Tainted Champagne: slightly raunchy...VERY slightly

A dreamy Keith rolled off me and lay flat on his back.

"Ohhhhh baby, that was SO good...I'd smoke but I
don't....where's the champagne?"

I chuckled as much as I could. I was out of breath.

"It's on the counter there." I pointed.

"Wonder how Jenn's doing with her new slave?" Keith
wondered aloud as he got the bottle out of its ice
bucket.

I grinned. "What *isn't* she doing with him?"

Keith grabbed the two champagne flutes on his bedside
cabinet.

"I don't know. I mean, I don't hear any screaming.
These walls aren't so thick that we won't hear them."

I threw a pillow at him. "*Stop* that."

He ducked and chuckled.

"Oh come on, you know I'm right."

I scowled. "Just make with the pouring, flyboy."

He gave me a grin that was part seduction, part
bestial, part humor, part cheerful and totally Grade A
male.

"Okay, okay, Mistress."

He handed me one of the flutes.

I sat up then held it up to the light.

"What's wrong? Don't you like champagne?"

I frowned. "There's something a little off about it."

He didn't like the slightly shaky tone of my voice.

"How's that?"

I turned the glass around. "The color's off and
there's something weird about the bubbles. Don't drink
any of it until I can figure it out."

He took the glass from me. "I'm the
scientifically-trained person here, I'll analyze it
myself."

He tossed the contents of my glass at one of the
plants near the window.

I gasped, then smacked him.

"That's my little rose plant, you ijit!"

He only narrowed his eyes, then pointed.

"Look."

The blooms went from pale pink to black, but otherwise
the plant stayed the same.

He winced.

"Haggar."

I sniffled. "My poor plant...."

"I'll get you another one." He clenched his jaw. "You
know what?"

"What?"

His eyes blazed.

"I've just about had it with that witch. Hating you is
one thing. But deliberately trying to poison you is
another."

"Ahhhhh, she does things like this all the time, and
not just to me."

He shook his head slowly.

"I've HAD it."

I scowled. "You can't very well set out to kill her.
That would be stooping to her ridiculous level. Let it
go."

He threw his glass across the room and cursed.

I winced. "Keith...."

He heard the "don't end it on account of her" in my
voice and sighed.

And sighed.

And sighed.

And sighed AGAIN.

Then he exhaled.

"Fine. But when we come back...she's dust."

I relaxed and reached for him.

"Okay, then. When we come back you can confront her—"

"No."

He slid back next to me.

"When we come back....like I said...she's dust."

I scowled again.

"This isn't a pipsqueak you want to take on."

He nodded.

"I know. But it's the principle of the thing."

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"That's you, so full of honor."

He nodded and reached for me.

"And soon....you'll be too."

"THAT was lame."

"THAT is a fact....."


*******fade to black*******
nite nite!
bugnut

Keithy's mad at me now..... :(
(in bed in our Honeymoon Room)

Keith: I can't BELIEVE that you Ladies laughed at us!

Me: It wasn't at you guys per se.....just that you
really thought that you needed to compete with the
guy. I mean, I married YOU, and we're still loyal to
you guys, isn't that enought for you NOT to be so
jealous?

Keith: HMPH. I'm not talking to you anymore.

Me: FINE, poutymouth. You just lie there and boo hoo
hoo all you want to.

Keith: I'm going home.

Me: So go. No one's stopping you. Call Coran and let
him know you're on the way.

Keith: I WILL.

Me: So DO it already and stop TALKING about it.

(I know he just wants to be comforted but I'm not
playing THIS game with him)

Keith: I AM, you know. I'm just going to get out of
this bed, put on my robe, go down to the comm room and
tell Coran I'm coming home.

Me: Yawn.

Keith: And you girls won't miss me, you'll just keep
on fighting over who's going to see Mister Stiffhead.

Me: I SAID, yawn.

(I turn on my side and pretend to fall asleep)

(Keith pouts more)

Keith: I'm doing it right now!

(He gets out of bed)

Keith: I'm leaving you alone so you can fight with the
other girls!

(Puts on his robe and heads for the open doorway)

Keith: Bye!

Me: Bye.

(Keith gasps)

Keith: You little....

Me: BYE!

(Keith leaves the room)

Me: FINALLY, some peace and quiet in this
room....Dang, I miss him already but I had to do it, I
had to let him leave...

(I wipe my eyes with my fingertips)

Will Keith get comforted?
Will he really leave?
Will Lotor rib him again?

Hey, who did he just bump into?????

nutbug

Uh oh! Keith's in trouble now......: Slightly raunchy
Keith collided with someone as he strode through the
hallways towards the kitchen.

"OOF!"

"EEP!" involuntarily replied a familiar female voice.

Keith reflexively caught its owner in a strong but
flexible grip.

"OH! It's YOU!" the female said with relief and
pleasure...too much for Keith's comfort.

It came to him very quickly.

"YOU!"

He half-dragged the female under the closest light and
was irritated to know he had been right.

It was the Lower Harem Slave that had come on to him
during our reception.

He roughly let her go.

"What are YOU doing here?"

She pouted.

"Mum-ra and I just had a few rounds of the MOST
incredible sex...but he was asleep during most of it.
I'm hungry, so I came looking for you."

Keith shook his head slowly.

"I wouldn't want you even if I WASN'T married. And
PLEASE, no one likes to hear about sex with Mum-ra."

She blinked rapidly, then recovered.

"But you two had a little squabble. I HEARD you—"

Without intending to, Keith grabbed her by the wrist
and squeezed while he hissed:

"Don't you EVER, *EVER* go back there without express
permission from Lotor!"

"Let me GO! Owwwww! But--but Zarkon said--"

"This is LOTOR'S Harem and what he says goes,
UNDERSTAND? Now get the hell out of here and go back
down to where you belong."

He lashed out with his arm as he released her, sending
her sprawling.

She landed against the wall with a muted thump.

Keith nodded with some satisfaction and walked on.

A few seconds later, he heard the sound of running
feet.

He turned and was almost too late to get out of the
way of her flying tackle.

"HOW did you—OOOF!"

They rolled around and around on the floor, she trying
to grab his collar, he easily batting her hands out of
the way.

They ended up with her on top and looking mighty
pleased with herself.

Keith scowled. "I THOUGHT I told you to go back down
to the Lower Harem?"

She slammed a hand onto his chest.

"Just because you married the Lady Bitch, it doesn't
make you a prince. I don't have to obey you."

He slapped the hand away.

"I don't give a flying--get the hell away from me. You
disgust me. I. Don't. Want. You. Get it?"

She answered that by trying to grab the Dragon of
Arus, which caused him to move away, which caused them
to roll again.

This time, HE ended up on top.

Quickly, he pinned her arms to the ground.

Mum-ra made a dragging, half-dead appearance some feet
away.

His eyes flew wide open at the sight of his recent
conquest about to be conquered again.

He didn't know how mistaken he was and wouldn't have
cared if he did.

He turned in the opposite direction, seeking Lotor.

**********

I felt like having some hot chocolate. I got out of
bed, pulled a robe on over my little nightgown, and
headed for the kitchen.

*********

Lotor was briefly too busy with Tam and Michelle to
hear Mum-ra banging on the door.

When he did, he cursed in a particularly foul stream
of Drule, reluctantly extruded himself from the
Ladies, strode over to the door, and flung it open.

Mum-ra tried not to look at the Sceptor of Doom....and
tried not to be jealous.

Lotor raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

Mum-ra took a deep, sighing breath.

"Keith and my new squeeze are all over each other in
the hallway back there."

Lotor's eyes widened, then he grinned.

"Leave him to it. He and Gina probably had a fight and
he feels the need to spread his seed."

He smiled at this piece of wit.

Mum-ra shrugged his shoulders.

"Never mind, then. Sorry I bothered you....but to make
it up to you, can I have one of THEM for the rest of
the night?"

Lotor moved out of the way in time to avoid screeches
of "NO!" and a LOT of flying pillows.

Mum-ra was knocked to the floor.

Lotor grinned and closed the door.

********

I heard sounds of struggling and went to investigate.

I was sorry when I discovered the source of those
sounds.

"KEITH! OH my GOD....WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT
SLAVE?!!!!!!"

Both of them jerked.

Keith got off her as quickly as he could and hastened
to explain.

"It's not what you think...SHE came on to ME...she
tackled me to the ground and tried to...she tried
to..." he blushed. "...GRAB it."

I looked pointedly at "it".

"Looks as though it would have LIKED being grabbed."

He gasped.

"No! Honey! You've got it all wrong!"

I winced.

"DO I? If I hadn't come upon you two--geeze I gotta
reword that--if I hadn't arrived here when I did, how
far would this 'struggle' have gotten?"

"Honey! How can you SAY such a thing? You KNOW me!"

"Maybe, maybe not. I don't have the time for this now.
I'm going to bed. I strongly suggest that you sleep in
the Lounge. ALONE. Goodnight."

"Honey—"

I had already turned back around and headed towards
our private chambers.

********

The slave woman was actually crying.

"I'm SO sorry, Master Keith....you two really love
each other. I just...I just wanted you...you're
irresistable, y'know...especially in that tux you
wore."

He had no sympathy for her.

"You may have cost me my marriage--and it hasn't even
begun yet. Get the HELL away from me NOW!"

But he was the one that walked away, leaving her in
tears.

An angry Mum-ra was waiting for him.

"You made her cry," he said.

Then he drew back his fist.

"You must be punished, flyboy...."

Lotor, his hair gorgeously naturally messed up, came
up behind him and grabbed that fist.

"NO."

Mum-ra jerked. "How—"

Lotor looked from him to Keith and back again.

"Now. Explain to me what the HELL is going on. Why is
that slave-woman back there crying? Keith..."

Keith bowed his head.

"I don't think Gina loves me any more. She thinks I
was cheating on her. I can't believe that she would
think that but it LOOKED as though I was although that
woman ambushed me and wouldn't leave me alone and—"

He raised his head. His eyes were wet.

"Excuse me, there's a couch in the Lounge with my name
on it."

He walked around the other two men and headed for the
Lounge, leaving them shaking their heads in disbelief,
sympathy and a little dismay.


Awwwwwwwwwww!
How will this end?
Any suggestions?

nite!
nutbug

Lotor tells me off: Mild objectionable language
Lotor strode through the Harem hallways towards the
private honeymoon chambers.

I was in deeeeeep trouble.

Lotor had had it up to HERE with the aggravation Keith
and I gave him.

When we weren't arguing we were all over each other
and when we weren't all over each other we were trying
to kill each other.

Our marriage was SUPPOSED to have put an END to the
soap opera that was our relationship.

HA!

Nothing had changed.

I had caught Keith struggling with a Lower Slave Woman
and had jumped to the wrong conclusion.

It was okay for Keith to have other women; I had no
problem with that.

But a LOWER HAREM SLAVE WOMAN????

HELL no.

Why debase himself? Why foul himself with her air?

Ewwwwwwwww!!

So I had walked away and left both of them there, not
wanting to be anywhere near either of them.

And as far as I was concerned, Keith could come back
to me only AFTER he'd been decontaminated.

The NERVE of that man, touching a woman like that...

What was her name, anyhow? I'd never bothered to ask.

Lotor was going to tell me that very soon....along
with giving me a piece of his mind.

*******

I sensed him approach and opened the door a minute
before he reached it.

He folded his arms across his chest and raised an
eyebrow at me.

I folded my arms across my chest and raised my head a
little.

He glowered.

"I've HAD it with you two."

I said nothing.

"All you two do is fight and/or have wild crazy sex."

Still, nothing from me.

"I'd get you two to divorce but it would be EVEN WORSE
for the rest of us."

Still nothing...

"The fighting....the yelling...the wall to wall
sex...good GRIEF, woman, when will it END? And
now--and now---he's sleeping on the couch, an innocent
victim of..what's her name again...oh. Rina."

Rina?

I raised an eyebrow.

Lotor nodded. "Yes. Imagine that? Rina. But that's
beside the point. Do you know what you are going to do
for me now?"

I nodded.

He nodded. "That's right. On to the rack with you. And
THEN, you are going to apologize to both Keith AND
Rina."

I winced.

He nodded again.

"Yes....you jumped to the wrong conclusion. Keith may
give it to many a woman, but his heart is yours. You
know that."

I bowed my head.

"You're lucky to have him, my Lady Bitch."

I raised my head and scowled.

He held his elbow out to me so I could take his arm.

"Come along, Gina."


uh oh
nutbug gonna get racked up real good
nite

Gina's on The Rack again.....: Short
Lotor racked me up with ease, efficiency and
expertise.

Upside down.

As the blood rushed to my head I reflected upon what I
had done.

Ahhhhhh, poor Keith. My irritation with him had led me
here, to this rack. But I just couldn't believe that
he had had his hands on HER, Rina, a Lower Harem
Slave.

I cringed.

Touching a Lower Slave Harem was akin to touching a
pile of waste, in my opinion.

Lotor tested a particularly evil-looking whip in his
hands.

I winced. This was the Doom Whip, the only whip of its
kind.

And only Lotor was permitted to handle it.

It was reserved for those occasions which Lotor felt
were beyond forgiveness...like this one.

I was really, truly in for it now.

The whip had studs, feathers, spikes, straps....and
some things I dared not identify.

Lotor tested the whip again, smacking it on the floor.

I winced again.

He grinned deviously at me.

"For the unjustified kicking-out of your new
husband...for disregarding his feelings..."

He walked towards me.

"....Three hundred lashings."

There was something about this situation that didn't
seem quite right but I couldn't put my finger on it.

He stopped in front of me. The Scepter of Doom pushed
against his pants.

I closed my eyes. No, no, I couldn't think of the
pleasures just seeing it brought....

Lotor raised the whip.

"NOOOOO!"

Keith yelled this from the doorway.

'WHAT in the?' I thought.

Keith rushed over to glare at Lotor. His face was
tear-stained but his eyes were blazing.

"GIVE me that," he commanded Lotor in a tone that
brooked no argument.

Curious and a bit in awe, Lotor gave it to him.

I wondered if I was saved.

Keith turned to look at me and I knew I was not....


uh oh
nutbug

Keith is a WHAT now?????

Keith held the whip high so that he could admire it.

I did my best to keep still. That whip looked VICIOUS.
I doubted that even Jenn would be able to stand being
hit with it.

Keith walked closer to me. The Dragon of Arus bobbed a
little, as though glad to see me.

Lotor chuckled.

"You may very well earn your place in this Harem yet,
flyboy."

Keith acknowledged this with a devious grin.

"I have more skills than even Gina here knows about,"
he said. "I'm more than just a face, y'know."

I rolled my eyes.

Keith lovingly stroked the whip, which was an
interesting combination of spikes, straps, studs,
chains, little leather spheres, and things I dared not
identify.

"This'll do NICELY," Keith said in admiration.

Lotor stepped back.

"Let's see how well you use it," he challenged my
second husband, who grinned.

"I think you'll be pleased," he said, stepping away
from me and raising the whip high.

I winced. Was this it for me? Would I have permanent
damage?

Why couldn't we have finished our honeymoon first, at
least?

Then I remembered.

Rina.

Darn it.

If only I'd LISTENED to Keith...if only I'd BELIEVED
him when he said he WASN'T all over her...

But it was too late now. He was going to whip me but
good.

I mentally prepared myself for the worst.

I felt rather than saw Keith's grin deepen.

I closed my eyes. For once, I felt a little fear at
the prospect of being whipped. I didn't want to see
that whip as it hit me; I only wanted to feel it.

Lotor chuckled.

"Make me proud," he said, to Keith not me.

I heard and felt the little whoosh of air as the whip
came towards me.

I think I passed out then....

....but not before the Whip first bit into my skin.

*********

I was sore, in pain, wet and warm.

My slaves were bathing me.

I would have jerked but my wounds forebade it.

Alex tsked me.

"Master Keith worked you over pretty well, my
Mistress."

There was something reverent about the way he said
"Master Keith".

I raised an eyebrow.

Alex, long used to me communicating via raised
eyebrow, nodded.

"While you were unconscious, no doubt due to your
wounds, GrandMaster Lotor promoted Master Keith to
that, Master."

"WHAT!!"

He winced. "Calm down, you'll reaggravate the wounds.
The Prince was EXTREMELY impressed with Master Keith's
skills. He said he's a man after his own heart."

I shook my head.

"I don't like it...I don't trust it..."

Alex shrugged.

"We all have to deal with it, whether or not we like
it, Mistress."

"Hmmph."

So, Keith had a higher rank now, did he? MY rank, in
fact? What was NEXT?

And why did I neither trust nor like it? Wasn't I
HAPPY for him? After all, he'd finally been accepted
by Lotor....


uh-uh-uh oh......
nutbug

Lotor is scheming against my hubby again!: Short
Lotor strode through the Harem hallways with a BIG
grin on his handsome face.

He had an idea to get rid of Keith forever.

It was simple. All he had to do was get Keith and
Rameses to do battle. Remy would win and Keith,
disgraced, would return to Arus in shame.

I, of course, would be inconsolable and only Lotor's
assurance of love and peace would bring me back to
myself.

Lotor did his best not to chuckle.

"It'll be PERFECT. Remy wants to be the first Harem
Man and my making Keith a Master will be seen as an
insult. I CAN'T lose!"

He found the small series of rooms Remy temporarily
claimed as his own and opened the main door.

Remy was in a dream of bliss as several Lower Harem
women attended to his every need and desire.

Lotor did NOT believe what he was seeing.

In three quick strides he walked over to this little
gathering and broke it up by grabbing female flesh and
shoving it to the sides.

Remy growled.

"How DARE you...OH."

Lotor grabbed him around the neck. This was not a task
a weaker man should attempt; Remy has a very thick
neck.

"How dare YOU violate your position in this manner!
This is NOT a brothel catered to your whims!"

Remy shrugged as best as he could.

"I am more than a slave, my GrandMaster, am I not?
There are certain privileges I can enjoy now."

Lotor's lip curled.

"You have no such privileges. You are yet a slave. I
should return you to your former Mistress for this
insult to me and this Harem!"

Remy shrugged again.

"She and Keith are still honeymooning, are they not?"

Lotor shook his head and ignored the fact that Remy's
face was starting to turn bluish.

"They are sitting watching television with her sisters
as we speak. WHICH reminds me."

He finally let Remy go.

Remy slumped to the ground and glared at him.

Lotor raised an eyebrow.

"I am going to give you an opportunity to help me get
rid of that flyboy so you can again be the number two
man in her life."

Remy began to grin very deviously.

"I'm listening."

Lotor raised his chin slightly.

"All you have to do is beat him in a fair fight. He'll
go home in shame and disgrace...and you can comfort
her."

Remy's grin became dangerous.

"When and where is this fight going to occur?"

Lotor extended a conspiratory arm.

"Let's discuss the particulars, shall we?"


uh oh!
what's NEXT???
nutbug
shaking a little

BAD Rameses!!!: Slightly heated

I lay in my bath enjoying how the wonderfully scented
oiled water lapped at and then soothed my wounds and
soul.

Keith had really let me have it. But I didn't remember
a THING other than him coming towards me with the Whip
of Doom.

Geeze.

And on top of that, Lotor had made him a Master! He
ranked with us Ladies now!

Why????

It had to be a trick of some kind. Lotor and Keith,
despite their love of having 3-ways with me, had never
really liked each other.

I sighed.

Yes, it HAD to be a trick. It would reveal itself
sooner or later. I just needed to be prepared for
anything...and nothing.

I closed my eyes and dozed off.

Seconds later I detected a certain change in the room
temperature.

Keith had just entered my room.

I kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to see him. He
was kind of a traitor to me.

He sighed.

"I know what you're thinking. But you need to
understand, I only did it so he'd accept me here."

I scowled.

"You really think that he does, don't you?"

I could almost feel his eyebrows go up.

"Why *wouldn't* he? I showed him how good I am with a
whip."

I opened my eyes. Was he really that naive?

"Keith....you know how he is...don't be fooled."

He thought about this.

"You're right, y'know...but you realize now, I must
punish you for making me think about it."

"Ho. Hum."

His clothes slid to the floor.

I pretended not to notice.

He chuckled as he walked over to me, his Grade A
Multiple Plus body primed and ready.

I studied my nails.

"You really hurt me, Keith. I mean, I think I blacked
out from the pain."

He shook his head as he got into the water.

"Your wounds were superficial. Shock made you pass
out."

I shrugged. "Whatever. You owe me."

He chuckled as he disappeared beneath the water.

He swam over to me, grabbed my ankles and slowly drew
me down to where he was.

Seconds later he was reminding me what a great
deep-sea diver he was.

****

Lotor and Remy stood in my doorway listening and
watching.

Lotor wanted to join in, but he had a job to do.

Remy waited for Lotor to tell him that HE could join
in.

Lotor sighed.

"You know what you have to do," he said as if truly
dreading what was to come next.

Remy nodded, stripped, and strode over to the tub.

He reached in, grabbed Keith's head, and yanked it out
of the water.

Keith cursed so violently that Lotor cringed and left
the room.

Remy didn't care. He leaned close to Keith and
snarled.

"You and I. In the Gym. NOW."

His eyes DARED Keith to defy him.

Keith abruptly freed himself.

"How DARE you interrupt us?!"

Remy shrugged.

"You coming or not?"

Keith did a quick smooth moves with a few fingers and
I all but exploded for real.

"Let's GO."

I gained a small measure of strength and popped my
head out of the water.

I saw both of them, wearing some kind of loincloths,
striding out of the room.

My heart went to my feet.

I snapped my fingers to summon my slaves to me. I had
to be properly prepared for THIS.


uh oh!
nite!
nutbug

Keith v. Rameses: Prolouge: Very short
Keith and Remy faced each other in the Harem Ring.

Each man wore a loincloth and a glare-sneer.

Lotor tried to hide his glee that he was the referee.

"Remember the rules, gentlemen. No hitting below the
belt, no punching; light contact only, three-count
out."

He paused for effect.

"The winner will go to Jenn, who will discipline him
to her heart's content. If he survives this, he will
become the first Harem Man.

"This I know is Remy's dream, but if he does not win,
he will have to report back to Gina.

"If Keith does not win, he can either report to Remy
or return to Arus.

"Let the fight begin."

I rushed into the room in a flutter of leather and
silk.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Harem Guards held me back.

"You are not to interfere," Lotor commanded me. "You
will either leave or sit down and be quiet."

I sat and was quiet, but a whip and three pairs of
handcuffs stayed hidden on me.....


whatever could be next?
nite
nutbug
the end of Keith v. Remy...slightly heated


This ends with...oh just read it awready. :]

I couldn't *want* to watch Keith and Remy as they
fought each other, but I couldn't help it.

It was awful. I'd never seen either of them like this
before. They were vicious and they growled and snarled
and hit and punched and wrestled to kill all over the
Ring.

Lotor was far more worse than this sight. He was
loving every minute of it, sitting in one corner of
the Ring, egging both of them on.

If I was a weaker person I'd be in tears. I struggled
against the urge to rip Lotor to shreds. Anyone with
any brains could figure out that he wanted to get rid
of Keith so that he could have me all to himself.

How perfectly *selfish*. Keith didn't like him either,
but he would never stoop to such low levels...

Keith and Remy were beating the daylights out of each
other. It seemed that they were evenly matched.

Which *figured*.

"NO!"

It came out of me before I could stop it.

"That's ENOUGH!"

Lotor stood up to punish me for interrupting. I gave
him a LOOK that made him sit right back down and
simmer like boiled water taken off a stove.

The two combatants gazed at me stupidly.

I glared at them, at Lotor, at the other so-called men
in the room.

"I am very, very disappointed in all of you. You all
make me *sick*. Is this any way for *mature* people to
behave, especially in this acclaimed Harem?"

I stood and walked over to the Ring, looking up at my
men.

"This is a place for fun, love and laughter, not spite
and vengeance. Look. Remy. Keith. I know you two don't
like each other much and Lotor, I know you don't want
Keith around. But this is not the right way to deal
with it. Respect each other's right to be here. If
you're going to fight, do it in fun. Lotor?"

He muttered his response.

I ignored it.

"Lotor, you and Keith promise to leave each other be
when Keith's here. Remy, you do the same. As a Harem
Lady, I have the right to ask this and by honor you
*must* comply."

Lotor got up so quickly that he knocked the chair
over.

"You can't ask this of me....us! Who do you think you
*are*? I could *banish* you, you know! You and Keith
can go live on Earth for all *I* care."

He was fighting the urge to pout. How cute.

How ineffective.

I vaulted over the Ring and stood in the middle of it.

Remy knew was I was going to do and grinned despite
himself.

Keith, only suspecting, raised an eyebrow.

In a few quick motions my light cotton dress was off,
revealing a soft red silk-and-leather dominatrix
outfit minus the boots and mask.

It was a special outfit, prepared just for Lotor's
approval. Hidden somewhere on it was a catch that,
when released, would cause the corset to slip to the
ground.

It was decorated with little gold whips, handcuffs,
chains, spiked collars and minature spiked heel pumps.

Lotor's eyes bugged out of his head. His other head
strained so hard to touch the outfit that it ripped
through his pants material.

Remy began to chuckle. Then he burst out laughing.

Keith grinned and almost absentmindely tried to pat
the Dragon of Arus down, ignoring the fact that it was
refusing to obey him.

I gave Lotor a fake pout.

"And you want to give up all *this*?"

His mouth watered with the possibilities.

I struck a pose.

"C'mon, Keith. Let's travel all over the universe
before we go to Earth—"

"Wait...!"

Lotor looked chagrined as he walked over to me.

"All right...he really *can* come and go as he
pleases. But the instant you show that outfit to
anyone else....he won't be allowed in here, is that
understood?"

"Perfectly."

Keith raised a forefinger Lance-style.

"But Remy and I came here to fight. It's a matter of
honor, we can't just leave it unfinished."

I rolled my eyes.

"Good *grief*, Keith!"

Remy chuckled.

"That's all right, Gina, I won't kill him."

I gave him a stern look. He might be on the way to
becoming the first Harem Man, but he was still bound
to me as my Guider and slave even though the Venusaen
paperwork that proved this had been long destroyed.
And besides, he was not that Man yet.

He went pale. He remembered. But he recovered quickly.

"Forgive me, my Lady." He rushed to kiss my hand.

I let him have that.

"All right. I give you pardon. But don't *ever* call
me by my first name by itself again. Even when you
become the Harem Man you are still duty-bound to call
me by station."

Lotor nodded his approval.

I drew Remy aside.

"But in private, you can call me anything that you
like," I whispered in his ear.

He beamed.

Keith pouted.

"Can we finish this now or *what*?"

I toyed with the fake zipper on my outfit.

"Be patient and be kind, or else none of you will gain
access."

"Not bloody likely," Lotor muttered, ripping off his
clothes and stalking me.

Keith and Remy each tore his loincloth off and
followed him.

My eyes widened.

"Oh. My."

Mere seconds later I was admiring their ingenuity...if
one can call it that.

But I would never forget what had almost happened this
day. I promised myself to keep an better eye on these
men. One false move or word by any of them might set
off a chain reaction that might very well end in
worser places than this Ring.

I closed my eyes and let pleasure take over.
Ahhhhhhh...six hands, six arms, six legs, six
heads....all serving me, all bidding me respect and
honor......

Then all thought was wiped away as I flew to the stars
on what seemed to be a never-ending trip.

Oh yes.

I'd trained them well.


~ende~
^_~

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