Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 18 - Finale

 

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
 

Posted Jan. 13, 2021

 

 

There’s not too much more to be told,

Lu’s been many times bought and sold.

Good masters she’s had,

Though most have been bad,

And they’ve all kept her hooking for gold.

At first selling sex wasn’t fun;

Lu did it ‘cause she couldn’t run.

She faces the street,

All shapely and sweet,

And works hard until till each day is done.

One thing about Zhor gives her cheer;

They have a great youth potion here.

She’s as hot as can be,

Though now ninety-three,

And well worth a glance or a leer.

Lu's an alcove girl who's on a roll,

'Bout thirty men daily she’ll brol.

Though she gets the pleasure,

Her man keeps the treasure,

And that’s because he’s in control.

Ignited girls learn sex is fun;

Lu sells it and she sells a ton.

She works nearly nude,

'Long lanes mean and rude,

From morning till the day is done.

Her garment is just an arcoy;

'Twill catch the eye of any boy.

It’s skimpy, it’s small,

Almost nothing at all,

And gives her no need to be coy.

Lu’s right for this life and that’s so;

She’s always been hard, we all know.

On Zhor for this long,

Her memories aren’t strong;

Lou’s just a dream long ago.

She has a few friends and some smiles;

Remember, all lives have their trials.

If her job isn’t great,

Them’s the breaks, it’s just fate;

A smart girl makes good with her wiles.

We can wrap up Lu’s story now fast,

Since what’s left to tell isn’t vast.

When Lulu goes slumming,

Her business is humming,

And each day’s as good as the last.

End

 

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 17

 

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
 

Posted Dec. 11, 2020

 

 

An orgasm took her, and how!

Every nerve in Lu's body cried, “Wow!”

She couldn’t stop coming,

Her whole soul was humming.

The guy really knew how to plow!

From pleasure she near lost her mind,

This sex was a mind-blowing kind.

The trip, the best ever,

She hoped ‘twould end never.

Oh how her hips ‘gainst his hips did grind.

Lu hardly could breathe; she was gasping.

Her moans of lust rose raw and rasping.

With balm she was filling

Each burst felt more thrilling.

She liked that Tip's his vigor was lasting.

Her climaxes numbered a score;

She’d never banged like this before.

Her mind was a whirl

Having fun as a girl,

Like wanton young Helen of yore.

 

Lu groaned when her slave-master quit;

It made her so mad she could spit.

Her blood felt on fire!

How dare the rogue tire!

She hadn’t grown sated one wit.

Her lord, who had risen, looked down,

He grinned, showing no trace of frown.

Lu’d lit, ‘twas so clear,

He thought with a leer,

And now he could sell her downtown.

The scoundrel told Lu she’d ignited,

And said he was wholly delighted.

Ablaze with slave fire,

She'd please any buyer,

Wild, wanton, and excited.

To be caged without sex for a day

Put Lu in an impatient way.

Bondage now thrilled her,

Sweet thoughts of it filled her.

An eager slave she would now stay.

By cart, Lu was sent to the block;

Being auctioned off brought her to shock.

She was offered up nude

To coarse rascals lewd.

These men of her beauty took stock.

One fellow pronounced the best bid

And the hammer went down when he did.

Lu’s secret heart cursed,

Expecting the worst,

As from the high deck she was led.

 

 

To Be Continued, Part in 18

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 16

 

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
 

Posted Nov. 9, 2020

 

Lulu, having sex every day,

Was learning the arts of love play.

This slave-maid instruction

Trained girls for seduction

In line with the Zhorian way.

While getting brolled Lu oft drew pleasure,

Too much for the love scale to measure.

With Lu in silks tiny,

Wearing beads bright and shiny,

Men fondled her just like a treasure.

But inside of Lu there burned a smolder;

Her dislike of Tip growing much colder.

She was feeling the thrust

 Of hedonist lust

'Cause she had to do all that he told her.

As Lou she'd had women in bed,

A damned randy rake, people said.

But in need Lu excelled him;

It would have repelled him.

The disgrace of it made her see red.

She’d learned there were forest girl bands

That that roamed the remote, wooded lands.

They’d all run aground

To safe corners they’d found,

To live free from collars and brands.

Could this be a thing she could do?

This prospect Lu had to think through.

Though she liked being laid,

She despised the drug vaid

That made her a tame, docile ewe.

With Lu, though, the hour was late

For rendezvous with the god Fate.

Though Tip didn’t tell her,

He was ready to sell her.

She almost was in the right state.

He cunningly gave her more vaid,

Then pumped her on sheets of brocade.

With manly lust blazing,

His brol was amazing.

Lu’s bod was a harp that he played.

Lu never had heard of "slave fire,"

Or why its effects could be dire.

As Tip deigned to do her

A hot surge rushed through her.

She’d never had sex like this prior.

 

To Be Continued in Part 17

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 15

 

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
 

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

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 14

 

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 13

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
 

Dec. 23, 2016

Lulu gave Tip all she had,

And what she got back wasn’t bad.

He had a huge tower;

Its hardness did wow her.

She went for it like a dryad.

Then fate struck and Lu felt a prick;

Her head spun as if she were sick.

With her face feeling hot,

She passed out on the spot,

Thus ended her first harlot trick.

Lu, waking up, felt quite like hell,

And where she was Gaff couldn’t tell.

Around her she peered

At a metal room weird.

It looked like an odd sort of cell.

She reeled dizzily to the door,

Of metal made, just like the floor.

Alas, it was locked;

Though Lu pounded and knocked,

'Twas a time-wasting and useless chore.

The portal swung outward from her;

Lu heard walking boots, she was sure.

Then she spied the guy Tip

With a gun on his hip

And registered discomfiture.

She aimed at his face with a fist,

But he nimbly grabbed her small wrist.

Held close by strong hugs

While he fondled her jugs,

Lu tried a new punch, but she missed.

 

Gaff fought on until she grew weak;

As Tip held her, he started to speak.

“Your face men adore,

“Many wear it on Zhor.”

She returned a harsh growl in pique.

Asked Tip, “Have you had a big change,

“One inexplicably strange?”

“So what if I had?”

She replied to the cad,

Glum as a dog struck with mange.

“Your being a girl," he did guess,

“Goes back only months, more or less.”

Hard at him she gazed,

Her expression amazed;

She wondered if he knew the rest.

To Be Continued...