She awoke, her head hurting slightly. She was in a mass of pillows - or was it
a bed? She couldn't tell. She looked down at herself. Aw man! Her clothes
were gone! Her favorite blue jeans and her shirt from O'Doul's Bar was gone!
And her Nikes!! She had them broke in just right!
Instead she was scantily clad. The outfit rather reminded her of what Princess
Leia wore in "Return of the Jedi" except that it wasn't metal - thank
goodness. It was a silk material - in light pastels of purple and gold. She
could smell scented soap and perfume on her and her permed hair was done up.
She patted it and thought,..dang it, I never could get my hair to do that..
Then she looked around and remembered her predicament. Oh no! Far from home,
with not a 7-11 in sight! Where could she be? She had a sickening feeling that
perhaps she was in the world she once wrote about - oh a couple of centuries
ago..How in the hell did she get here and how was she ever going to get home?
She had a life back there! Her job..well actually she didn't miss that, but
she had a life back there! Geez! And she just got her car paid off..

The door to the room came open and in came the prince she had met earlier. He
was attired in a short, black silk robe. His long white hair was swept back
loose. He looked like some pagan god - and perhaps he was.
She eyed him warily as he came closer, pressing up against the mass of
pillows.
The prince's eyes glittered with amusement, a smirk upon his too handsome
face.
"Afraid of me, my slave?"
"No.."
"Good, I won't hurt you - much.." he grinned.
"Look, I don't know who you are.."
"I told you, slave.."
"No! I don't belong in this place! I only want to go back where I belong!"
Lotor leaned in closer, took a strand of her hair and played with it.
"You belong here. You're fortunate that I am in a good mood this evening...you
amuse me.."
He kissed her slowly and she melted. ..God..he kisses good!! No..no no!! He's
evil! And he reminds me of someone - someone I used to write about..long
ago..in that other world..
"You enjoy that..don't you, my dear?" He looked into her green eyes knowingly.
She bit her lip. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing, the
conceited fool..
His face hardened. "I have been very lenient with you, slave!"
She yelled, "I'm not your slave, and you're not my master! My name is Tammy
and I think you're a conceited idiot!"
She tried to jump up, but he easily blocked her and she was strong herself. He
swatted her down like a fly. He pressed her up against the pillows, his face
close to hers.
He ground out, "The only reason I am lenient with you, my dear...is because
you remind me of another - your spirit is the very same..but I will only be
driven so far..you will learn before the night is over what your position is
here. If you please me, perhaps I'll keep you.."
She closed her eyes. If only she were dreaming! It seemed like she was in the
middle of her own fic!! She opened them again and he was still there, his
beautiful face still wearing his smirk of triumph. Lord, he was handsome! His
alien eyes were very sexy and his white hair was glorious! He touched her face
gently.
"My dear..you are quite fortunate that tonight I am not in the mood for
leather and chains.." He smirked. "I think I would like to see how an
outworlder would try to please me.."
Bravely, she said, "There is more to life than pleasing yourself - master.."
she choked on the word. She just hoped that maybe he'd let her go sometime..
"Oh! I have a beautiful philospher in my midst! I have better things in mind
for your pretty mouth to do besides talk, my dear..."
And so she found herself in his strong arms, his kisses insistent and
passionate. She was swept away by it like an overwhelming tide. She lost
herself in him and kissed him back, not caring if he gloated over it or not.
It had been so long since she had felt this overwhelming desire to please
someone so. She let her passion - long dormant come to the surface and her
eyes flashed in response to his. Her hands wandered over his body - a work of
living art. If she had had him in figure drawing classes, she would have never
skipped that second semester...
Of course, he was not passive which was what she most desired. He seemed to
know her weaknesses and he played upon them. She wondered fleetingly why he
was doing this when he could easily just rape her and be done with it? Instead
he seemed to be as someone in love - passionate and giving. She had expected
him to be so cruel, but he was not.
Soon she didn't care. There was nothing between them now and she gloried in
it, letting herself go. She was no longer herself, but someone else. She
willingly parted her lips for him and let him take her. He would have anyway.
Waves of pleasure over and over again came and she called his name out and he
did not seem to mind this. When he finally gave in to his need, she cried out
softly, her cry mixing with his own.
Afterwards, she expected him to leave quickly, but he did not, merely holding
her close. She closed her eyes, her feelings a jumbled mess. How could he
affect her so? She was his property - at least according to him and he could
easily discard her - she knew that. The thought somehow saddened her a little.
What was wrong with her? You'd think she was in love with him! She laughed
softly which attracted his attention. He smiled and kissed her, starting the
whole thing all over again - which she didn't mind a bit. Of course she did
some things that she blushed over the next morning terribly.
Over the course of the next few days, she seemed to be tested, as if he were
trying to find out what she would be good at. Lotor seemed to be a man of
voracious sexual appetites. He had slaves for every whim, every fantasy. But
with her, she seemed to sense a more romantic nature which really reminded her
of the one she wrote about so long ago. She was afraid though, for he had a
temper and she was afraid he would never let her go home. She had feelings for
Lotor, but she missed her home. Everyday that passed upon this planet they
called Doom, more of her memory would fade. Texas was becoming a dim memory
now and she was just flat scared she would lose it all.

WEP disclaimer applies, I claim myself...Y-16 for content..Tamysan

The Slavegirl From Texas 3/3


Sometimes Lotor would out of curiosity ask her of what she used to do in her
former life and she would tell him. He seemed amused when she said she was a
writer. Otherwise, life on Doom was rather boring, waiting for him to come.
She knew he had many, many slaves of both sexes. The most exciting thing going
on was trying to avoid the old witch (whose name she learned was Hagar) and
the grabby hands of his fish-face father, Zarkon. One day, out of sheer
boredom, she started to write a story. It was a beautiful story about a prince
who loved a princess so much that he would tear down the universe for her. It
was a wonderful story and it helped pass the time so much here. To her
suprise, he came into the small quarters he gave her and caught her writing.
At first he was angry, but then he read the story. When he reached the end, he
smiled at her pleased.
"This sounds like the way things should be for Allura and I.."
She thought the name "Allura" sounded familar somehow. She bowed.
"I am glad it pleases you, my prince.."
She saw the look in his eyes and her heart raced. Once again she was swept
away by his passion and he was swept away by hers. A while later, they lay
entwined upon her bed. She listened to the steady beat of his heart. When he
spoke, she was shocked at what he said.
"If I send you back where you came from, Tammy..will you write those
stories.?"
"What - what are you saying? Leave here?"
"No, merely go from dimension to dimension..It can be done. There are other
slaves here from your dimension and time. I want others to see the side that
you only seem to see."
His eyes seemed strangely sad which touched her heart.
"Please don't be so saddened, my prince..you know I am loyal.."
"But would you be loyal once you were back in your Texass?"
She stiffled a giggle. "That's um - Texas..my lord.."
His eyes remained serious. "Would you, Tamysan?" using his favorite name for
her.
She brought her hand to his face gently. "You know I would..Lotor...a part of
me - the part that will always remain here with you would always love you.."
He smiled. "If only she felt that way.."
"If you let me write again, she will always feel that way towards you - and
perhaps who knows? Maybe she really will.."
He kissed her which as always thrilled her.
"You know no matter what dimension you are in, you shall always be mine.."
She said teasingly, "I bet you say that to all your slave girls..."
He smiled, slipping a hand around her bare waist.
"Only to you, my sweet.."
"Oh..get the shovel, the bs is getting deep.."
"BS?"
"Umm..bullshit..Kinda like when roebeasts take a dump."
"Oh.." and then he wrinkled his nose in distaste.
She softly laughed and then he laughed with her, drawing her into his arms,
letting his passion drive her into forgetfulness again....

And then suddenly, she was back where she started, in front of her trusty
antique Mac computer, typing away at her latest post. She wondered briefly if
it were all a figment of her warped imagination. She looked down at herself
and saw she had her t-shirt and blue jeans on - she rather missed the gauzy
slavegirl's outfit.
She thought, maybe I have gone crackers..
Then a familar silky voice reverberated in her ears: "Tamysan.." he called..
And boom..she was back in Lotor's prescence, her slavegirl outfit restored.
She smiled, her dimples showing.
He smiled, her handsome prince. He said, "You see, my willing slave? I can
call you back here or you may come on your own..do you like my gift?"
"Yes..I do..but I still like your 'other' gifts.."
She pouted a little. "Does this mean we won't - ah.."
He laughed heartily. "Oh no! That's part of the deal too, my saucy wench..."
Her eyes lit up. "You got a deal, smurfie!"
His eyes darkened. "Now, now...you are my slave, you should show better
respect..or I will have to punish you.."
She walked up to him and knelt before him.
"Is this respectful enough?"
"Hmm..you can do better than that..my little Texan.."
She raised up gracefully and kissed him full on his lips. He responded as he
always did, and looped his arms around her.
She giggled, "Are you sure you don't have relatives in Texas?"
He looked both puzzled and amused.
"And why do you say that, my sweet?"
She leaned into him sensuously, letting her fingers slip into his tunic,
touching his bare chest.
"Because everything in Texas is BIGGER!!"
He chuckled and scooped her up in his arms. She thought as he carried her to
his bedroom that the perks of being the Prince of Doom's slave girl were
pretty damn good!

And that is how a Texan became one of the Prince of Doom's favorite and loyal
slavegirls....

The End!!