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The Comrades
A Tale of Zhor
By Overlord
| Two comrades rode hard for a battle; Hys, captured, was Ruk-changed as chattel. Before violation "He" got liberation; "Her" friend Rass had charged in the saddle. The fighting done and their town near, The maiden Hys voiced a deep fear. "The town folk will gape "When they see my new shape; "Tell them I burned on a bier." Rass asked then, "Just who shall you be?" Hys said, "Your new slave, naturally; "Better silk and low place "Than bad jokes and disgrace." The comrades shook hands to agree. |
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They played the charade for a time, But Hys had Ruk genes that were prime. Her beauty was stunning, From nature, not cunning, With grace that would ring a man's chime. Oft to the mirror Hys returned; Her brain into fluff had been churned. When moved by the will To look fairer still The art of face painting she learned. At last Hysain let her friend see The look she'd prepared carefully. Rass, struck by her charm And meaning no harm, Swept her off to bed instantly. |
| Though Hysain enjoyed the vaec game, Passing weeks made it feel tame. She said (and not coolly), "Make me a slave truly!" Rass saw that her eyes were like flame. "You, know I would much like to do it," The young man replied, thinking through it. He said, "I'll agree, "If a real slave you'd be. "Do not change your mind and then rue it." The two of them soon forged a deal; A vaec seared on flesh was its seal. The pledge that she'd chanted Could not be recanted; Her pleasure slav'ry became real. |
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But sometimes unslave-like she'd act And her bottom would get a good whack. Comrades no longer They had something stronger: Erotic love on fast track. As Hys, often brolled, reached ignition (A goal that had been Rass's mission) Her slut-heat so blazed That it left the girl dazed. Her slave-side came into fruition. A bound wench must keep a house tidy; This pleases her lord, tall and mighty. Each pretty thrall works To get sex for perks. Mars rules and not Aphrodite. |
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