A tame fic: The new Chief Harem Guard: 1/?
The Harem Gym is full of floating balloons, of
different sizes and shapes. Where am *I*?

A pile of balloons near the middle of the room rustle
about and my head pops up and out of this pile.
"HELP!"

Some Harem guards run over. "Mistress! Are you all
right?" They lift me up and out of the pile. I frown.
"NO! Who the hecksie ordered all these balloons? I
asked for ONE HUNDRED. This is FOUR HUNDRED! It's
right here on this receipt...one hundred assorted
balloons. I need to call these people..."

"Mistress, perhaps you should—"

"No, I'm calling them RIGHT NOW. Excuse
meeeeeEEEEEEEEE!!!" I slip on a broken balloon and go
sliding across the floor.

The guards run after me. Two catch me just as I'm
reaching the entrance. "Mistress!!"

It isn't any of the guards that called out my rank. It
is the tall, dark, absolutely gorgeous man standing in
the doorway.

WHOA. Whatta HUNK. And he's GRINNING at me.

"Who ARE you?" I ask as the two guards at my sides
steady me. "I see by your attire that you are—"

"The new Chief of the Harem Guards, Mistress, that is
correct. Lotor sent the previous guard down to the
dungeons because he was taking too much advantage of
his privileges." His grin deepens as he looks me over.


I frown a little. As I wish I'd put an oversized
T-shirt on he notices my discomfort and returns his
gaze to my eyes. "Mistress, I apologize. I was
temporarily distracted. I didn't introduce myself. My
name is Gregorian. Barnabus Gregorian. Everyone calls
me 'Greg'." He bows before me. "I am told that you are
the one that masters the whip."

I raise an eyebrow. "No, that would be the
Grandmistress. I'm just good. But why is this
important?"

He grins as he rises. "I wish to learn your art. You
see, there is one amongst your ranks that I wish to
pleasantly discipline."

"Who would THIS be?" I fold my arms across my chest.
I'm genuinely curious.

His grin becomes devious. "Guess."

I roll my eyes. "I do not have the TIME to guess! I
demand that you answer me and stop this foolish game."

His eyes twinkle. "Ah, would that it be YOU. I would
enjoy making you squirm and twist and beg for more
while I simultaneously tease and torture you." He
chuckles. "But enough. I'll tell you. It's the
Grandmistress."

My jaw drops. "You would DARE to attempt to tame HER
with the whip? Not only do you have VERY serious
competition, but it takes one hell of a lot to make
HER fall to her knees. Not even LOTOR can do that—"
'Not THAT way', I think, biting my tongue. I don't
want to give this man any ideas.

He laughs again. "I know THAT. That is why I'm asking
you to train me. With your help, I'm sure that my
dream will come true. Then I will become the first
Harem Gentleman. And I will have all of you every
single night."

I can't BELIEVE this. "You will NOT use me in your
scheme! I'm leaving. I have a phone call to make." I
try to pass him but he of course blocks my way.

"Keith asked me to ask you." He grins triumphantly.

I scowl. "Keith would NEVER do such a thing. Now let
me pass."

"Want me to prove it? You can call him right now." He
steps aside just enough to let me pass.

"Yes, let's do that." I irritably shove him aside and
head for the communications system room.

His laugh follows me. "Yes. Do that. Keith is not the
man you may THINK he is...."

******

"Keith. Answer me one question...."

He sighs. "You're going to hate me. But hear me out
first. I DID ask him to ask you. But this was BEFORE
he told me what his intentions were."

I gasp. "Keith! WHY?...And why didn't you hear HIM out
before asking him to ask me? How COULD you? I will NOT
be used! This is NOT why I came to the Harem!"
Surprising myself, I begin to cry.

So does he. He's always been a softie-heart underneath
his, uhm, hard exterior. "Gina, hear me out...Don't
get mad and hang up..."

"I can't help it...I....can't BELIEVE that you did
this...YOU of all people...."

"Keith? What's going on?" That's Allura. "What did you
SAY to her?"

Keith says: "I hurt her. I gotta go fix things before
she refuses to see me anymore."

Allura sighs. "Sorry...not now. You have to finish
your chores. You PROMISED."

"But—"

"No buts. If you hadn't rushed off to see her the LAST
time they wouldn't have piled up on you. Now let's get
TO it, Captain."

"But I might lose her!" He's almost frantic now.

She sighs. "You may already have."

Keith gasps. "NO! Don't say that! Gina! Wait, I'll be
there REAL soon. Okay?"

I roll my eyes. "As the young people say, whatever." I
hang up. Then I burst into tears.


tbc
nutbug
nitey nite
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"Whoa! Is my hair out?"
Hades (Disney's "Hercules" movie)

The Harem Guard: 2?/?: Tame and kinda sad

I continue to smile after Nanny Diane had gone. She
had made me feel a LOT better. But I was still mad at
Keith. How COULD he have done that to me? How could he
have told a total stranger to use me in a scheme?

"GRRRRRRR!!!!"

Lotor comes running, fixing his clothes as he
approached me. He's worried. He looks CUTE when he's
worried. But that's not important now. "Gina, what
HAPPENED? I heard you crying."

I try to smile. "Keith and that new Harem Guard—"

"KEITH made you cry?!" He's not worried anymore, oh
NO. He looks more like he's gonna kick some butt.
"That's IT. I'm not going to allow him to come here
any more. He's banned for life."

I grin. Suddenly, all is fine. "Y'know...I don't have
a problem with that."

He raises an eyebrow. THIS is a surprise. Usually I
find a way (or few) to convince him to change his
mind. "Are you CERTAIN?"

I nod. "Yes. And just in case, change the locks on my
windows."

He's temporarily speechless. "All right...Consider it
done."

"Good. If I ever see him again...I'll KILL him." I
walk away, my head held high.

I'm stopped by Jenn, who has come out of her room for
some air. She hasn't been feeling well lately and been
locked up in her room waited on by hand and foot by
the most gorgeous of the men-slaves from the Harem
Dungeons.

The REST of us should be so lucky.

She glares at me. A Jenn-glare is NOT a pleasant thing
to receive. It can make one tremble to death. It's
potent as heck.
"Are you OUT of your MIND?!!!! What are you going to
do with him gone?" She puts up a hand to stop my
answer. "I'll TELL you what. You're going to make us
even crazier than YOU are with your moping and
groaning! And DON'T tell me that your slaves will make
it all better because no one can take his place and
you KNOW it! Now get your behind on the communicator
and TALK to the man!"

I shake my head. "Can't do that. Lotor's banishing him
from the Harem. That includes communications with
him."

She rolls her eyes. "That is SO incredibly selfish of
BOTH of you! What if we need Voltron for some reason?
What if someone else here needs him for something? Did
either of you think about THAT?!"

I shrug. "You're right. That IS selfish of us. Tell
you what. I'll go talk to Lotor. He'll fix things. But
I won't be here when and if Keith is. I don't EVER
want to see that betrayer again."

She lets my arm go. "No, you've done ENOUGH. I'LL talk
to Lotor. YOU go to your chambers, lock the doors, and
don't come out until I personally tell you to, is that
clear? Your bread and water meals will be brought to
you by one of your slaves."

That meant that I was going to be alone in my room for
quite some time. I bowed my head. "Yes,
Grandmistress."

Without another word, I go to my chambers.

***

My slaves wince as I tell them what happened. They
don't ask me if I want one last orgy with them before
they go; we all know that's not a good idea.

After they leave, I grab a fat book about the
philosophical aspects of law and sit crosslegged on
the floor to read it.

***

Jenn strides up to Lotor, who's just about to talk to
Keith. "Lotor. I want to talk to you..."


uh oh!
tbc!
butnug
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The New Harem Guard, blah blah blah: Tame
Lotor had been expecting Jenn to talk to him about the
Keith matter, but he still jerked as she approached
him.
"Jenn! What a...nice surprise." He pressed a button
and left the Castle of Lions with a dial tone.

As usual she didn't waste any time. "You are NOT going
to banish him from the Harem. He is free to come and
go and he pleases. Understand?"

Lotor nodded. Only rarely did he disobey his
GrandMistress.

"You are going to call the Castle and TELL him that."

Lotor nodded again. "Yes, Jenn."

"And THEN you are going to go to your chambers and not
have anyone for a WEEK."

Lotor felt THAT in his loins. She was tough and cruel.
But that was why she was his second-in-command here.
Yet, she had gone too far. Ultimately, it was HIS
decision when and where to have relations.
"I'll go to my room, all right, but that's the limit
at which I'll fulfill your punishment."

She acknowledged this with a nod. "All right then.
Which of the Lower Harem Slaves would you like to
have? Or do you want one from your father's Harem?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Would you like to have JOHN
banished, for a week?"

"Don't threaten me. You KNOW better." Jenn reached for
one of her many tools of torture.

"Then don't tell me who I can have, woman. I'll tell
Keith he has full Harem privileges. That will be
enough, for the moment."

This confused her a little. "What do you mean, 'for
the moment'?"

Lotor scowled. "Do we tell Gina or not? She doesn't
ever want to see him again and she said she really
means it this time."

Jenn nodded. "But she's said that before. Theirs is a
rocky relationship. If they're not getting it on
they're arguing."

Lotor bowed his head just a little. "Gina has a strong
sense of honor and revenge-she STILL wants to kill me
for what I did to her planet, for instance-and she
won't tolerate betrayal. She feels that Keith pushed
her past her limit this time. She'll try to kill him
if she sees him again. And she knows his touch well
enough to distinguish it even if she can't see him."

"What about the new Chief of the Harem Guards? He'll
try to get into her room and try to convince her to go
along with his plans. In her state of mind, she might
go for it."

"No she won't. She might kill him too. It's HIS fault
that this matter exists."

*****

"Mistress Gina! Answer me!" The Chief Guard banged on
my chamber doors. He'd taken the tray of buttered
bread and tall glass of water from whichever slave of
mine had been carrying it. He obviously hoped to get
into more than my room.

I cursed him out in Venusaen. He didn't understand a
word of it but he got the point.

"Uhmmmmm....I have your meal."

"Shove it into your head! There's MORE than enough
room in THERE!"

"What're you going to do if I don't leave? You can't
very well yell for a Guard!"

"I'll yell for ZARKON! Better yet, I'll take you out
MYSELF!"

"You COULDN'T!"

"I beat HIM up!"

He wavered. He HAD heard about THAT. "Okay! Okay! I'll
LEAVE!" He bent down and shoved the food under the gap
made for it under the door.

I left it there. If I went towards it, I'd yank the
door open and beat him to dust. He wasn't worth it.

Yet.

******

Keith stared at the communicator. He couldn't believe
what he had just heard Lotor say. "FULL
privileges?!!!"

Lotor rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, that's what I said,
it'll be as if you live here."

"But Gina—"

"If she sees you, you know she'll do her damnedest to
kill you. She doesn't have to know."

Keith rolled his eyes. "Then what's the POINT? Other
slavewomen just don't do it for me."

"If they didn't you wouldn't have them at all. You
have your needs, just as all men do. But listen to
me." Lotor's last few words cut off Keith's protests.
He was formulating a plan. "Can you give me one week?"
He winked at Jenn, who was barely managing not to
laugh. She knew what he had in mind.

"Why?" Keith was understandably suspicious, but eager.
He'd do anything to get back into my, uhm, arms.

Lotor stifled a grin. "I can guarantee that you'll
have her running to you. But for once you have to
believe me."

"Mmm." Keith thought about it. Should he or not? But
what price would he pay if he didn't? And if anyone
could convince me besides himself, it was Lotor.
"All right. But remember, I have a high sense of honor
as well."

Lotor nodded. "One week. See you then." He cut the
communication off from his end. Then he and Jenn began
to chuckle. They'd get both me and Keith REAL good.

Keith hung up, then sat down and prayed.

TBC later, there's a thunderstorm here! Tam, you okay?
Let me know. It must be hell in Texas now...
nutbug

The New Harem Guard, blah blah blah: Tame- I had to do it Gina.heheh...
Samara listened as the handsome proud half Native American commander of the
Voltron Force made his statement concerning the "other" women of Lotor's
harem.

"You are a very proud man Mr. Kenneth Edward Eagle Akira. Then my Apache
commander what was the reason for the statement concerning my prowess as a ah
... hum.... A teacher young man???"

Tamy spoke up. "Sammie-Ma don't take that to seriously we will see."

"Vhat volso remains to be seen by this VF vember as vell, Sven said as Devana
tickled his chin.

"No kidding Jenn chimed in for she too heard the tone in the commanders voice.
John held back a smirk for to out right laugh would be below his "super
gothic" standards.


"Yes, my ladies this is only a matter of time I would say," John said as he
drew Jenn closed to his body.

"Funny how Keith thinks he is the only garrison man with full privileges
around here."

A few feet away from Gina's door the new guard stemmed with anger, "How do
these non Drules get away with these things here. That Mistress Gina SHALE be
MINE."

The Chief of the Harem Guards blah blah, still tame, mild language
Here's the rest of the previous post. Tam: I can stop
worrying now. Bob: Maybe you and Ram-O can get
together and soothe Loty-woty with a song. :] Just
kidding.
Jenn and Lotor finally managed to get control over
their laughter.

"You think he'll go for it?" Jenn coughed.

Lotor nodded. "He'll do ANYTHING to get her back. This
will be perfect. She'll get to vent, and he'll get
what's been coming to him for years."

"Still..." Jenn frowned. "This WILL be painful for
him."

Lotor shrugged. "He deserves it. He's given me ENOUGH
grief and aggravation over the years."

Jenn scowled. "Then you should do this to him
*yourself*."

Lotor grinned deviously. "But it's more fun *this*
way. You know what to do. Prepare the dungeon cell."

Jenn bowed, briefly giving him a nice view of
something he'd deprived himself of lately. "YesSIR."
She sashayed out to do his bidding.

****

The Harem Guard Chief whatever was STILL in front of
my chambers. I was tempted to break the rules and come
out just to kick his behind all over the Harem.

"Mistress, come ON now! This is RIDICULOUS."

"I am NOT going to give in to you or your stupid
idea!"

He heaved a sigh. "But I really really want to
discipline that delicious little morsel of
GrandMistress Jenn."

"Don't you DARE call her little, you asinine idiot."

"Language, language..."

"Just go the heck away. I'm not going to talk to you
anymore. It's not good for me."

"Okay, okay...I'm leaving. But I'll be back."

I relaxed as I heard him do that. But I didn't trust
him. I rushed to check all of the locks in my room.

"Mistress!" Alex's voice. Something was up.

"Coming!" As I went to answer his call I forgot to
check one window lock.

****

"You the MAN, Keith! Full privileges." Lance smacked
Keith on the back.

Keith shook his head slowly. "Yeeeahhh...but I don't
*trust* it. Lotor's up to something."

Lance scowled. "You worry too much!"

Keith narrowed his eyes. "Aren't you getting one of
your hunches? He told me to give him one week, that
she'll come running to me then."

Lance thought about this for a second or few. "Want me
to spy on him?"

Keith shook his head. "He'd discover you."

Lance smacked his back again. "Trust me, willya?"

Keith shook his head again. "I don't know...I kinda
want to be surprised."

Lance scowled. "Well, I tried."

Keith glared at him. "I *know* you. You're gonna find
a way to find out for yourself."

Lance didn't reply to that, only grinned as he winked
at him and quickly left the room.

Keith rolled his eyes. "What have I done...?"

*****

Jenn surveyed the work on the extra-special dungeon
cell with a very critical eye.

It had to be absolutely perfect. It had to be worthy
of a Captain.

*****

As I talked to Alex through a small gap in the
doorway, Greg or whatever slipped through the window
with the unchecked lock.

'I'll get her good. I'll get her to do exactly what I
want her to do. And then...and then..." He rubbed his
hands together in glee as he pictured what he was
going to do to Jenn.


uh-oh!
tbc!
nutbug

I thought I told certain Ladies to get their asses
over here? There're gonna be some very sore behinds in
the morning. Anyway:

(as Andrea Bocelli sings "Caruso")

Keith felt a little subconcious and upset at the same
time. One of the greatest parties of all time was
going on, and here he was, being led to the Harem
Dungeons in his clingy black jumpsuit.

He had to admit that he'd been caught off guard when
Lotor had told him to come the day before. The week
he'd asked him to give up hadn't passed yet. He'd been
almost completely floored when Lotor had requested
that he wear his jumpsuit and tall black leather boots
"because you KNOW that Gina won't be able to resist
you".

Hearing my name had galvanized him into action. He'd
even applied my favorite scent-oil for him, "Sensuous
Mysteries", all over his body before tugging on the
'suit. He'd thought that I'd be waiting for him.

But he'd been wrong. As soon as he'd stepped off his
special spaceship Harem Guards had led him to where he
was going now, a jail cell prepared especially for
him.

Keith scowled. He'd been suckered. But to have me take
him back he'd do anything.

*******

Jenn knocked on my doors. "Get out here NOW. We have a
problem in the Dungeons and he needs to be severely
and thoroughly disciplined.

I didn't ask her "why ME?" One didn't question Jenn
when she was in THAT mood. I savored the prospect of
letting all of my skills do as they willed as I
grabbed my gear.

She wasn't there when I opened the door. I didn't
expect her to be. She trusted me to do as ordered.

I took a bit to pray for the strength to deal with
whoever had been a very naughty boy.

******

Keith winced as the handcuffs and mouth-ball were
fixed in place. 'This had *better* be worth it,' he
thought.

The door slammed and I shoved guards aside to get to
where one of them was pointing with a large grin I
didn't like one little bit.

"WHAT is going on? Who's there? Zarkon?"

One guard answered me: "No, Mistress...But I can't
tell you who. You'll have to find out for myself."

I heaved a sigh. "You're going on the rack for that."

The guard shrugged. "I live to serve, ma'am."

"WHATever." I adjusted my dominatrix outfit, checked
my gear, and walked towards the indicated cell.

****

I stopped short when I saw who it was. Anger and the
feeling of being totally betrayed flowed through me
and I ran towards him, one whip raised.

Keith winced. Lotor had been right. I *was* running to
him. But it wasn't quite what he had hoped.
'DAMN you, Lotor. I fell right into your trap.'

*****

The guard in front of Keith's cell let me in and then
left me to it.

I stood in front of Keith. "SO. You dare to come
here."

Keith glared at me. "I was trapped. And easily so."

I nodded. "You let your desire to see me precede your
brains."

Keith blinked back tears, bent his head in
frustration, raised it to look into my eyes. "Take me
back! I can't take it any longer, the loneliness, your
not being there when I wake up or when I need to be
held....your not spanking me, your not playing our
little rpg's with me....I miss you. Don't you miss me?
Don't lie to me...I KNOW you do."

I scowled. "No," I said.

Keith gasped. "You're lying. The instant you hung up I
know you cried...I can't take that back, but I *can*
make up for it if you'll just let me...I *swear* that
I didn't know what he was up to..."

"Is that all that I am to you? A great lay?" I raised
the whip and let him have it.

He didn't even blink. He trapped my eyes with his.
"You KNOW that you're not, don't even TRY it."

I whipped him again, until he *did* react, but whether
this was real or faked I couldn't really tell.

"What if I told you that I want you to bear my child?"
His eyes trapped mine again.

I froze, then recovered. "You'll say ANYTHING. Go to
hell and take that lie with you."

He would have shrugged if he could. "At least *marry*
me. That way, I can hold you forever."

I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. "Again with
your lies! You're SUCH a charmer. But that won't help
you any..."

I whipped him again and again and again, both of us
trying to ignore the blast that was going on above us.

He didn't react. He didn't even blink.

This wasn't good. How can someone be punished if he
won't admit to it?

****

Lotor and Jenn exchanged high-fives in front of the
viewer. "It won't be long now," she said.

****

I had to sit down. Keith had worn me out, which isn't
easy.

He stood bathed in sweat, panting but otherwise
showing no signs of life.

I glared at him. "I HATE you. You betrayed me. When
you leave here I won't see you again, EVER."

He sneered. "Giving up, are you?"

I gasped. "No WAY!" I bounced to my feet.

He eye-trapped my eyes again. "The second that I'm
free I'm going to tackle you to the ground and have my
way with you until many a moon passes."

I narrowed my eyes. "NO way in hell, mister." I
resumed punishing him again.

****

"They're taking a while," Tamy commented, while her
eyes scanned the gym for the gorgeous Hazar.

Sammie-ma nodded. "Gina will ensure that Keith never
betrays anyone for the rest of his life."

"One question though—" Tamy winced. "She's been in her
room for most of this week. Did she have her
anti-preganancy shot?"

Sammie gasped. "You know...I don't KNOW."

****

Keith's shoulders and chest were bare, revealing
bruise- and whipmarked-covered skin.

But he had yet to yelp or cry or shout or ANYthing. It
was damned frustrating.

I took a step backwards and looked at him. What was I
going to do with him NOW?
tbc!
nutbug

Subj: Keith's in the Dungeon: 2/2: Boo hoo!
Keith watched me with tear-red eyes as I raised the
whip again. But he was angry, not boo-hooey.

"Why don't you just kill me?" he honestly wanted to
know.

I shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe I'll just beat you to
within an inch of your life."

He scowled. "Proving WHAT? That your power is supreme
or some other crap like that? I already told you that
I'm sorry, that I didn't know what he was up to...What
more are you going to do to me? Shouldn't you be
punishing HIM?"

I whirled, angry now myself. "You BETRAYED me! Doesn't
that mean ANYTHING to you?!"

"I WOULDN'T BE HERE IF IT DIDN'T!!!!" He made sure
that everyone in the Dungeon heard. Maybe the
party-goers upstairs heard, too.

His beat-up jumpsuit slid down just past his belly
button.

He sighed. "Come ON, Gina. Take me back. PLEASE."

I looked away. "I don't know. I don't think I can ever
trust you again."

He sighed again. "It's hard when someone close to you
betrays you, isn't it? I can relate..."

I didn't say anything, but I was thinking 'Then you
should have THOUGHT about that BEFORE you told him to
see me.'

He scowled. "I TOLD you. I didn't know what he was up
to. I'm really upset about it. Listen. I know I'm
dense when it comes to women. And whenever YOU come up
I'm a total idiot."

I sighed. "Won't work."

"But it IS. I can see it on your face. You're
betraying yourself."

"Doesn't matter what my *face* says. You really hurt
me. I—"

The jumpsuit slid down to his knees. Nothing was
holding it up.

"Come ON. How long are you going to punish me?"

"As long as it takes."

"LOOK at me, I'm a wreck."

"Serves you right."

"I've learned my lesson. Take me back."

"Why the hell SHOULD I?"

He grinned. "Because all of your punishment is
*really* doing is telling me that you miss me as much
as I miss you. You wouldn't've punished me to this
degree if you didn't want me."

"Don't try to use that psychology crap on me."

"Prove me wrong."

I left the cell instead.

*****

I didn't know where I was going, but somehow I wound
up in the Harem Gardens.

didn't want me>

"Shut UP, shut UP, SHUT UP!!!!"

I picked some roses. "He's nothing but a piece of poop
and I should NEVER have met him."



"No I DON'T."

But I did and I knew it. There was no one like him
and...

I looked up. Lance was standing not too far away.

He scowled. "WHAT do you think you're doing out here?
Keith needs you."

I sneered. "I GAVE him some attention."

He walked towards me. "You really *are* a cold-hearted
bitch. How much sorrier do you want him to be? Sure,
he betrayed you, but he didn't mean to. Give him a
break."

I shook my head. "I didn't get to be this way by
letting people walk all over me with that 'give me a
break' crap."

He reached me. "And you're going to *stay* that way.
Know what I mean?"

I glared at him with eyes that were suddenly full of
tears. "That's all right by *me*."

He shook his head angrily. "Now you're being selfish.
Don't let Keith go. Not like this, not for this
reason. No one is perfect. Maybe you expected too much
from him and he finally proved to you that he's a
human being. Lighten up."

I smiled bitterly. "Why does it always take someone
else to point out when I'm really wrong about
something like this?"

He grinned. "Because you've been on your own too
long." He bent and extended a hand to me. "Come on. He
must *really* be missing you now."

I took it and he helped me to stand. I lightly kissed
his cheek and he blushed. "Doo irasshimashite," I
whispered.

He grinned. "Noooo problem. Now c'mon."

*****

Keith wasn't in his cell when I got there.

I'd kinda *expected* that, but it was still a painful
shock.

"I've lost him forever, just because I'm a selfish old
bitch," I said, sitting down on the floor.


But is this REALLY the end?????
Anyone wanna take this away?

nutbug Keith's in the Dungeon Room: last bit: grab a kleenex
(Argh. John. Me wants the CD!!!! Don't make me ask
Jenn to spank you with the P-envy feather. Then again,
if she did and you giggled like the female mouses do
in those "Tom & Jerry" cartoons...Yes, I am a very
sick person.)

Above me I heard the party STILL going, but it didn't
matter to me even though I'd planned the blast certain
to be heard around the galaxy.

Damn. I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself. I
needed to stop having such high expectations of people
even though that was the way I had been raised and
trained.

Lance was right. I *had* been on my own for too long.
But I *wasn't* alone, now. Upstairs were my husband,
my other sisters and the most gorgeous slaves all of
the known universes had to offer, some of the latter
hand-picked by me and/or Rameses.

Oh yes, and John too, who was now making 'em jam to an
improvisational version of "Will". His voice beat in
time with the rhythm, almost a rap, but not quite.
Yeah, baby.

But where was Keith, the man with whom I shared an
affectionate lust the likes of which I'd never known
before? Someone had obviously set him free, maybe the
man himself.

I'd left him alone for too long. For all I knew he
could be at the party, enjoying himself as he rightly
deserved. I only hoped he'd had the sense to change
clothes. He'd get ravaged to no end in that clingy
jumpsuit.

I heaved a sigh. Best that I just return to my
chambers and take a nice long nap. I could miss ONE
Harem Party. The girls would understand. I HOPED.

"Hey, what're you doing here, all alone? A beautiful
woman like you, dressed like that..."

I knew who THAT was. "GREG! You leave me the hell
alone or else I'll—"

He put his hands up in the univoisol "peace" gesture.
"Whoa there. While you've been down here Keith told me
off, Lotor told me off, Jenn whipped me almost to
shreds—not that I didn't enjoy THAT—and then Lotor
called Zarkon and told him that I should be in charge
of HIS guards as well as the ones over here. So I've
been put in my place and I'll be too busy to chase
you." He leered at me. "But you MUST know, I'll always
want you. You're so hot I bet you have to wear
asbestos to keep from seriously burning yourself." He
licked his lips. "I don't want to be one of the many
at your feet. I want to be one of the ones in—"

"That's QUITE all right, I understand." I raised my
whip. "Goodbye, Greg. Good luck."

He bowed. "By the way, Keith said to tell you that he
forgives you and that he'll see you later." He
shrugged. "That's all he said before running off to
wherever he was going."

He left, leaving me wondering.

I reconsidered taking a nap. I could pop by the party.
It wouldn't hurt. And it would be good to dance and
eat and have some fun.

*******

I didn't think anyone noticed when I walked into the
Gym. The Party was wall-to-wall. But no orgies, thank
goodness, I couldn't handle that now.

But Tamy saw me, and hugged me. "We MISSED you! Oh, we
were afraid that you'd miss this blast!"

I grinned. "You know me..." I danced with her a
little.

She burst out laughing. "There's food and fun and—oh
MAN! Just enjoy yourself...." Hazar walked by and
winked at her. "...I know *I* AM. Excuse me..." She
went after him.
Seconds later both of them made joyous sounds and I
smiled. We might not see Tamy for a week if Hazar's
rep was justified.

I mingled my way into the blast, stopping to chat
here, dancing with someone there. It felt good. I was
happy. I thought I even saw Bob there, discussing
literature with Pidge of all people. Go fig.

It looked as though everyone was having a great time.
Good! I'd planned well. And everyone was going to
leave with a big bag full of souvenirs and mementos,
even the Ladies.

I hummed along with John's latest song as I mingled
some more. I saw Lotor with a Lower Slave and decided
to free him by asking him for a dance.

He caught my eye and jerked his head towards the bar.

Keith stood there.

It seemed everything else froze in time.

Keith grinned deviously and beckoned.

I don't respond to beckons without polite words and he
*knows* it.

He blew me a kiss full of promises.

That was good enough for me. Just BARELY.

I began to make my way over to him. He began to make
his way over to me.

We faced each other somewhere between the dreamy-eyed
Jenn and the dancing Hunk and Tia (another go fig).

He spoke first. "I—oh DAMMIT." He tackled me to the
floor.

"KEITH!"

"Shut. Up."

I chuckled. "Yes, Master."

"You better believe it."

*****
And to all a WONDERFUL night.
heheheheheh
nutbug
Tamy and Lotor were all over each other on the couch she had left but a few moments ago.

Rosemary inadvertently interrupted them.

"Oh, sorry!" she nearly squealed, and blushed.

Tamy got off of their GrandMaster. "What's up...no pun intended."

Lotor growled and then pinched her for that remark. "What is it?" he snapped at Rosemary.

Rosemary bowed her head. "They've made up.

Lotor's eyes lit up. "They're in her chambers or the Rack Room?"

Rosemary shook her head. "They're making a lemon layer cake in the kitchen."

Lotor cursed as he got off the couch. "We'll finish this later, Tam."

She shrugged. "*I* can hold it, but can *you*?"

He grinned at her. "When you have as much as I do you can be patient."

She threw a cushion at him.

It bounced off Rosemary's head.

"Ow...."

"Oh SORRY!" Tamy quickly got off the couch and gently examined the injured area.

Rosemary nodded. "That's okay, I'm okay."

Lotor shook his head at them. "Yes, Tamy, it's okay, your aim won't matter much when I return."

She made a face at him.

He chuckled. "I'll be back before you know it."

He left the room.

Tamy held Rosemary at arm's length. "Are they *really* making up?"

Rosemary nodded.

Tamy thought about this. "I hope it's a big cake."

********

Lotor took a few seconds to peek in at how the other Ladies were preparing the Harem for the finally-happening event, then he went into the kitchen to see what Keith and I were up to.

He saw noone.

"Strange...the oven is on, I smell lemon cake and I see her Hot Tuna Surprise on the stove...well, wherever they are, they're not far. Gina's very serious about cooking food properly."

A soft groan of displeasure came from somewhere not far away from where he was.

He followed the sound to a counter, where I was resting my elbows while one of Keith's hands was doing some deep-sea exploring.

Lotor folded his arms across his chest and waited patiently.

Keith shrugged. "Believe it or not, this is *not* what it looks like."

Lotor raised an eyebrow.

Keith shrugged again.

"I'm looking for some candy decorations," he explained.

Lotor raised both eyebrows. "Really."

I nodded. "He was attempting to decorate *me* but things got a little crazed."

Lotor rolled his eyes. "I do *not* want to know."

I continued anyhow: "I *told* him it's a waste of time to try to get them back. All he's doing is spreading the sugar."

Lotor began to chuckle.

"And you're going to tell me you're *not* enjoying this?"

Both of us nodded.

Lotor burst out laughing.

"Keith, I see evidence that you're lying."

Keith shrugged yet again. "Reflex," he said, then looked Lotor over. "I too see evidence of arousal," he noted. "Is that reflex too?"

Lotor shook his head. "Seeing any of my Ladies like this is food for the deepest and darkest of fantasies."

I rolled my eyes. "Boys, *please*."

"Boys?!" Both of them spat the word out.

I scowled. "It is very nice that both of you are admiring this sight but please—"

Lotor lifted my T-shirt and sports bra.

"My little desideratum, you have no choice now, you are to be taken by your husbands. Well, the husband and the *future* husband."

I rolled my eyes again. "Oh, *great*."

Keith shook his head. "*You* take her, I still want my decorations back."

Lotor growled: "How am I supposed to do that while your hand is still in place there?"

Keith flushed. "Oh."

Lotor shook his head slowly again. "Idiot."

"I am not a piece of meat!" I said as Keith slowly removed his fingers.

"You are *my* meat, and I shall distribute you as I so choose," Lotor reminded me as he took my clothes off.

I clamped his fingers between my thighs.

"No."

Both men immediately backed away.

"You test me," Lotor warned.

Keith grinned for the first time. "Can we whip her? Can we whip her?"

Lotor shook his head. "I've seen her take a full three hours of severe punishment."

Keith suddenly gasped and smacked himself on the forehead. "OH!"

I smiled.

"What?" Lotor demanded, forcibly removing his trapped fingers.

Keith grinned. "We forgot to say 'please'."

Lotor grinned. "OH, indeed."

Both men went down on their knees and begged me to please, please let them have their way with me.

"I'm not in the mood," I replied.

Lotor kissed my knee. "Did Keithy hurt you?"

Keith kissed the weak area behind that knee. "I'm sorry. You know how I get when I'm in one of my stubborn modes."

"You're...always....stubborn..." I breathed as tingles went through me. They knew their skills, these two did.

"Please, baby, please..." Lotor began to nibble.

Keith chuckled. "Never thought I would hear *you* say *that*, Lotor...." He gently tickled me.

I fought to stay upright. I could not give in, I would not give in....but these two were overwhelming me.

"Let go, let it go," Keith softly commanded.

Lotor whispered some words in his native language.

I didn't understand any of it, but suddenly my knees were buckling and the two men were lowering me to the ground.

"Not fair..." I whispered as they slightly impatiently waited for permission.

Lotor chuckled. "You forget, I am always able to win you over."

"Me too." Keith didn't want to be left out.

These two were incorrigible and impossible.

"All right, all right, have your little piece of fun, but I *won't* enjoy it."

They exchanged knowing looks that said, "Yeah, RIGHT."

Then they aimed to change my mind.

It's too dang quiet, so.....here's a scare. For ME, anyway.
I'm not jumping on a bandwagon or anything. This was
bound to happen sooner or later, is all.

I woke up in Keith's arms feeling more sore than
usual. Also, I didn't feel too well, a rarity for me
since I loves my fruits, veggies, grapefruit juice,
and exercise.

Later, I popped my head into the Doc's office to make
an appointment.

"Hey, I can see you NOW," Sarah said, and yawned. She
wasn't back to her full self yet. Having one baby is
enough of a trial, but THREE? Geez, I couldn't. It's
not so much the pain, but I don't the patience.

I nodded and plunked myself down on an examination
table. "I don't feel well. My head's hurting and my
stomach is cramping."

She nodded as she got some tools of the trade. "You
didn't have your monthly contraceptive shot, so it's
probably just a reaction to that."

I blinked. "I...*didn't*?"

She nodded again. "And with all of the activity at the
Party, who *knows* what's going on inside you? But
that's what I'm going to find out." She put on gloves
and raised a hypo. "Let's see what your blood tells
me."

Minutes later she told me. "You're not going to like
this...or maybe you will."

I began to tremble. I didn't like the look in her
eyes. "Wh-what?"

"Your hormonal balance is shifting because your body
is in preparation for—"

I *really* began to feel sick. "No. No. NO. Tell me
it's not so."

She nodded grimly. "It IS. You didn't get your
contraception shot, and your body recovers quickly,
so...Let's just say that you were *quite* fertile this
month."

"Waitaminute, wait a *minute*. I was supposed to get
my shot *last week*. Are you telling me that this made
a major difference?"

She nodded. "You can analyze and debate it all that
you want to, but sooner or later you're just going to
have to accept it. You. Are. Pregnant."

Ohhhhhhhhh geeeeeeeeezzzzzz.

"But I thought that it won't show up on tests for a
week or something like that? Doesn't it take *time*
for the body to realize that something's going on down
there?"

"You're debating again. You better go tell the
father."

"But..." I blushed. "...the father is either Lotor,
Keith, Rameses, Ken (the G-Force captain), Darien,
Sebastian, or whoever that gorgeous French man in the
hallway was."

She rolled her eyes. "At least you didn't name
Zarkon."

I nodded meekly and slid off the table.

"Oh. By the way," she remembered something, "I think
you'd better be careful. The preliminary tests
indicate that the child has the Venusaen Curse gene."

I nearly fainted. First pregnancy, now *this*?

She winced. "You've had this gene all your life but
it's only one-sided, from your father. Something in
the gene make-up of your baby's father has activated
it in the child."

"Oh God, no." If the child indeed did have this gene,
he or she was doomed. If he or she survived to be
born, poliomyelitis would try to guarantee his or her
premature death.

"An innocent life...wasted..." I began to cry.

She checked another chart. "The father is either
Lotor, Rameses, Keith or Sebastian, I'm not one
hundred percent sure which. I'll tell you in a few
more seconds, the analyzer's not finished yet."

As I debated whether or not to wait for the answer,
she gasped. "It's Ram-O!"

"WHAAAAAAAT?"

She nodded again. "It's him all right. That's his
DNA...it's him. Without a doubt."

"He must have come to me while I was sleeping! There's
no other way. I haven't had him in *months*. He's been
busy mooning over Moonie."

She shrugged. "However he did it, he did it. He's the
father of your baby. You better tell him ASAP."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
nutbug

Ram-O finds out he's a dada and...well...just read
When I left the doc's office I felt sick to my stomach
and had to run to the nearest lavatory.

I hadn't eaten anything yet, so there was nothing to
regurgitate. But dammit, I felt sick, sick, sick.

Damned whacked-out hormones.

Weak, I sat down on the floor near the toilet.

Of course, Keith and Rameses found me.

Keith was clueless as usual, but Rameses took one look
at me and just KNEW.

He narrowed his eyes. "Who's the father?"

Well, that certainly took HIM of the ol' list of
possibilities.

Keith's eyes bugged out. He wanted to swell up with
pride but wanted to be sure first.

I winced as a cramp laced my tum-tum. "Ram-O."

Rameses cursed. "I'm going to kick his Mistress
Moonie-mooning ass. He must have come to you in the
dead of night. WIMP."

Keith pouted. "It's not ME. How can it NOT be me? You
and I have gone all out more times this month than you
and Lotor have this year..."

Lotor stuck an angry head in. "THANKS for the
reminder. And may *I* remind YOU that MY seed is much
more potent than yours AND my skills more satisfactory
than every man in this Harem combined? Need I ALSO
remind you who the GrandMaster around here is?"

"Oh shut UP, all of you." I managed to stand up. "Quit
with the ego-tripping. I have to tell Ram-O the, ahem,
wonderful news."

"We'll go with you." Rameses and Keith each punched
open palms with fists.

Lotor nodded. "Yes. He'll need immediate medical
attention..."

*****

Ram-O sat on a window ledge strumming away on his
guitar.

Geez he looked sad. Moonie's being away was really
tearing him to pieces.

He hadn't moved from this spot all week, his thoughts
told me.

I immediately became suspicious.

"You guys wait outside," I whispered to the other men.

They mumbled and cursed and grumbled, but they
complied.

I approached Ram-O. "Ram-O."

He turned his head. His eyes were so red you couldn't
tell they're brown.

I pointed to him, then to my stomach.

His eyes bugged out of his head and he clutched his
heart. "You know that I haven't moved from this spot.
Not that I'm not GLAD or anything."

"LIAR! I'm going kick you to shreds for taking
advantage of her!" Rameses burst into the room.

"WAIT!" I put up a hand and bent over as pain kicked
me in the abdomen. "Wait," I said weakly. "Something's
not right."

I was too late. Rameses had already grabbed Ram-O and
was beating him up.

Lotor was following my train of thought. "Haggar," he
whispered angrily, as in kick-her-ass angrily.

"What? What?" Keith was all ears.

Lotor growled. "Haggar did it somehow."

"But why? But why?" Keith sounded like a broken record
and he was thisclose to being slapped.

"Because she CAN," I whispered.

Rameses scowled as he let Ram-O go. He cursed in his
native tongue. No one understood what he meant but we
knew that the old witch was in some deep poopoo.

Ram-O collapsed to the ground and moaned so humorously
pitifully I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't laugh.

"I'm a dada," he whispered. "Holy hell and heaven, I'm
a dada."

Lotor and Rameses, who usually don't get along too
well with each other, exchanged nods and then left.

Keith cursed as he rushed over to help Ram-O. "It
should have been me, it should have been ME."

I almost felt sorry for him.

Ram-O remembered something. "I carry the polio gene, I
hope the baby doesn't."

I bowed my head. "So do I. I mean, I carry it. The
baby has it, Ram-O. I don't know if it will
survive..."

I began to cry. Damned hormones.

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!" Ram-O, normally cool as a cuke,
tore himself out of Keith's grip and reached for my
throat. "YOU COLD-HEARTED BITCH!"

My tears came in a flood.

"LAY OFF HER!" Keith restrained him. "She's delicate
right now."

Ram-O looked all around. "I think...I think I just got
over Moonie. I'm a father now, I can't think about
her."

Keith raised a disbelieving eyebrow. Hell would freeze
over before Ram-O fell OUT of love with Moonie.

I managed to stand up straight. "I...need to sit
down."

Keith let go of Ram-O, who immediately scooped me up
and set me down on my sofa. "You just rest as long as
you need to. I'll bring you some soft food. Keith will
bathe you."

He hummed as he left the room.

Keith shook his head slowly. "He's in denial. He
doesn't want to accept that you might lose the baby or
it might be stillborn."

I began to cry again. "Neither do I, to a point. Hey."
I barely managed to stand. "Get me to the bath."

He scooped me up just before my knees began to wobble.

"Hey, take it easy, take it easy," he said so gently
that one would think that HE was the father.

I clung to him and pushed away the wish that he was.

******

Lotor and Rameses found Haggar in the Gym trying to
convince one of the Harem Guards to, ahem, come go
with her.

"Oh, hello," she said too brightly.

Rameses stepped forward. "What the HELL did you do to
her?"

Haggar pretended that she didn't know WHAT he was
TALKING about.

Lotor raised an eyebrow and his laser sword.

Haggar's eyes widened. All the magic in the universe
wouldn't deter him from using that on her when he was
in the mood he was in now.

"All right, I made him do it, no pun intended, in his
dreams. She DESERVES it. She's nothing but a bitch, do
you hear me?"

Lotor scowled. "Because she beat my father up."

Haggar scowled. "Her heels are just a bit too high, if
you understand what I mean. Strutting around here,
thinking she's invincible..."

Rameses grrrrrrrrd. "YOU'RE the bitch around here, you
dried up old thing."

Haggar gasped. "You DARE?!" She aimed a finger at his
lower regions and a bright bolt of light shot out of
it.

Lotor easily blocked it with his sword.

It rebounded into Haggar, who screamed and crumpled to
the ground.

Lotor shook his head slowly. "I think she wanted to
perform an instant neuterism. It won't hurt HER any."

Haggar writhed on the ground. "You THINK?!" she yelled
in frustration.

"Let's leave. I doubt she'll do this to anyone again."
Lotor patted Rameses' shoulder.

Rameses nodded. "Once she has the baby Gina'll come
for her and make SURE she'll never do this to anyone
again."

Haggar scowled. "That baby won't live! It's cursed, I
tell you! It has a demon-gene! It'll be born dead in
blood..."

Lotor and Rameses and everyone else in the room
ignored her.

Haggar winced as her brain decided that she'd suffered
enough pain and she lapsed into unconciousness.

*******
Sad, sad, sad...
tbc!
nutbug

More insanity!: Slighty spicy, ewwwwwww. and oh NO!
But first:

Keith did all that he could to comfort me, massaging
me, talking softly to me and making all sorts of crazy
promises.

Finally, he just gave up and held me close, burying my
face in his shoulder with one hand and stroking my
back with the other.

"I'm so damned sorry. If I'd stayed awake just a
little bit longer..." He was close to tears.

I shook my head. "You know that you wouldn't've been
able to do anything."

"#&*@#&@*(#&@!)#@&!* that Haggar," he whispered
harshly.

I gently drew my head back to place a little kiss on
his shoulder. "Sshhh..."

He tasted of the sandlewood, musk oil and mint bath
oil he'd put in the water and I fought the urge to
jump his bones.

He let out a long, shuddering sigh. "I'm going to
marry you."

"Whatever FOR? I have all the protection I need here.
I appreciate the thought, but it's just not practical.
And you're a Captain, I'm a Harem Slave. That counts
too."

He scowled. "You're a Princess."

"That won't matter and you know it. Please, Keith.
Don't complicate things. You're here and you have full
Harem privileges, that's more than enough for me."

"All right. If you say so. But you're never going to
be left unprotected in bed again...oh geeez..." He
cursed again. "Sorry."

"That's okay." I held him close.

"I'm going to talk to Lotor about having a 24/7 guard
placed here. Alex isn't motivated because he's mooning
over Ram-O."

I didn't say anything. Keith was in a Mood.

He sighed again. "At least with me around she can't
try too much."

I hoped he was right.

"Hey." He shook me a little.

"What?"

"Name the baby after me. Male or female."

I couldn't resist laughing. "You NUT!"

He grinned. "Either that, or wait until we have our
own."

I stopped laughing. "What IS it with your needing to
reproduce? What's gotten into you?"

He frowned. "I can't help wanting you to have my
child. I dunno. Maybe it's a male pride thing or
something."

"That's not very flattering."

He scowled. "Then I'm saying it wrong. Listen to me.
I...I want us to be parents. I...dammit, I just have
this overwhelming urge to see a little you or me or us
running around, a little one to...Oh
@%^%#^@#$%&&&*%#."

I smiled. I almost understood what his problem was.
"Not *now*, Keith. Let's get to that when and if the
time comes."

He gasped. "Are you saying that you'll do it?"

I put a forefinger on his lips. "When and if the time
comes, I said."

"That's good enough for me, I can wait."

"You have no choice, you *have* to wait."

"I love it when you talk like that." One of his hands
strayed and soon, despite myself, I forgot all about
the current situation.

***

Rameses and Lotor saw Ram-O in the kitchen and shook
their heads slowly.

Ram-O was *cooking*.

"Hey! Since when have *you* become domestic?" Remy
asked him jokingly.

Ram-O jerked. "H-Huh?!"

Lotor gave Remy a light swat on the head. "Leave him
be, he's a father."

"Not for long," Ram-O muttered as he flipped a
pancake.

Remy and Lotor exchanged looks. "What do you MEAN?"
they asked in unison.

Ram-O sighed. "Both Mistress Gina and I carry one-half
of the polio gene. The child is..."

He was overcome with held-back emotion and flung the
flipper (spatula to y'all) across the room.

"Damnation and crap!" Remy rushed over to comfort him.

Lotor narrowed his eyes and rushed out to find Haggar.

*****

He found her playing with my whips in the Rack Room.

She jumped and whirled to face him.

He was so angry that she was scared witless. If his
vibes didn't kill her he certainly would, ripping her
to shreds with his bare hands if it were possible.

He pointed to the Rack of Doom.

She walked over without a word or gesture.

******

Keith's head broke the surface of the water. "We
*can't*, you know. Even if you wanted to, we can't.
But there *are* other ways..."

He went under again.

****

Every time Haggar tried to use her magic to escape
Lotor distracted her with another crack of the whip.

"I can't change it, you know! What's done is done!"

"YOU LIE! MAKE THE BABY NORMAL AND HEALTHY!"

"I CAN'T!!!"

"LIAR!!!!"

****

The Ladies rushed over to the Room to see what the
hell was going on. They already knew of my condition
of course, and wanted to see if Haggar was going to
rectify the situation.

*****

Sarah yawned as she put down yet another scientific
volume. She'd consulted with dozens of doctors,
scientists and surgeons, all of whom had told her the
same thing: There was nothing that could be done.

She didn't believe it. There had to be *something*.

*****

I leaned my head back and yelled Keith's name, then
heard Sammie-ma silently call me.



I scowled.





inch of her miserable existence.>



I shrugged.



Keith's head broke the surface again. "That *was* a
terrible thing to say. But there's nothing any of us
can do when he gets like this. He'd kill us all
without hesitation."

I felt Sammie-ma heave a sigh. Keith was right. But
that didn't make her feel any better.

"C'mon." Keith grabbed a towel and some "hair gear".
"I'm going to fix your thick unruly hair and then
we're going to see if there's anything that can be
done."

****

Rameses carried Ram-O on his back to the Rack Room.

Ram-O gasped when he saw what was going on.

Haggar's head was drooping and she was bleeding icky
thick green-blue blood from several places.

Lotor was raising the twelve-footer to strike again.
Other whips lay broken all over the room.

"GrandMaster Lotor! Wait! Stop!"

Everyone, including Lotor, glared at him. What the
HELL?

Haggar narrowed her eyes. Could it be that he *knew*?

Ram-O slid off of Remy's back. "I know what she
wants..." He strode over to her. "I know what the
*real* reason she did this is and I'm going to let her
have it."

Lotor raised an eyebrow.

Everyone else covered their eyes and turned away.

Haggar threw her head back and cackled.

"Come to me then, boy! Come to your *real* Mistress!"

****

Ram-O's scream in my mind made my head jerk back.

"OhmyGOD! NO!"

I collapsed.

***

Ram-O, broken mentally and physically, passed out.

"Oh my Mistress I have failed you and our child..."

***

Haggar's cackling was triumphant now. "There. I HAVE
WON!"

The Ladies began to cry. This was beyond torture, to
do that to a person, especially poor sweet Ram-O,
who'd never hurt anyone.

Lotor raised his whip, then dropped it. His anger had
left him.

"Get him to Sarah. NOW. Before we lose him."

Rameses and one of the Harem Guards walked over to
obey him.


(Serena wail)
What's NEXT?

nutbug I lose the baby: Sad, sad, sad
This was getting too sad. One more after this and then
it's over. :(

I heard Ram-O scream and opened my eyes.
I smelled food and slowly turned my head to see it.
A plate of pancakes, bacon and sausages and a tall
glass of orange juice waited for me on one of the
nightstands.

I didn't see any butter or syrup on the pancakes,
which meant--hopefully--that whoever had made them had
put brown sugar and syrup--the REAL kind--in the
batter.

I bit my lower lip hopefully. If this were the case
then a wonderful sweetness would tickle my taste buds
whenever I ate a piece of pancake.

I felt a sudden change in the atmosphere and
temperature of the room and scowled.

Greg.

Blimey.

My stomach cramped painfully, but not from hunger. It
was as though...I couldn't put my finger on it...

"I just HAD to come and see you. I heard. I'm sorry.
It should have been Keith's."

I cursed under my breath. "Do you MIND? I'm trying to
eat here."

"'Hello' would be nice."

"It would be if I WANTED to be nice. Ooooof!"

....It was as though, as gruesome as this sounds, as
though my stomach wanted to sneeze but had no way out.

BAW!

The pain went all through me and left me weak and
gasping.

Greg rushed over. "What's wrong?"

I tried to push him away. "Go away! Leave me alone!"

It was a good thing I was already lying on my bed.

I heard Keith's and Rameses' running footsteps.

"Geeeeeeeeennnnnaaaaaaaaaa!"

Good GRIEF that man has a big mouth.

They came running in like trouble, as my mother used
to say.

Greg raised his sword.

I got the sudden feeling that something was about to
go very, very wrong.

"She says leave her alone," Greg said petulantly.

Keith ignored this. "Gina, you don't look good...I
think you should see the doc."

"I'LL carry her." Rameses began to walk over to me.

"NO!!!!" Greg rushed over. "I'LL do it! Leave her
alone!"

"I ORDER you to let him do it!" Keith yelled.

Greg shrugged. "Fine."

He tripped Rameses.

As quickly as I moved, it wasn't quickly enough.

All I could think of was how much it hurt as my eyes
closed.

********

I was crying before I opened my eyes.

Lotor was crying too; so were the Harem Ladies. Bob
was crying too.

Seeing HIM cry REALLY broke me into pieces.

Red-eyed Doc Sarah had to tell me the bad news.

But she didn't have to say a word, really. I already
knew. I felt the emptiness, the loss of an innocent
soul.

"Where's Ram-O?" I croaked.

Jenn raised her head. She'd been bouncy-happy before
this situation had started. She was as red-eyed as the
others. It took a lot to break HER down.

I felt as though I had let her, and everyone, down. I
turned my head away.

"He's with Zarkon," she whispered. "Haggar sent him
there. Zarkon's wanted him to serve HIM for a very
long time. None of us could stop her spell from
working."

Lotor grabbed my hand. "We'll get him back."

"So he can constantly be reminded of what happened?
No. I'll send him to where he can recover. One day,
when he's ready, I'll send for him...."

I winced as another stomach cramp went through me.

"You lost some blood," Sarah pointed out. "You need to
rest."

I heaved a sigh. "Rest. RIGHT. Sure."

Greg stuck his head in. "Hey—"

A great powerful force went into me and I went after
him.

I cursed, I hit him, I tried to tear him limb from
limb.

Vaguely I heard shouts and warnings, all of which I
ignored.

Something sharp pricked my arm.

Against my will I slipped into unconciousness....


one more part to go!
nutbug

Last bit of my sad tale: Surprise, surprise!: With one bit of violence
Greg managed to drag himself out of the Harem hospital
and cursed as Guards immediately pursued him. He was
their superior, but he had done wrong.

He knew the Harem inside and out, so it was easy for
him to elude them via a secret door. But it still took
him a few seconds to be sure that he was alone.

His communicator buzzed.

He cursed and answered it. "YES, Zarkon?"

Zarkon scowled. "I'm paying you an exorbitant amount
of money, you'd better answer me better than that."

Greg rolled his eyes and let out a deep, heaving
breath. "All right." He batted his eyes. "Hello, my
dear King."

Zarkon chuckled. "That's more like it. I assume that
the problem has been taken care of?"

'Don't assume ANYTHING, you old fool,' Greg thought.
"Yes, Zarkon. You have the slave and the assurance
that the child is no more, and the witch has been
properly chastized."

"Then you had better make yourself scarce." Zarkon
frowned. "You are a marked man as it is." He leaned
backwards a little. "You have done well. When it is
safe, return to me."

Greg shook his head, then grinned deviously. 'I'm
going far away with the money,' he thought.

Zarkon narrowed his eyes. "I am glad that the little
bitch won't be having his child. I cannot have
anything connecting him to that Harem. I will have his
total loyalty."

Greg yawned. He didn't care about THAT. He just wanted
this conversation to end so he could leave.

"And Haggar..." Zarkon chuckled. "This will teach her
not to trifle with my affairs. I do not trust her when
she acts alone."

"Mmmm-hmmmmm." Greg closed his eyes and imagined me
dancing on a table only for him...in chains.

Zarkon heaved a sigh. "It's not easy, being the King
of Doom. There're the assasination attempts, the wars
and battles, my abhorrent disobedient son, the Harem
Bitches...."

Greg's finger hovered near the button that would end
the transmission. "Excuse me, Zarkon, but my position
is being revealed. I have to leave."

Zarkon blinked as he came out of his reverie. "Oh.
Yes. Go. I shall wait for your return."

Greg cursed as he ended the transmission. He couldn't
run away with the money now. If he didn't report back
to Zarkon within the next week, the old fool would
send soldiers—maybe Lotor—after him.

"Damn, damn, damn!" he muttered.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Get your ass out here NOW!"

It was Lotor.

Greg dropped his communicator and stepped back.

Lotor's foot crash-opened the door.

Greg gasped. "Lotor—I—"

Lotor grabbed him around his neck and drew his other
hand, formed into a no-nonsense fist, back.

He cursed in Drule, heaping anathema upon him.

"You. TRAITOR!!!!!!!!"

Greg screamed and fainted, which saved him from seeing
Lotor's fist slam into his face.

Lotor dragged him into the hallway, into the crowd of
waiting guards.

He flung Greg at them. "Kill him," he said as casually
as if he had told them he was going for a walk.

They nodded, saluted him, then went off to do as
ordered.

Lotor wiggled the fingers of the hitting hand as he
watched them leave. He'd gladly have taken care of
Greg himself, but the Guards would do a much better
job, being as he had been their boss.

He grinned wickedly. A life for a life sounded fair to
HIM.

He walked back towards Sarah's offices.

*****

Keith wouldn't let go of my hand.

Rameses couldn't get him to budge.

"Come on, Master Keith, you need to rest."

Keith ignored him. "How is she, Doc? She looks so
pale..."

Sarah checked my charts. "She'll be fine, she just
needs lots of rest. Knowing HER, I'll have to tie her
to that bed to force her to rest..."

She trailed off as she saw the suddenly angry look in
Keith's eyes.

"What?"

Keith sighed. "If she's ever stupid enough to skip her
monthly shot again, let me know IMMEDIATELY."

"Why?"

Keith scowled. "So I can kick her ass."

Sarah narrowed her eyes at him. "Does this...does this
mean that you don't to have children with her
anymore?"

Keith shook his head. "We'll both know when the time
is right."

Sarah smiled. "Lotor may beat you to it."

"Not if *I* can help it."

Keith finally let go of my hand and sat down on the
bed next to mine.

Seconds later he was asleep on his back.

Rameses asked: "Will she ever be able to conceive
again?"

Sarah nodded. "The damage wasn't TOO bad. She's tough,
too."

Rameses caught Sammie-ma's eye and they thought the
same thing: What about Ram-O?

"I think we all should leave so that she can rest."
Sarah checked my vitals again.

The others nodded. Each patted my hand as they left
the room.

******

Ram-O struggled against the handcuffs as he was
roughly brought before Zarkon.

Zarkon sat up and watched with interest.

"Ram-O! Or *should* I call you, 'Romulus', my nephew
by way of Lotor's mother?"

He burst into the most evil laughter Ram-O had ever
heard.

Ram-O spat at him. "You DARE to reveal the secret,
Zarkon? You dare to threaten the very promise that you
yourself made to me the day I arrived at your son's
Harem?!"

One of the guards slapped him hard across the face.
"Do NOT speak to the King thus!"

Ram-O didn't even flinch.

Zarkon abruptly leaned forward and pointed a shaking
forefinger at him. "You will NOT shame me any longer!
I know of your ways with women AND men! I will CURE
you of that, starting NOW!"

He pointed to the guards standing near an open
doorway. "Send her in!"

In sauntered in a dominatrix that had obviously
studied—and was trying to copy—the styles of me and
Jenn.

She was a joke, and Ram-O had to restrain himself from
bursting into laughter.

Zarkon thought she was the sexiest thing in existence.
"Gina was gentle with you. She never pushed you past
your limits. She CARED about you. But this beautiful
woman doesn't give a damn about you. She's here to
make sure that you want only women in your bed."

He snapped his fingers and the guards brought Ram-O
towards her.

Ram-O locked eyes with her.

She stepped back. This one was strong. HE might cure
HER.

Zarkon didn't notice. "Do your worst, Mistress!"

He burst into laughter again.

*****

The Ladies got a nice surprise as they sat in the
Lounge trying to relax.

John of the Perfect Cheekbones stuck his head in the
doorway.

He was carrying a bunch of white roses in one hand and
his guitar in the other.

"Hello, girls," he said.

Jenn jumped up and ran over to him. "JOHN!"

"Hi!" the other Ladies chorused, then turned their
heads away as the loveboids got into a nice long
I-missed-you kiss.

They had to break when they ran out of breath.

"Are those for me?" Jenn asked breathily, sensing they
weren't, feeling a little disappointed (and jealous).

John grinned as he shook his head. "Not this time.
I've got something else for YOU."

Jenn giggled.

He winked at her. "These are for Gina. I'm going to
visit her for a little while and play for her. Y'know,
to cheer her up and speed her recovery."

"You are SO sweet!" Jenn said, blinking rapidly.

"Save those words for tonight," John said with promise
in his words.

Jenn blushed despire herself. "I may have something
for you, too."

"You BETTER." John winked at her again. "See you
later." He waved at the other Ladies. "Great seeing
you again."

"Great seeing you, too," they chorused.

John chuckled as he walked to the doc's offices/little
hospital.

*****

Lotor and John met near the doorway.

They narrowed their eyes at each other.

Lotor looked him up and down.

"You're going to sing for her?"

John nodded. "I care about her. And I care about my
fans."

Lotor nodded. "Go in, then. But I'm monitoring every
note."

"FINE." John rolled his eyes and then proceeded to
ignore him as he entered the room.

"Hi, Gina. I hope you can hear me. These are for
you..." He put the roses in the water-filled jug next
to my bed. "...and so is the music."

He began to play.

Alerted by the sounds, Keith opened his eyes, saw who
was playing...and smiled.

>ENDE<

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