Ahina twisted both Tai’s nipples, as she experienced orgasm. „From now on, you will follow orders of Crix. And when he will be absent, you will obey my commands, are you understand”? Ahina didn’t let Tai catch a breath, only stimulated her more and more.
Seri’s jaw drops, and her mind reels, alive with possibility. The crash, the comedown from everything that’s happened is bound to arrive soon, but it’s paused for now as she realises just how worth it the last few hours have been. Then she feels the first cold brush of fear. It’s a truly insane amount of credits. Far more than she’s ever had for herself. Adara bought her things worth more, but none of it was hers. The chip fairly burns a hole in her pocket as she slips it back inside. Eyes wide and wary, she makes her way to the bar, intending to inquire after a room, or failing that, where else she can find somewhere to lay low. Escaping Nar Shaadar is within her means now, easily. But where next? She needs time to think, and time to let herself feel.
“Please, please— No!” Nami flinched as if she herself had been shot. Ice gripped her chest, stabbing into her heart. She’d failed, completely, and she might be able to live with that if she were the only one paying the price. Shaking all over, she did as she was told: hands clasping her wrists behind her back, pushing her heaving bosom forward, as she knelt submissively before Thassco. No thought of resistance left in her mind. No hope that obedience would save her life – she expected to be used and discarded, an object of no value beyond her Master’s fleeting pleasure.
Olena scootched over into her lean-to tent, flanked by her tarp on one side with the foliage on the other providing a background for the woodland-camo tarp to blend in with, allowing Adot to huddle inside for protection from the elements or for a private word. Of course, the up-til-now all-business officer opening up her jacket just enough to allow her cleavage to peak out earned small, lopsided smile from the vixen she was speaking to. She liked what she saw. It seemed the feeling was mutual as Adot indulged in a longer-than-appropriate inspection of Olena's distinctly out of regulation modification to her uniform. The Amazonian Amaran couldn't help but allow a low chuckle to reverberate in her chest, her smile becoming mildly flirtatious alongside an arched brow. Far be it from her to not do whatever she could to demonstrate her... Discipline to her superior officer, leaning back to place her hands against the ground behind her, reclining in such a way that her back could do naught but arch and thrust her bust out, her legs curling inward and spreading slightly at the thighs with just enough space for an adventurous head to descend. The angle of the junior insurgent's torso caused her clingy shirt to slide upward to keep up with her movements, revealing a hint of a wash-board flat belly covered in white fur. Ah, perhaps the white at her throat extended over the entirety of her front, then. "Just what I was thinking, ma'am... But I reckon we'll need to rest up first, maybe find a place to... Disappear to for a while..." Olena's voice was just the slightest bit breathless, charged... Suggestive. Of course, the group had just finished a ruck march - perhaps the vixen was just relaxing? There was just enough doubt that the voluptuous vixen could get away with talking her way out of any accusation of fraternizing with an officer (which she was totally doing), but Adot could see a particular brand of mischief in Olena's eyes - whether it was merely the natural impression of one gazing on a vulpine or Amaran visage or the embers of rather unprofessional lust was up to Adot's interpretation...
The woman gasped as Ahina twisted her nipples. "No-no!" She gasped out, even as her body trembled from pain and pleasure. Ahina could see the wetness gathering between her legs.
As Seri was deep in though, a servant droid came to her. "What would you like to order, Ma'am?" The droid asked as it's red eyes looked at her. She realised she spent some time by the table, but did not check the menu, or order anything.
The man smiled, his alien face twisting in a cruel grimace. He walked up to her and raised the blaster- "Suck!" He all but ordered, as he put a blaster's barrell right in front of her lips. The weapon that shoot just a moments ago.
Adot smirked. "I need to give a few orders, around. Should be back in half an hour. That is how much time you have to scout the surroundings." She gave a short order with a smirk on her lips. She turned around and left, with a light sway to her hips.
She starts, flinching at the sudden, artificial voice. But what remains of her composure returns after a moment, and she manages a smile for the droid. “I was lightyears away.” She affects a placid little giggle, tapping a pink finger against the table, “Umm, oh! Well, I had meant to ask if you have any rooms available? Just for the night.”
„Yes, you will obey my commands, just like you obey Crix. In our trio you will be the lowest rank”. Ahina twisted Tai nipples and grabbed blaster. Using handle of the weapon, she began teasing Tai wet pussy. She pressed handle inside her wettest, cover in her love juice. „See? You are so wet, naughty girl”. Ahina show handle close to Tai face, into her mouth.
Nami gasped as the blaster pointed towards her – before she realised what Thassco had in mind. She licked her lips before gradually leaning forward to wrap them around the barrel, taking it into her mouth. The metallic taste of it, and the residual warmth from – the very thought of it chilled her spine. But moving automatically now, driven by some ingrained instinct to serve, to please, she did just as she was told: moving her head slowly back and forth, sucking on the barrel, letting in more and more of it, while she looked up at her Master’s cruel eyes in total submission.
"Half an hour - yes, ma'am." Olena affirmed, no longer hiding the salacious husk in her voice or restraining the smolder of her hooded gaze. She indulged in only a moment of watching Adot's undulating hips as she walked away. She swiftly turned in her seated position, fiddling with the commpack... While Adot and Olena were preparing to engage in the honestly highly irresponsible taboo of what could be politely called "field copulation," that didn't mean standing orders could go unexecuted - the voluptuous vixen disconnected her headset from the comm gear, switching the output to the external speakers, volume adjusted to be audible to the other rebels congregating in the clearing or resting nearby in case something changed. Once that was done, Olena threw her blouse back on, (mostly) concealing her uniform shirt from view, before grabbing her rifle and preparing to take her leave. Finding the rebels on first watch, the Amazonian Amaran let them know that she was going to go "scouting" on Lieutenant Adot's orders, figuring out a call-response so they wouldn't panic and fire on her silhouette - or arguably more importantly, to shoot any Imperial ambusher on the spot before they could do any damage. Once that was figured out, she told them what direction she was going, how far she was going out, and which direction she would be going in a circular patrol around the camp - more than enough information for Lieutenant Adot to catch up with her. With that, Olena would hopefully execute her plan to get laid after a very stressful day with her comrades none the wiser she was going to get used like a toy by their shared commander... She would move as stealthily as she could once she left their field of view. She would feel very foolish if the aforementioned theoretical Imperial ambushers killed her while she was trying to get laid.
The droid paused, and she could tell it was of quite a weak programming. "Yes." It noded it's head. "We have several rooms for rent. It will be 50 credits for a night." It said slowly.
"Yh~" The woman moaned as Ahina stimulated her, but then glared at her with defiance. It looked like she would not submit to Ahina's threats.
The man smiled. "Oh, so eager sucking." He chuckled. He pressed his boot against Naomi's sex. "So wet~" He shook his head, then grinned even harder. "Well, after all, it might be the last meal you will have~" As he said, Nami could see his finger moving to the trigger.
Olena made her way around the camp, slowly checking the surroundings, before making her way further in random direction. It took her a while, but soon she found a place from a dreams - like a tourist attraction. A small pond surround by trees, with a small beach. This place was probably mostly used by animals to drink. She looked around, but found no imperials. The pursuit was lost far behind them...
Ahina teased Tai’s pussy, keeping her at the edge, but not letting her come. „If you ask nicely, I will let you come, my dear naughty girl”. Ahina tried to dominate Tai mind.
Seri grimaces softly. Something about such droids has always upset her - the programmed servitude they exist under. “Thank you.” She replies warmly, instinctively touching the machine’s arm. “I’ll take a room please, nothing fancy.”
A shudder ran through Nami. Was it fear – or excitement, anticipation? Involuntarily she squirmed, grinding against Thassco’s boot, desperate for that shameful pleasure. All the while she looked up at him, silently pleading, though what she was pleading for even she had no idea. Her fate was fully in his hands, and knowing that only made the heat inside her rise more and more.
Olena allowed a happy hum to escape her at the picturesque retreat. There were some benefits to crashing on a jungle planet, it seems. Of course, it probably would have been better if she had thought to bring her sleeping bag or liner to sit on when Adot joined her. As it stood, the water seemed welcoming... Olena took some time to check the quality of the water - it wasn't standing water, streaming off into the underbrush from who knew where, and it seemed good enough for the local fauna judging from the tracks in the area. Presuming that after some thorough investigation that the Amazonian Amaran wouldn't contract something terrible from entering the water, she would promptly strip down to nothing. She didn't exactly have a change of socks or clothes, considering the circumstances of the situation... ... And much to the joy of any unseen observer, as the voluptuous vixen neatly piled up her uniform, boots, and socks by the pond's edge, rifle hidden under a thin layer of leaves a bit to the side. Bending over to do so, providing an unobscured view of her heart-shaped derriere, the curves of her posterior covered in the same white fur that enveloped her generous bust, hard abdomen, and the insides of her thighs, thick with fat and muscle in equal measure. With an indulgent smirk, Olena gave her wide hips a slight sway from one side to the other and back, quite aware of how she looked, before finally entering the calm waters of the pond with a sigh. She descended down the side of the natural pool until her chin just barely cleared its surface, ready to surprise Adot with her nude figure... If she didn't walk in on her or wasn't watching unseen from the trees.
