Posted Oct. 7, 2020
Tip could made stubborn slaves meek;
He sex-changed men almost each week.
'Twas the best of his joys,
Ruk-altering boys,
Making them curvy and sleek.
Though Lulu before had the change,
Her attitude he’d rearrange.
Her pride he did strip
With a brand on her hip,
The collar he placed felt quite strange.
By those markings he’d made her a slave,
But she needed to learn to behave.
To sex he’d addict her,
With chasteness afflict her,
Until a surrender she gave.
A plant juice on Zhor was called vaid;
It made cold girls yearn to get laid.
When on food Lu did dine
Tip put vaid in her wine,
To make her a bold, randy maid.
She blazed hot but Tip did deny her;
He could do so since he was her sire.
Having sex was to "brol;"
Lulu lost control;
Her loins were aflame with love fire.
Till the potion wore off she slept not;
Erotic dreams all night she got.
At new light Lulu was served
All the vaid she deserved.
It reheated her blood quite a lot.
Aft several days Lulu was pleading
And Tip knew that he was succeeding.
She was half-mad with lust,
To have sex she must;
Fierce love-play was what she was needing.
"If you heed me, tonight you’ll get brolled,"
Was what the pert slave maid was told.
So she scrubbed and she cleaned,
Polished floors to a sheen,
And at darkness went back to him bold.
So Tip called a youth from his staff,
Saying, “Brol this slave well, fore and aft.”
With Lulu in his sight,
The lad’s eyes gleamed bright.
He almost burst out with a laugh.
To Be Continued in Part 16
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