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Tales of Zhor
by Overlord
Nine Limericks of Zhor
1. The Coy Cup Girl
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Radd ran an inn, the Stone Bell, And had many cup slaves, so they tell. On a sea voyage he sailed, But it stormed and it hailed, And the ship broke apart on a swell. On the survivors did low scoundrels fall. Transformed, they got collared and all. On sale Radd looked fine; "She" was bought to serve wine And reached the Stone Bell's port of call. To perform wenches' tasks she was spurred But of the slave's past no one heard. Though she brolled many men, More than one an old friend, Of Radd she spoke not a word. |
2 The Slave in the Mirror
| A svelte serum girl of high place Daydreamed of scant silks and slave face. As bedtime drew near She'd preen 'fore the mirror Wearing scant briefs at her waist. While male-clad and walking through town A wag judged her wiggle profound. He asked for a kiss; "Avaunt, rogue," she hissed, So the blade swore he'd bring her pride down. Once more when she stood at the glass Through the window did her lover pass. He bound and he gagged her, Abducted and shagged her. Once slave-trained she gave no more sass. |
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3. The New Bunny in Town
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Rick Fein the leg-man did seek To be surrounded by bunny mystique. At Playboy, seeking work, He came off like a jerk And his busing skills proved very weak. Then a Zhor spy spoke to advise A ploy that seemed very wise. Rick stooped for Ruk's shot, A great bosom "he" got, Which turned out to be just the Club's size. Then Ricki was issued long ears And learned to serve key holders beers. Now came the surprise: She went gaga for guys, And strutted her stuff for twelve years. |
4. The Desert Bloom
| The expedition once numbered ten, But the desert killed eight of the men. Just the serum girl scout And one trooper crawled out, To the fountain beside the rock pen. After that, all the days passed the same; Monotony brought forth a game. Playing master and thrall, With slave kisses and all, They brolled untill salvation came. As a caravan stopped by their cave The man said the scout was his slave. She did not contradict it, For with freedom restricted She could live on an orgasmic wave. |
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5. The Girl With the Inner-Slave
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A lass had a slave girl inside her; The Ruk-maid just couldn't abide her. She was passive and twitty, Craving men, what a pity, So Tlawd kept control and denied her. A rich handsome knight lived nearby; Tlawd avoided the gaze of his eye. She tried to conceal That she felt his appeal, Trying hard to let sleeping dogs lie. Tlawd, riding, was dragged by her steed And the man saved her life by bold deed. This made her his slave And no protest she gave 'Cuz her "weak" side had now seized the lead. |
6. A Trainer Moves One
| Dros turned out slave girls by the lot Till Selyf-Digon required Ruk's shot. "He" could stay as a trainer, But none might restrain her, For what Dros had once given she sought. Dros went to a thrall-training school, Where lash lords maintained a harsh rule. "I'd make a good slave," She said, sounding brave. The house boss deemed her a rare a jewel. She was tamed using sharp, cracking whips, While slave fires raged in her hips. It sent her heart soaring, When sold into whoring, To slave-kiss with red, wanton lips. |
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7. Not On a Bet
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A gambler who'd once been a man Had drawn in a glorious hand. With the bets getting huge She had too much to lose, So she proposed a daring last stand. She added herself to the pot. Betters smiled, but her cards did not. One gave her a rose Then peeled off her clothes While she damned the sex change she'd got. In bondage she's paid toward her debt, Making love like a pampered house pet. Her life isn't blighted; With sex she's delighted And would not change her luck on a bet. |
8. Outlaws of Zhor
| In Llynach, outlaws have to pick 'Twixt the axe or getting Ruk's prick. Once they've been nabbed Most choose to be jabbed, Since once a man's dead he is licked. The new lass gets a band for her neck And burned into her thigh is the vaec. In steel bracelets that lock She gets sent to the block Where crass felons are sold by the peck. Most crooks into harlotry go, Where they're taught, as they kneel, how to blow. Once a girl learns to rut Like a bona fide slut Her career will be honest, if low. |
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9. The French Maid
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The man once named Morris K. Hubble Was transformed and replaced with a double. Better info he gave Once made a girl slave Who learned holding back would bring trouble. As a French maid she looked like a dream; In bed she was honey and cream. Long-legged and full-busted, She scrubbed and she dusted While Zhor spies developed their scheme. At long last her knowledge grew stale, So they sent her to Zhor for a sale. At first she was vexed To be used for raw sex, But now thrills to obey a strong male. |
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