Posted Sep. 7, 2020
Revised Oct. 7, 2020
Lulu asked Tip about Zhor;
She'd never heard that name before.
"It's my planet," he stated.
For a fresh start you're fated.
"Twill be your new home evermore.”
Tip said that his race came to earth,
To rob and raid all they're worth.
His best kinds of prize
Were maids with bright eyes,
Both wantons and girls inexpert.
Tip spoke of the serum of Ruk,
How men became girls through bad luck.
Very hot, a Ruk harlot,
Eyes kohled and lips scarlet,
Was trained how to brol and to suck.
Lulu, aghast, became livid,
The rose in her cheeks growing vivid.
"You can keep your mad Zhor!
"Better dead than a whore!"
Lu's eyes blazed as hot as a rivet.
Tip vowed that he'd put her on sale,
An act of profit for a male.
"I'll treat you like gold
"Till the day that you're sold.
"Men oft bid high for good tail.”
The ex-cop then delivered a sock,
But Tip’s jaw felt as hard as a rock.
He laughed as he seized her,
Kissed her and squeezed her,
Making Lu breathless with shock.
Lulu's black briefs he ripped off
And make her more easy to boff.
Tip threw her in bed,
Got her lovely legs spread,
And stroked her fine flesh, smooth and soft.
For as long as a week and a day,
Tip taught Lu to do things his way.
Using sex, how he hazed her,
His vigor amazed her.
She grew overwhelmed by love-play.
Tip took his craft back to Zhor,
Which looked like a land out of lore.
It could well have been Rome
When Caesars called it home.
She saw no space ships anymore.
TO BE CONTINUED in Part 15
