LOVE MACHINE
by Neil Mocha

"Pervert!"

That familiar epitath was followed by a familiar sight of Carrot Glace, the Sorcerer Hunters' self-proclamied "Love Machine" getting belted and knocked into the ground. As he got up and dusted himself off, he saw a well-dressed man of about thirtyish chuckling. The pale complexion and the chicken scratch-inverted triangle marks on his forehead depicted him as a Sorcerer.

"Another successful conquest, Mr. Glace?" he smiled with gentle sarcasm.
"She was breaking down, " Carrot replied. "Another five minutes and she would've been mine. How do you know who I am anyway?"
"Your reputation preceeds you, including your infamous libido. I have admired you for a long time and I am impressed that you could defeat Zaha Torte."
"Let me tell you, pal. It was not easy!"
"I don't doubt it. Say, how would you like to become a real 'Love Machine'?"
"Buddy. I AM the Love Machine."

The Sorcerer smiled as he took out a small blue vial and gave it to Carrot. Carrot opened it and smelled the neck. It was a pleasant sweet smell.

"Smells like jasmine and mocha," he observed. "What is this?"
"A little something," the Sorcerer replied. "A few sips and not only will women throw themselves at you but you will be a Love Machine in the bedroom. No. The LOVE GOD in the bedroom."

A loud ecstatic warcry erupted then Carrot looked at the Sorcerer a bit suspiciously.

"What's the catch?"
"No catch. Believe it or not, there are some of us that actually treat people as human beings instead of mere playthings. I am simply helping out a man in need."
"Oh, OK." Carrot said, putting the vial to his lips. "By the way, what's your
name?"
"I am Baklava."
"Well, Baklava. Here's mud in your eye."

Gateau Mocha and Marron Glace were at the nightclub taking in the pumping music and the sight and dancing bodies everywhere. Chocolate and Tira Misuwere at home wondering who Carrot was molesting this time. It had been several months after Zaha Torte had been defeated and Big Mama decided to give the Sorcerer Hunters some time off. Marron watched as Gateau was cutting a pretty impressive rug on the dance floor when the music suddenly stopped--

"HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO, LADIES!!!" that familiar voice chirped throughtout the PA system. "THE LOVE MACHINE IS HERE!!!"

Suddenly, LOVE MACHINE began blasting and in strutted CARROT! He was wearing a black silk shirt and blue-black leather pants with black motorcycle boots. A floor-length fur coat draped over his shoulders and a red "pimp" hat jauntily sat askew on his head. His eyes were hidden by mirrored sunglasses and his neck, fingers and wrists were adorned with gold, a gold hoop hung from his left ear. Marron and Gateau's mouths dropped in disgust anddisbelief.

"Oh my GOD!" Gateau exclaimed. "You can't be serious!"
"Making a fool of yourself as usual, dear brother," Marron intoned shaking his head.
"OH MY GOD!" "HE'S SOOOO HOT!!" "WHAT A CUTIE!!"
"Excuse me?" Gateau almost laughed in disbelief. "Carrot, a cutie?!"
"Are we missing something?" Marron shared the older Mocha's confusion. "I have never heard Carrot being referred to as that."

Adding to the confusion was that girls throughout the club were greeting Carrot and fondling and rubbing against him! Suddenly, a rocking SMOOTH CRIMINAL blasted and Carrot handed the fur coat to a lucky lady and hit the dance floor with moves that would put Micheal Jackson and others to shame. Girls and guys joined him and copied everything he did while the crowd
applauded and chanted their approval. Marron and Gateau watched with utter shock as they saw the Team Pervert actually have women throw themselves at him.

"What's wrong with this picture, Marron?" Gateau queried.
"My brother is actually scoring," the younger Glace replied, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. "Perhaps Chocolate and Tira should know about this."
"Wanna tell them or should I?" Gateau smirked.
"Let's both."
"Hate to ruin the jerk's happiness, but this isn't right."

Later that night, the four Sorcerer Hunters, including a pair of fuming Misu sisters, entered the grounds of a palatial estate and were standing outside a long glass door leading into the bedroom. Inside, Carrot and the residents, six sisters, were in the throes of very heated passion. Chocolate had to be restrained physically as she watched her "Darling" shag six women.

"OH MY GOD!! DON'T STOP!!"
"OH, CARROT!! YOU ARE THE LOVE MACHINE!!"
"YEAH, BITCH!! WHO'S YOUR MASTER?!!"
"DARLING!!" Chocolate snarled as she watched. "This is going to hurt me more than it will you!"
"Both of us, sister dear!" Tira intoned solemnly.

It was near mid-morning when Carrot woke up. God, what a great night! Make a splash at the club. Score some phone numbers and shag some babes! Thank you, God! Thank you, Big Mama! THANK YOU, BAKLAVA!! YOU THE MAN!! He suddenly realized that his hands were chained above him and that he was merely in his underclothes. A pair of throaty chuckles sent chills down his spine. Oh SHIT! I'm busted! Sure enough, Chocolate and Tira entered, clad in matching
dominatrix attire, Chocolate with her trademark biker cap, holding their respective whip and garrote. The older Misu kissed Carrot's cheek as her gloved hand stroked his cheek.

"Good morning, darling," she cooed in a teasing singsong. "Did we enjoy ourselves last night?"
"Yes, dear Carrot." Tira followed suit. "Did we have fun?"

The smiling faces and poisonous sweet tones clearly expressed their displeasure over Carrot's "straying" and their desire to punish him. Carrot gulped.

"Ladies," he smiled trying his Number 12 charm. "Don't you look sexy this morning! Find any hot guys last night? They would kill to get next to such hot mamas!"
"Aren't you sweet!" Tira cooed mockingly. "You were still naughty!"
"A good try, darling," Chocolate smirked, licking his cheek, "but imagine Tira and my displeasure at seeing the man we love cheating with a bunch of floozies. It hurt us deeply."
"Yes. And it hurts us more that we must punish you."
"I don't think so," Carrot grinned, winking evilly.

The two sisters were a little taken aback. Carrot standing up to them and refusing his punishment. Their smiles broadened cruelly.

"Why do you say that, dear naughty Carrot?" Tira purred.
"I can give you what you been bugging me 24/7 for." That cocky smile remained.
"Which is what, Darling?" Chocolate smirked intrigued.
"To ride the Love Train, of course. You both want it, right?"
"Oh, Darling! You finally came to your senses!"
"Yup. Hop on. No excuses. No bullshit."

It had been three hours and Marron and Gateau had been waiting along for Carrot and the Misus along with Big Mama and Dota. Gateau checked his watch and chuckled.

"Man, three hours!" he grinned. "Those two must really be pissed."
"Will my brother never learn!" Marron sighed.
"This is very important," Big Mama stated in gentle disapproval. "I wish they
would hurry up."
"Yeah!" Dota squeaked in her annoyingly cute little girl voice. "TOUCHED BY
AN ANGEL is on shortly and I don't want to miss it!"

Suddenly, the door opened and Chocolate and Tira entered. Their faces were masks of jubilation and ecstacy, their muscles sore. The others observed this with raised eyebrows.

"Oh my GOD!" Tira exclaimed. "That was WONDERFUL!!"
"Absolute HEAVEN!!" Chocolate cooed orgasmically. "I didn't know Darling had it in him! That BEAST!"
"What?" Marron interjected. "Didn't you punish him?"
"Hell, no! We shagged!"
"WHAT?!" The two men Hunters and Dota exclaimed in shock. Big Mama merely arched her eyebrows and smiled.
"Yeah!" Tira purred. "Three hours of unadulterated bliss! Carrot IS the Love Machine!"
"How fortunate for you," the Celestial Contractor intoned. "Where is our Don Juan?"

The door opened and Carrot strolled in smoking a cigarette, his ghetto blaster blaring LOVE MACHINE. His face was a mask of contempt and content.

"Hi, all," he drawled. "Sorry we're late. The Love Train took a bit longer than expected."
"Hunters," Big Mama intoned, her reverberating yet gentle voice tickled their ears. "We have an assignment."
"Who's the client, Big Mama?" Marron intoned.
"Two sisters living in Blossom City. The Sorcerer there is Lord Baklava and he is turning normal men into heartless 'playahs', I believe is the expression."

The Hunters turned and stared at Carrot, who puffed, underwhelmed at the assignment so far.

"So," the older Glace drawled. "What's the problem?"
"Carrot!" Tira gasped. "Women are not toys to play with and throw away!"
"Yeah, Darling!" Chocolate growled. "Do that to us and we'll kill you!"
"The sisters want us to stop Baklava," Big Mama continued. "He is actually a good sorcerer but this has got to stop."

Carrot snorted and crushed out his cigarette. He then turned and was about to walk out the door, to the others' shock.

"Carrot!" Dota squeaked indignantly. "Where do you think you're going?!"
"Hey, jerk!" Gateau exclaimed. "Get your ass back here! We got a job!"
"Sorry, Gateau ol' buddy. Just because a couple of broads can't do a decent
shag, they want us to spoil some guy's fun? Count me out."
"Darling! Where are you going?" Chocolate asked suspiciously.

A cruel smile formed on Carrot's lips as he knew the reaction his next words would bring.

"I am going to visit some college co-eds, see if they want a ride on the Love Train."
"WHAT?!"
"By the way, you and Tira SUCK in bed! You couldn't shag a dead dog if your lives depended on it."
"CARROT!" Tira gasped.
"I ain't queer, but I'd rather screw Zaha Torte than you two. That was the most BOOOORING three hours I ever had. Whoever you settle down with, and it sure as hell ain't gonna be me, I pity them for having to enduring the most disappointing years of their lives. Ciao. By the way, Mama? Dota? Anytime you want a ride on the love train, there's a spot reserved for you. Later!"

Carrot walked out of the room, laughing cruelly, proud of his new confidence in telling off the two sisters. Mount Chocolate erupted as she was physically retstrained, but managed to melt the walls with the vilest language ever heard. Dota gasped in horror as Big Mama gently covered her mouth with her hand in silent disapproval.

"I agree," Gateau laughed, looking forward to seeing Carrot get his, "but we have a job to do right now."
"Indeed," Marron intoned. "First, we deal with Baklava, then you may punish my dear idiot brother."

It was a six-day walk to Blossom City, but fortunately for the four Sorcerer Hunters, kind strangers' hospitality (including a young Sorceress) made the trek a little easier to endure. However, Chocolate and Tira were still stinging from Carrot's cruel belitting of their bedroom performance. Instead of time healing their wounds, it instead caused them to fester and grow into
vindictive thrist for revenge. The Hunters were walking along a road, the blue sky smiling above them and the sun a yellow ball dancing in the sky.

"I've heard of Baklava," Marron intoned. "He actually does treat the people in his town with respect. A very rare creature indeed."
"Uh huh," Gateau intoned unimpressed. "So did Wassan and he killed Opera."
"I don't care!" Chocolate snarled. "Darling will suffer for this!"
"I agree, dear sister," Tira fumed.

Suddenly, a strange-looking machine rode up and stopped next to the Hunters. It was a sort of rectangular box on wheels painted silver. The window rolled down and a pleasant-faced girl of about twenty smiled in greeting.

"Hi, guys," she saluted pleasantly. "Where ya headed?"
"Blossom City," Marron replied.
"Oh, you friends with Lord Baklava?"
"Yes, we are," Chocolate lied sweetly.

The four Hunters got in the "van"-as the driver called it and it drove down the road toward Blossom City. It was a very comfortable ride and the driver-Cherry-was telling about her being a student at Blossom University and how she got a little action at a party not too long ago.

"Really," Gateau replied uninterested. "Who was it, may I ask?"
"Called himself 'The Love God'. Or was it 'Love Machine'?" Cherry replied.
"DARLING!" Chocolate growled darkly.
"What did he look like?" Marron queried although he knew who it was.
"Slender build. Spiky black hair. Horny as hell."
"We know him."
"Yeah," Gateau frowned. "We're Sorcerer Hunters and, unfortunately, that
little perverted asshole is with us."
"Sorcerer Hunters? Wow! I heard about you guys! You kick ass!"
"Thank you," Tira smiled acidly. "However, there is a certain pervert whose ass WE'D like to kick.

The van entered Blossom City and the Hunters' mouths dropped. Buildings of glass and steel rose into the sky. Various machines like Cherry's "van" drove about. People laughed and greeted each other and there was endless hustle and bustle. Above the city on a mountain top was an enormous Oriental-type palace. Obviously that was where Bakalva must have lived, but the people of Blossom obviously lived very well themselves. The van rode up the mountain.

"You're in luck," Cherry chirped. "Bakalva is having a pool party this afternoon. I'm sure he won't mind you coming."

A Socerer having a party for his minions? Even the most benevolent, kindest Sorcerers had some Machiavellian purpose. The Hunters decided to wait and see although something about the invitation was fishy. The van finally reached the top and stopped in front of two enormous ivory gates. A giant of a man in a barely-fitting tuxedo nodded pleasantly.

"Welcome," a low bass grumble greeted them. "Lord Baklava and Lady Torta are expecting you. This way please."

The Sorcerer Hunters followed the giant through the palatial exquisitely-maicured gardens and ebony-carved statues to the palace and entered. The celing soared almost to the heavens and the atmosphere and motif was that of an Oriental potentate's palace. There were noises coming from the oak double doors off to the Hunters' left. They entered and saw a kalediscope of sight and sound. Everyone was wearing beachwear, there were strobelights and everyone dancing to a strange driving music. In the middle of the floor was an enormous pool where more people danced and floated around in. Above the pool was a gilded apartment hung from the ceiling with a bridge just below it running form one side of the pool to the other. The Hunters looked up at the balcony off to their right and saw a man and a woman both about thirtyish wearing swimming gear. They were both blonde with blue eyes with the pale complexion and chicken scratch-inverted triangle marks on their foreheads depicting them as Sorcerers. The man smiled and waved them up. The quartet walked up uneasily and were escorted to a large plush sofa and given
Pina Coladas.

"Welcome, Sorcerer Hunters," Baklava's voice was smooth and pleasant. "I am Baklava. This is my sister Torta."
"Welcome, Hunters," the blonde woman smiled. The Hunters gasped in shock. She was a dead ringer for BIG MAMA! "It is an honor to meet you."
"Thank you," Marron answered. "Forgive our staring, but you look like somebody we know, Lady Torta."
"I get that all the time. I guess I have that kind of face."
"So what brings you here, my friends?" Baklava queried, sipping his Pina Colada.
"You have the forbidden magic to turn men into Don Juans," Gateau intoned solemnly.

Suddenly, the door to the apartment opened and out stepped Carrot! The Sorcerer Hunter/pervert/would-be Cassanova was completely NUDE! A cigar hung from his mouth as he pumped his fist as a greeting.

"Whazzup, Blossom City!" he hooted. "Who wants a ride on the Love Train?!"
"AHHHH!" Chocolate gasped. "DARLING!!"
"God, that's a scary sight!" Gateau gave a mock shudder.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Love Machine?" the owner stepped out only wrapped in a sheet. It was ECLAIRE! Gateau's mouth dropped as his eyes narrowed to slits and his nostrils flared.
"THAT LOUSY SONOFABITCH!! MY SISTER?!!"
"You know him?" Torta queried amused.
"Of course they do, Torta," Baklava smirked. "That is the infamous Carrot Glace. Hunter extraordinaire and Chick Magnet Supreme."
"I swear," the older Mocha growled. "I'll BREAK THAT PERVERT IN HALF!!"

Eclaire snuggled up to Carrot warmly. Suddenly, Carrot ripped the sheet off and arrogantly dumped her into the pool to the other guests' delight and the other Hunters' consternation. The younger Mocha surfaced sputtering, her face a mask of hurt, confusion and anger.

"Sorry, bitch!" Carrot sneered. "Only one ride on the Love Train per passenger and you sucked! You are even worse than Tira and Chocolate! They fight over me and the truth is I never really loved them."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Both Tira and Chocolate exploded in
shock. He never LOVED THEM?!
"First off, they bug me 24/7. Chocolate especially. I finally decide to do them, just to be a nice guy and they SUCK DOGCRAP!! I'd rather watch grass grow, they are so boring. Also, they are like my sisters and you don't screw your sister, do you? Well, maybe Baklava and Torta do, but Sorcerers are a sick breed anyway."

People gasped at this bold putdown of their patrons, who merely smiled. Carrot continued his assault on the Misu sisters telling embarassing stories about when they were younger, unaware that said sisters were present and very pissed off. Gateau, who was ripped that Carrot dared shag and dump Eclaire like yesterday's garbage and humiliate her, was fighting to keep from flying
down to the floor and murdering the older Glace. Carrot popped back into the apartment and reappeared wearing pants and a red silk smoking jacket with matching slippers. He strutted down the stairs to the floor and snapped for music. SMOOTH CRIMINAL rocked the PA and Carrot led the guests in some incredible Michael Jackson-like moves. Baklava smiled proudly at this.

"Look at this," he mused. "Carrot has problems with girls, doesn't he?"
"No!" Chocolate growled. "He has me and Tira but that idiot doesn't see!"
"Yeah!" Tira fumed. "And this pisses us off!"
"Well," Torta put in, "like the saying goes, 'sometimes the chase is better than the actual possession'."
"Yes," Baklava agreed. "Now, women fall over themselves to take a ride on the Love Train and he couldn't be happier. You sure you want to ruin this?"
"My brother has an obligation," Marron intoned. "I appreciate you wanting to help, but we can't allow this. Please turn him and the other men you 'helped' back."

Sighing softly, Baklava nodded and led the Hunters through a passageway which led to another part of the palace. The hallway seemed to go on forever as the walls and the ceiling seemed to vainsh seem to wander and vanish into nothing. They stopped at a door.

"This is where I made the vial for Carrot and the others," Baklava smiled. "I should have an antitode whipped up in no time."
"Thanks," Chocolate fumed. "Darling! You are in for the hurting of your life!"
"I gather you love him?" Sardonic eyebrows arched into Baklava's hairline.
"I have loved him since we were children, but that PERVERT insists on chasing every girl in sight!"

The Hunters and Baklava entered the Sorcerer's laboratory and were immediately assaulted by two creautres resembling crosses between bulls and wolves. They picked up the two Misus by the throats and began squeezing.

"Well, ladies," a familiar gloating voice caught their attention. CARROT!
"Finally found someone you can't dominate."
"What the hell are these?" Gateau demanded.
"The first two to try my Love Serum. It worked. They were 'beasts in the bedroom'--"
Baklava explained uneasily.
"But there were side effects," Marron intoned. "They literally became beasts."
"DARLING!" Chocolate gasped. "Do something!"
"Kill the bitches!" Carrot crowed to the beasts. "They don't mean jack shit to me."
"CARROT!" Tira gasped.
"C'mon. You two are on my case 24/7. You don't let me score. You suck in bed. And to top it off, your tits are fake!"

The creatures dropped the two women and began howling with laughter. The two sisters rubbed their necks trying to regain their ability to breathe. Chocolate examined herself.

"My breasts are NOT fake, DARLING!" she fumed indignantly.
"Nor are mine, Carrot!" Tira gasped offended.
"Come on!" Carrot laughed. "Barbara Obliert had a rack on her and that was REAL! Yours were done by a two-bit quack who was drunk at the time. See ya! I'm going back to the party for some REAL women."

Baklava zapped the creatures into unconsciousness and checked on a very stunned Tira and Chocolate. Carrot actually told the beasts to kill them. They were nothing to him and THEIR BREASTS WERE FAKE! HOW DARE HE!! Meanwhile, Carrot was back on the floor wowing the crowd with his dancing skills. Not only was he dancing up a storm, he was groping and ondling away and the crowd egged him on. Suddenly, as the guests and Carrot formed a train
and was dancing around the perimeter of the floor, Marron appeared with a reddish octagonal crystal in his hand and a grim expression.

"Hey, bro!" Carrot chirped to his brother. "Come on and join us."
"Sorry, dear brother," the younger Glace replied solmenly. "The Love Train is hereby derailed permenantly."

The crystal shot and red-black bolt of energy that lifted Carrot and launched him into the swimming pool. An angry Carrot climbed out, drenched, when suddenly he morphed into the 25-foot, eight thousand pound bull-like Zoanthrope. Mass panic erupted as the guests fell over themselves running out of the hall. Chocolate and Tira entered, already in their "dominatrix" mode, ready to whip Carrot/Zanothrope back into shape.

"BRING IT ON, YOU SKANKY BITCHES!!"

The sisters' mouths dropped in shock as did the other Hunters'. Carrot was not afraid! In fact, he was challenging them! Tira leaped in the air to whip Carrot only to be knocked into the pool. Chocolate followed suit and also wound up in the pool. The Misus were dismayed and confused. He actually refused punishment! He struck them! Suddenly, Torta floated from the balcony
where she was observing this and hovered two inches from Carrot's forehead. She kissed it and the Sorcerer Hunter/Zoanthrope returned to his normal shape.

"NOOOOOO!!" Carrot screamed holding his head with both hands. "YOU JERKS!! YOU ASSHOLES!! HOW THE HELL COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!!"
"Shut up!" Gateau growled as he held Carrot, his tree trunk of an arm wrapped around the older Glace's neck. "Don't move or I'll snap your fucking neck!"
"Sorry, dear brother." Marron was not sorry at all. “It is time for your little ride to end." the younger Glace pulled out a small reddish vial and poured the contents down Carrot's throat. "Your little pleasure ride is over."

It was later that evening and the Sorcerer Hunters were allowed to stay at a palatial beach estate for another two weeks, courtesey of Baklava and Torta, who coopereated in returning all the men who took the "Stud Potion" to normal, including Carrot, who entered, dismayed from returning from being once again flatly rejected by every girl he chased. Gateau and Marron had little sympathy as he plopped himself down on the plush sofa and drank his Pina Colada.

"Y'know," he smiled sadly, "I guess I was a bit of a jerk. Gateau, dude, I am so sorry about what I did and said to your kid sister. She's a good kid and I would never intentionally hurt her. I apologize to you as well, Marron, for being a general shithead."
"Well," Gateau clapped a mock-friendly pat on Carrot's shoulder with a not-so-gentle squeeze, "apology accepted. Do that again, though, and I will break you in half."
"I suppose, brother, we can forgive you. However, there are two certain individuals that you owe an apology as well."
"Yeah," Carrot gulped. "That's what scares me."
"Well," Gateau smirked with zero sympathy. "Take your medicine like a man and get it over with."

Carrot finished his Pina Colada and took a deep breath. He then walked into the hall and down a flight of stairs to a room and entered, leaving the door open. The room was dark and nobody seemed to occupy it.

"Chocolate? Tira?" he called out. "Are you in here? Listen, I know I was an asshole and I'd like to apologize. I didn't mean those things I said. You two were great in bed and your breasts are fine."
"So glad you said that, Darling!" a voice snarled icily behind him, chilling his spine.
"Yes, Carrot!" the other had the same effect. "That doesn't excuse you! You were a complete asshole and you're gonna pay!"

He suddenly felt his wrists chained above him and his clothes ripped off. The door slammed shut and the lights went on revealing Tira and Chocolate in their dominatrix attire, their faces lacking the wicked yet playful smiles. Instead, their features were twisted into masks of rage, hurt and vengenance. Oh, SHIT! I am dead meat!

"You never loved us?!" Chocolate nearly snapped Carrot's neck in two with her viscious backhand. "WE DIED FOR YOU! AND YOU FUCKING SAY YOU NEVER LOVED US?!”
"WE SUCK IN BED?" Tira drove her foot into Carrot's crotch, nearly knocking
his genitilia out of his mouth. "THREE HOURS OF THE BEST SEX AND WE WERE
BORING?!"
" 'GO AHEAD AND KILL THEM'?!! YOU ASSHOLE!!"
"OUR TITS ARE NOT FAKE!!"

The physical and verbal assault continued until the door opened and Gateau and Marron entered, smiling cruelly, followed by a number of Blossom City's maidens that Carrot "de-flowered" and dumped, including a very pissed-off Eclaire Mocha.

"Greetings, ladies!" Tira snarled as the fiftieth lash ripped Carrot's back.
"You're just in time to give this perverted asshole his comeuppance!" Chocolate growled.
"NO!" Carrot groaned. "That's not fair! Come on, Tira! Chocolate! I said I was sorry!"
"This hurts us more than it hurts you, DARLING!"
"Gateau, dude. How about a hand?"

Gateau hugged Eclaire and patted her head with fraternal affection.

"Make the sonofabitch pay."
"No problem," the younger Mocha replied, eyeing Carrot with a sadistic grin.
"The pervert's toast."
"Marron," The battered and bloodied older Glace pleaded. "Little brother, dear--"
"Sorry, dear brother," Marron replied blandly. "Forgive the expression, but 'you made your bed and now you lie in it'."

The two Hunters turned to go, Marron turning just as they got to the door.

"Ladies. Please be gentle."
"Don't worry," Chocolate smiled cruelly. "We won't hurt darling. Too much.

For the next several hours Carrot Glace, the Sorcerer Hunters' Team Pervert/Would-be Don Juan, was battered, beaten, whipped, and otherwise horribly physically, mentally and verbally abused by some thirty-odd vindictive gals, including two Sorcerer Huntresses. Things were back to normal.


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