me?"

Haggar scowled. "None, actually. The doctors told him
he'd live as long as he doesn't make you lose your
temper again. He asked LOTOR to punish you, but Lotor
just laughed and laughed and then left the room." She
wrinkled what passed for her nose. "He can be quite a
nuisance when he wants to be."

I grinned. "So...I'm free to walk the Harem halls once
more."

Haggar shook her head. "Sorry, but you are NOT. Zarkon
ordered me to keep an eye on you."

I glared at her. "As if you haven't been keeping an
eye on all of us before. We know that you spy on us to
get your little thrills, as they call it." She gasped
and narrowed her eyes dangerously, but I wasn't afraid
of her or what she might do. "That's right, witch.
We're not STUPID. We KNOW. So continue your, uhm,
SURVEILLANCE."

Haggar raised her staff. "I can make so that no one
will be able to bear to look at you."

I shrugged again. "Lotor would have your hide glued
upon the end of a free-falling spaceship. Listen to
me." I leaned forward. "You cannot touch me or any of
the Harem Ladies. Understand that? YOU CANNOT TOUCH
US. We are OFF-LIMITS. Harm us and you dig your grave.
That goes for the King as well."

She gasped. "Why you impertinent—"

Rameses started to drag me off, but I managed to say
this to her: "And besides, you have but one weakness,
your love for that fiend Zarkon. My hurting him hurt
you, did it not? If I were to lose my temper
again...if I were to glue him to the rack..."

Rameses put me over a shoulder. "Speak no more,
mistress. You dig your own grave with your tongue."

I could feel Haggar's eyes burn into me as Rameses
carried me into my chambers.

****

Lotor visited his father in his chambers.
"How are you, Father?"

Zarkon scowled. "As if YOU would care. Listen to me,
Lotor. That wench...I don't trust her. Get rid of her.
Banish her, have her killed, I don't care! I want her
gone by nightfall."

Lotor scowled right back at him. "I will do no such
thing! You don't trust her because of how effectively
she shamed you. That is what you get for trying to
force her against her will."

Zarkon couldn't restrain a shudder. "I am seriously
considering abandoning my practice of examining every
new wife you bring here."

Lotor turned to look out of the window. "But you
WON'T. Once you recover you'll start to demand it all
over again."
He watched Lady Samara pick some roses out of the
Harem Gardens and smiled as a robin landed on her
shoulder.

Zarkon scowled again. "Be gone, Lotor. I need to rest
now."

Lotor bowed. "I was correct." He rose and left the
room.

Zarkon watched him leave. "Yes, my son, you were
correct. But first...I will sleep, yes, sleep, and
colloborate with Haggar on ways to get rid of that
wench..."

***

My slaves rushed to get me into an oil-scented bath.

I enjoyed it, but when they tried to get a little
closer, I waved them away.

I had been emotionally scarred by the experience. I
had tackled Remy to the ground and had my way with him
only to thank him. I didn't think I could be touched
by any man ever again. I could face Zarkon again, but
if HE ever tried to lay a hand on me again, I would
kill him.

I was sure that he knew this. He'd be smarter than he
looked if he decided to stay way away from me from now
on.

I sighed and leaned back. This bath was enjoyable. My
slaves were good to me, and they were VERY
understanding. Even now they were guarding me and my
chambers in general. One was getting me a book to read
from my extensive library.

They wouldn't attempt to touch me this night, and Remy
would sleep on the edge of the bed instead of by my
side this night. Ram-O would sleep outside my door and
would find that he preferred this to any other
sleeping place.

I shuddered. If I didn't want RAMESES....I had a
problem indeed.

I sighed again and took the book from Alex with a
grateful grunt. Losing myself in an imaginary world
was the only way to get myself through THIS day.

~ENDE~

or IS it???????

nutbug
niteynite