Star Wars: Warlords

[Elfie]

The Botham smiled at her question.

"A couple of day ago, a group of punks - a so called 'D'erka scrubbers' gang, stole from me a part to a ship. They are a band of hooligans, not a proper gang, and part is not worth that much, but it was already sold and I need to deliver it. You simply need to get me the part." He explained.

Seri arches an eyebrow, instinctively folding her arms across her chest as she assumes an exasperated expression.

“So you want me to take on a gang? I’m not exactly armed to the teeth!” She grimaces, already trying to figure some way to approach this, before realising she still doesn’t have all the details. “Fine. Okay. Just… tell me where they are, how much you know about them. And I’ll… I’ll see what I can do.”

 

[lady-lux]

"Fucking slut!" He exclaimed as he quickened his movements. He grabbed Nami by tentacles and pulled, forcing her to arch - and soon she felt his hot seed explode inside her, flood her womb, with such a quantity that it started spilling. His seed was so hot, it almost burned her at initial touch.

Slap!

His hand landed on her ass, sending shocks of pleasure down her spine.

Tears stung Nami’s eyes, but the cry that escaped her was as much one of pleasure as pain. Her rational mind paralysed with mortal dread, instinct alone guided her; her trembling hips rocked back against his, her ass upraised to entice him to strike again. Her back arching to its limit as she let him play with her body, offering no resistance.

The furnace heat of his cum gave her a deep, cozy feeling at her very core. Drowning in sensation, in their combined pheromones, only dimly was she aware of what this might mean for her future, if she didn’t get the right medicines in time. There was no future, only this moment where she had no choice, no control. And to the part of her that held sway right now, that felt only right.

 

[majus]

Seri arches an eyebrow, instinctively folding her arms across her chest as she assumes an exasperated expression.

“So you want me to take on a gang? I’m not exactly armed to the teeth!” She grimaces, already trying to figure some way to approach this, before realising she still doesn’t have all the details. “Fine. Okay. Just… tell me where they are, how much you know about them. And I’ll… I’ll see what I can do.”

"I don't want you to take on a gang!" He snorted, irritated. "I doubt you could take two!" He dismissed Seri's skill. "I want you to recover my part!" He shook his head impatiently.

"The 'gang' or rather the hooligans, have base in an old warehouse, near the market district. The warehouse is marked U17." He said. "The gang has a few members, less then ten. Some kids who want to show how big they are with tattoos and fancy clothes. They are more possers who try to make it big." He shrugged. "It's only time before they piss of someone important."

 

[majus]

Tears stung Nami’s eyes, but the cry that escaped her was as much one of pleasure as pain. Her rational mind paralysed with mortal dread, instinct alone guided her; her trembling hips rocked back against his, her ass upraised to entice him to strike again. Her back arching to its limit as she let him play with her body, offering no resistance.

The furnace heat of his cum gave her a deep, cozy feeling at her very core. Drowning in sensation, in their combined pheromones, only dimly was she aware of what this might mean for her future, if she didn’t get the right medicines in time. There was no future, only this moment where she had no choice, no control. And to the part of her that held sway right now, that felt only right.

As through a fog, Nami felt the man stripping her from her belongings, leaving her naked. He then grabbed her by her tentacles and started pulling - and she, still drunk on orgasm, crawled behind him.

The fog started lifting from her mind, when she realised he opened the hatch for trash.

 

[Elfie]

"I don't want you to take on a gang!" He snorted, irritated. "I doubt you could take two!" He dismissed Seri's skill. "I want you to recover my part!" He shook his head impatiently.

"The 'gang' or rather the hooligans, have base in an old warehouse, near the market district. The warehouse is marked U17." He said. "The gang has a few members, less then ten. Some kids who want to show how big they are with tattoos and fancy clothes. They are more possers who try to make it big." He shrugged. "It's only time before they piss of someone important."

Probably would have been easier if he’d made me suck him off.

Seri grumbles to herself, suppressing an audible groan, and a frustrated eye roll.

“Oh less than ten. That’s fine then.” She grits her teeth. “Alright, deal. Look, why don’t you give me the gear now - it’ll make the job a lot easier if I can just slice my way past whatever locks or protection they have. Then I’ll meet you back here with your kriffing part.”

It’s a long shot, but worth it. She’s not dumb enough to try and con the Bothan, especially when he clearly holds a grudge, but it should make the task ahead easier.

 

[majus]

Probably would have been easier if he’d made me suck him off.

Seri grumbles to herself, suppressing an audible groan, and a frustrated eye roll.

“Oh less than ten. That’s fine then.” She grits her teeth. “Alright, deal. Look, why don’t you give me the gear now - it’ll make the job a lot easier if I can just slice my way past whatever locks or protection they have. Then I’ll meet you back here with your kriffing part.”

It’s a long shot, but worth it. She’s not dumb enough to try and con the Bothan, especially when he clearly holds a grudge, but it should make the task ahead easier.

The Bothan frowned, thinking for a moment.

"So you could take the equipment and make a run for it! I don't think so." He shook his head, crossing hands over his chest, set in his decision.

Then he paused.

"Well, if you left something of equal value, to be exchanged later, I can consider it~" He said slowly with a drawl in his voice.

 

[lady-lux]

As through a fog, Nami felt the man stripping her from her belongings, leaving her naked. He then grabbed her by her tentacles and started pulling - and she, still drunk on orgasm, crawled behind him.

The fog started lifting from her mind, when she realised he opened the hatch for trash.

A cold sensation prickled the back of Nami’s skull as she resurfaced to reality. Bile rising in her throat, her limbs weak. She had to focus. She had to—

“Wait,” she groaned, panting heavily for breath, clutching at his arm as she appealed to him. “You— you got what you wanted. J-just take the credits and…and leave me alone. Please…”

 

[ImAWanderer]

The rope was tied securely around her leg - if she fell, it would hurt, but she would survive.

As she waited, and waited on her post, but nothing seemed to happen. Her mind started wandering. To the paramour and that they in the barn. To her mother, wondering what she was doing now. To her brother, worrying if he managed to get on the planet.
Then she heard it - the sound was recognizable - the scream of engines of a TIE engine.

Olena started as she sat up a little straighter, holding her weapon close as she looked through the night sky and the tree canopy to try to get an idea of how close the Imperial vehicle was - especially if it was loitering. She didn't bother to raise the alarm, not yet... There was no ignoring the shriek of TIEs, but she did need to make sure it wasn't a transport coming in to deposit troops or an attack craft coming in for a strafing run...

(Sorry about the absence, this month has been crazy for me.)

 

[majus]

A cold sensation prickled the back of Nami’s skull as she resurfaced to reality. Bile rising in her throat, her limbs weak. She had to focus. She had to—

“Wait,” she groaned, panting heavily for breath, clutching at his arm as she appealed to him. “You— you got what you wanted. J-just take the credits and…and leave me alone. Please…”

The man grunted as he slapped your hand away.

"That's what I take - and dropping you here-" He said as he opened the hatch - there a shaft leading down.

"Get in." He commanded, not even bothering to point blaster at her.

 

[majus]

Olena started as she sat up a little straighter, holding her weapon close as she looked through the night sky and the tree canopy to try to get an idea of how close the Imperial vehicle was - especially if it was loitering. She didn't bother to raise the alarm, not yet... There was no ignoring the shriek of TIEs, but she did need to make sure it wasn't a transport coming in to deposit troops or an attack craft coming in for a strafing run...

(Sorry about the absence, this month has been crazy for me.)

(No problem - I just know the feeling)

Olena waited for a moment, but after a couple of minutes, no attack came. Then, she saw another TIE screaming as it moved over the forest, but this one flew farther from her position.

 

[Elfie]

The Bothan frowned, thinking for a moment.

"So you could take the equipment and make a run for it! I don't think so." He shook his head, crossing hands over his chest, set in his decision.

Then he paused.

"Well, if you left something of equal value, to be exchanged later, I can consider it~" He said slowly with a drawl in his voice.

The only thing close to valuable she has on her is the credit chip. And she’s not letting that out of her sight.

Seri throws her hands up in surrender, scowling and shaking her head. Relenting, she agrees to the deal, setting off without the slicing equipment.

She heads for the location indicated by the Bothan, approaching with increasing caution the closer she gets to it, keeping one hand on the blaster in her pocket.

 

[lady-lux]

The man grunted as he slapped your hand away.

"That's what I take - and dropping you here-" He said as he opened the hatch - there a shaft leading down.

"Get in." He commanded, not even bothering to point blaster at her.

Cringing away from the blaster’s barrel, Nami inched herself closer to the hatch. The smell made her eyes water even more, and panic gripped her as she stared down that shaft into the dark. She tried to pull back, looking for a way out, a way to run – without getting shot in the back—

“I can’t,” she whispered. “Please— please don’t do this…”

 

[ImAWanderer]

(No problem - I just know the feeling)

Olena waited for a moment, but after a couple of minutes, no attack came. Then, she saw another TIE screaming as it moved over the forest, but this one flew farther from her position.

Olena cursed quietly at the increased traffic - yet her awareness wasn't improving. Either a transport had just landed and taken off in a different direction or the Imperials were conducting an aerial operation against... Someone. With a nervous sigh, she untied the rope and put it back on her pack, before attempting to climb higher in the tree to try to get a look at what was happening above the canopy. Hopefully her rural upbringing and physical strength would help ensure she didn't take a potential debilitating tumble.

 

[majus]

The only thing close to valuable she has on her is the credit chip. And she’s not letting that out of her sight.

Seri throws her hands up in surrender, scowling and shaking her head. Relenting, she agrees to the deal, setting off without the slicing equipment.

She heads for the location indicated by the Bothan, approaching with increasing caution the closer she gets to it, keeping one hand on the blaster in her pocket.

It took some time for Seri to arrive at the place - the warehouse was old, and visibly crumbling building, neatly slid between other buildings of the same type. But the one that was her target, was visibly occupied. There were colourful drawings on it, signs and drawings in fluorescent paint. There were also some lamps added, colourful small lamps that made it look like some kind of tacky club. In front of the building, six young people were talking and laughing. A few humans, a Duro, rodian and a zeltros - both female and males. They were young, barely adult, their clothes screamed with extravagance, trying to bring attention to the user and... lack of style.

 

[majus]

Cringing away from the blaster’s barrel, Nami inched herself closer to the hatch. The smell made her eyes water even more, and panic gripped her as she stared down that shaft into the dark. She tried to pull back, looking for a way out, a way to run – without getting shot in the back—

“I can’t,” she whispered. “Please— please don’t do this…”

The man holstered the blaster and grabbed Nami by tentacles, pulling her to hatch, then pressing against it.

"Sh-shh~" He hushed her, his hand groping her tit. "It's alright~" He hummed into her ear, his fingers sliding into her pussy, even as he pushed her lightly further to the hatch.

 

[majus]

Olena cursed quietly at the increased traffic - yet her awareness wasn't improving. Either a transport had just landed and taken off in a different direction or the Imperials were conducting an aerial operation against... Someone. With a nervous sigh, she untied the rope and put it back on her pack, before attempting to climb higher in the tree to try to get a look at what was happening above the canopy. Hopefully her rural upbringing and physical strength would help ensure she didn't take a potential debilitating tumble.

As Olena got to the ground, she meet Adot, already waiting for her. She looked better after the night's rest. She turned to looked at Olena, her eyes sharp.

"What is going on there?" She asked, even as a TIE engine could be heard somewhere far away screaming as the starfighter cut the sky.

Instinctively, Adot's hand move to the blaster on her waist.

 

[lady-lux]

The man holstered the blaster and grabbed Nami by tentacles, pulling her to hatch, then pressing against it.

"Sh-shh~" He hushed her, his hand groping her tit. "It's alright~" He hummed into her ear, his fingers sliding into her pussy, even as he pushed her lightly further to the hatch.

Heart racing, Nami stared up pleadingly at her tormentor, searching for any sign of pity. She shivered at his touch, her aroused body still responding, but primal fear was stronger now than anything else.

Sheer, desperate survival took over. He was so much bigger, stronger than her, but—

“No!” With all her remaining strength she squirmed and struggled, trying to break free of his grip.

 

[Elfie]

It took some time for Seri to arrive at the place - the warehouse was old, and visibly crumbling building, neatly slid between other buildings of the same type. But the one that was her target, was visibly occupied. There were colourful drawings on it, signs and drawings in fluorescent paint. There were also some lamps added, colourful small lamps that made it look like some kind of tacky club. In front of the building, six young people were talking and laughing. A few humans, a Duro, rodian and a zeltros - both female and males. They were young, barely adult, their clothes screamed with extravagance, trying to bring attention to the user and... lack of style.

Seri keeps to the shadows, quiet and observant. She takes her time, watching the six carefully, trying to get a read on any habits or behaviours, anything that she might be able to use, if she risks a direct approach.

Otherwise, she takes in as much as she can of the building itself, searching for signs of life inside as well as outside - or any side entrances, or structural weaknesses that would allow her to slip within.

 

[ImAWanderer]

As Olena got to the ground, she meet Adot, already waiting for her. She looked better after the night's rest. She turned to looked at Olena, her eyes sharp.

"What is going on there?" She asked, even as a TIE engine could be heard somewhere far away screaming as the starfighter cut the sky.

Instinctively, Adot's hand move to the blaster on her waist.

"Looks like nothing to do with us, ma'am," Olena reported, stuffing her rope back into her pack. "Some Imperial aerial reconnaissance or maybe they're going to or from a ground attack mission? Either way, they came from that direction," the Amaran Amazonian accompanied her words with a pointed finger, hopefully guiding Adot - and by extension Olena and her comrades - back to the war.

 

[majus]

Heart racing, Nami stared up pleadingly at her tormentor, searching for any sign of pity. She shivered at his touch, her aroused body still responding, but primal fear was stronger now than anything else.

Sheer, desperate survival took over. He was so much bigger, stronger than her, but—

“No!” With all her remaining strength she squirmed and struggled, trying to break free of his grip.

Spoiler

18 Vs DC 12 - success

Nami felt sudden influx of strength and she pushed the man to the side-

"Ah!" He choked with pain as his shoulder hit the hatch. "Bitch!" He scowled, his hand reaching for the blaster.