"Ah, my head... That wasn't succesfull fight... Okey, let's no panic". Ahina thought to herself, to not show that she regain consciousness. Well, not like it will help her much, as she was cuffed and naked. Ahina feel her cheek bushes, as she was emberassed of her nudity and hot from being bounded... But she tried to listen around, to find out if there is someone in the room.
"What?" Hearing the captain's concerned tone, Ina rushes to the bridge. Still wearing her dress as she figured she didn't have time to change. "Status report." She asks in a stern tone, wanting to know what exactly was happening.
Nami stared at Thassco, searching desperately for any sign of his true intentions. Would he let her go – would he actually go so far as to kidnap her? Her intuitiveness, which had kept her out of trouble so many times, had failed her disastrously today. She tried to reassure herself that he wouldn’t risk breaking Zygerrian law, knowing how they treated criminals – but then, if he thought he could get away with it… At his command, she nodded quickly – gasping and biting her lip as he forced her body upward, almost making her lose her footing. Her heart pounded in her chest. Slowly, she turned away from him, unfastening the hidden clasps of her dress to let it slide down, uncovering her bare back and shoulders little by little. She looked up with tearful eyes towards the screens showing herself, thinking of the unseen women watching her. Surely they would understand that she was under duress…? Still the shame of it burned hot within her. I came here to help you, she wanted to tell them. I still will, if I can. I’m doing all this for you, not for him… She let her body sway from side to side as she drew up her skirt, now unveiling her long, smooth legs. Taking her time, she pulled it up around her waist, giving Thassco a view of the round globes of her ass. Finally, she turned to face him – holding the unfastened dress against her so that it just covered from the tips of her breasts down to the gap between her thighs, every other inch of silky blue skin fully exposed. One tiny move away from revealing all, she waited, trembling with fear and anticipation, to see what he would do.
Ahina looked around, but found nothing except her in the small room. She was in what could be best described as a cell. A prison cell. Which was curious because there was nothing like this in their base. This was... Somewhere else on mandalore. The only doors leading to this small cell, seemed to be rather thick. The only thing in the cell, was a small bed, she was laying upon.
The captain turned to face Ina, her face grim. "There was attack on the planet. Numerous sabotages took place and the destruction is... Significant. The reports are still coming in, but we have confirmed reports of rebel fleet." She paused as an officer quickly ran up to her. She looked grim. "There are reports of bombardment of capital city, the orbital station is reported lost, there are reports of intrusions into all three major cities... A significant invasion of capital and rebel activity in rural areas."
(Your writing is really good) Thassaco sat down, smiling, observing. Nami could see herself on the screens that were on the walls, her dance looking far more enchanting then she felt it was. The screen, made it look... Hot. As if she was watching a porn recording in one of those poor bars. "You are looking... Upset." The Selkath noted. "Why don't you dance and pleasure yourself." He smiled. "You, showing yourself climaxing with pleasure at this place, would make a great impact on slaves." He said with a smile, and she could tell he was enjoying this situation, her compliance...
"Well... that is less emberassing. Slightly less emberassing". Ahina said to herself, as she slowly sit on her bed, still red from her nudity and tried find balance struggling with restrain hands. She checked cell for cameras, at least these one which she could spotted. "Not good, not good". Ahina look around the cell for something what she could use to lock pick her cuffs. "But I have admit, whose captured me, follow rulesets. Striped searched me, cuffed me and locked in the cell. But they didn't break my bones or taken away my proshtetic leg, so it means they don't want me hurt... yet. Also, they didn't leave with me guard, which mean they are short on man power". Ahina think to herself, as she slowly search cell for any usefull tool.
(Thank you! ) Nami licked her lips, trying to disguise her nervousness. She knew that she would serve as an example to the slaves whatever she did – either they would watch her play the willing whore, or they would watch her be brutally punished for disobedience. It was no real choice at all. Still clutching her dress against her body, her fingers crept underneath to play with her nipple, with her clit. A soft moan of genuine pleasure broke from her lips. Moving her body rhythmically, she continued to display herself to the viewers, seen and unseen, her eyes fluttering closed as she writhed in the fires of her lust and shame. As her dance continued, she turned around in a slow circle, lifting both arms over her head while she kept the hanging dress draped over herself. As sensitive as every part of her felt right now, even the light friction of the fabric against her hot skin sent ripples of pleasure through her. Everywhere she looked, she saw herself reflected back from a new angle, a woman she barely recognised as herself dancing for the enjoyment of one man. Slowly she moved closer to Thassco, swinging her hips, knowing that the hidden recorders would capture every movement. Standing before him, she let her hands fall to her sides, the dress slipping away to the floor. First her big, shapely breasts, then her smooth, gently rounded belly, and from there the slope leading to the wet, warm slit of her pussy, were all left in plain view. Wearing nothing at all now except for her shoes and head-jewellery, she stepped in close enough to Thassco to emphasise his height over her, so that even in her heels she had to look up to meet his eyes, the image of compliance. Her mouth slightly open, she panted with lust and trepidation.
"What in the world!?" Ina gasps, eyes going wide as she sees the destruction. How long was I asleep? She thinks to herself, unable to believe that such massive damage could be done in just a few hours. "Have you tried hailing them? Has anyone answered?" She asks in a worried tone, "Are there still any enemies within the area?"
As Ahina looked around, she found that the cell was empty of anything unnecessary. The bed had a soft spong and no sheets. The lamp was secured on the celling, with little chanche to damage it. The doors were locked with electronic lock... And she did not have anything to open it with.
The screens showed Nami the woman whom she did not see in a long time. One a watton slut, a sex slave ready to obey and please. Thassco smiled as he looked at her. "See? I knew that you remembered." He reached forward, gently touching her breast with a finger, tracing circles around her erect nipple. "You were missing it, did you not?" He asked as he cupped her entire breast with his hand and gave it a squeeze - not a gentle squeeze, but a strong grope, making her feel some pain. But the moment was gone and he traced hand down, until it cupped her ass. "You kept yourself in shape~" He praised her. Then he stepped back. "Now, why don't you show how a slave should present herself to the Master." He said with a smirk. "You remember the position?" He asked, and she could remember it well - on her knees, legs apart, chest pushed forward, hands grabbing forearms behind her back. "Why don't you show our audience, how to address their superiors... How to ask and beg~" The Selkath chuckled, having great pleasure of Nami's actions so far.
Ahina slowly get on her knees, to use her cuffed hands behind back to lift spong from the bed, to check if there anything under. If she doesn’t find anything useful there, she just heave sigh and sit on the bed. „Well, I am locked up. Like in the cage. But it’s something to be proud, how much they make sure I don’t escape. I hope they don’t take advantage of my naked state…” Ahina feels getting hotter, as she struggled in handcuffs. Her pussy getting wet and her nipples getting harder like rocks. „Ah… if only I get save word, it would be tempting roleplay…”
The captain shook her head. "No Ma'am." She answered. "We just left the hyperspace and the reports are starting to come down. The rebel fleet is still in the orbit." She paused. "It doesn't seem they noticed us." Spoiler: Tactics 6+9 vs DC 10 As Ina considered the tactical situation The situation was simple. If she moved forward with fanfare, the rebels would stop the attack and escape. But they would be trouble later. If she tried sneaking close, the city would suffer more bombardment, but she could crush the rebel fleet. This was a dilemma she was facing.
A strange sense of detachment had settled over Nami. Having seen herself on the screens, now it was if she floated outside her body, the feeling of her humiliation oddly remote. Thassco’s harsh squeeze of her sensitive breast brought her back down to herself, a little – she gasped with pain even as she longed for him to get it over with and give her the release she craved. Her knees almost buckled automatically as he directed her to take the pose of supplication. But she forced herself to pause for a moment. To assert – even if only for herself – that she would not willingly give up her freedom. “Just as a demonstration,” she said softly. “As a sign of how grateful I am.” Slowly, setting her shoes aside, she lowered herself down to adopt the position she remembered all too well. The floor felt cold and hard against her bare legs as she settled herself, knees apart, hands behind her back – clasped tightly as she fought not to squirm and tremble with the feelings that warred within her. Arranging herself just as she knew he liked, she awaited her next instruction.
"Can we expect any reinforcements?" Ina asks, wondering if all her men have already fallen. "Tsk, we can't risk letting them bomb our planet, and escape unscathed. Engage. Focus on disabling their weapons!" She says, watching the battlefield closely for any sudden changes.
There was a click and a voice came from a speaker. "No safe word for you." The familiar female voice of tanned woman came from speakers. "You like to watch. Now, you will experience the other side."
Thassco smirked as he stood over her, his body towering over her. He leaned over her, reaching with his hand - ! His hand closed around her neck and squeezed, choking her. With a smile, he leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth. With free hand he squeezed her breast. Finally, after a moment, his lips released hers. "Now," He licked his lips, the red tongue sliding over the blue skin. "You will show them how to beg." He smirked, his hand suddenly tightening over her throat. He let go, but then, he grabbed her tendrils, wrapping them in his hand and pulled her head back, forcing her body to arch, on her knees. "Now, what do you desire?" He asked, his voice making her shiver with a promise.
Ahina chuckled, red on her faces from excitement and embarrassment. „Well, that’s fair enough, tanned one. I would be very poor loser if I complained now”. She sit on the bed and lock legs together, to hide her wet pussy. With locked hands Ahina couldn’t cover her breasts. „Could you introduce yourself? I can call you tanned one but I prefer calling person who I speak by her name”. Ahina reminds something. „By the way, did you find your armour which I hidden away”? She hope they didn’t find them, but it was flat chance.
"We are the reinforcements~" The captain said with a slight smile on her lips. "Very well ma'am!" She gave orders. The ship started moving. "Enemy fleet identified! A Nebulon-B, Carrack and two Hammer heads and four CR90s!" Someone reported from her station. After some time it seemed that Ina's forces were noticed. The captain cursed. "They are retreating." Ina knew that. She also knew that even at maximum speed, she would not be able to catch up.
"Yes, we did." The woman answered through the speakers, with a sour note in her voice. "You can call me mistress." She said, with magnanimous tone.
