Star Wars The Old Republic

Her robotic arms wasn't yet act like real arm, so it move too slow to parry, only block some strenght of hit. So the punch reach not nose, but skin on chin. It hurt, but not too badly and She managed to awoid next puch in cheast. HK-52 move his hand to grab her arm and throw her.

 

Aphra sighs

“Its nobodys fault“ She sits down next to him again.

“You didnt wanted it in The First Place but I kept pushing You.“

 

Mysa winced when the punch hit her chin, throwing back her head. She had not time to recover when HK-52 took hold of her arm and threw her across the room. She groaned in pain as she hit the floor. Still envigorated by the drug, she quickly got to her feet and raised her arms in defense again.

 

Garak shout to her.
"Come on, attack him! By just defense no one ever win"
HK-52 move his leg to kick her in the knee, his robotic limb have more strenght than it look like.

 

Mysa screamed in pain as HK-52 hit her knee, and stumbled backward. Recovering, she gathered her strength and aimed to hit HK-52 in the head with her metal hand.

 

Her punch was powerfull, ewen on weak legs, Mysa managed to hit one of eye/camera on HK-52 face, destroyed it and leaving small hole. Droid move slower than before, but with the same strenght. He rise both fist to hit Mysa in the head.

 

Seeing the droid raise his fists, Mysa tried to dive away to the side where the eye-camera had been destroyed, and sweep HK-52's legs.

 

Former Sith lady managed to awoid strike of two fist, but her own action was too weak. Droid legs stand too balance, to fall down owner. HK-52 move half blind to swing fist in Mysa torso.

 

Mysa was hit by the blind swing. Groaning in pain, she stumbled to her side. She tried to punch HK-52 head again, coming from his blindside with her robotic fist.

 

HK-52 managed to parry her strike, but it was that hard, that it break his wrist. Like droid, he didn't feel any pain, and he strike his secend fist in her torso, pushing her on the wall. Before he step forward, Garak rise his hand.
"Hokd on. Stop the fight!"

 

Mysa hit the wall and winced in pain, as the slashing wound on her back impacted the wall. She held her chest too, where the droid hit her. She panted, her breasts rising and falling on her chest, and looked to Garak, ‘Yes... hah... Lord Garak?’

 

"I don't want to crush both of you too bad, or you wont be able to finish our mission. I will give you a choise Mysa." He point at HK-52, who stand stady, complety ignored his broken hand and missed eye.
"We can call this draw, wich mean you will get reward and punishment. Or you could try your skills and finish what you started, with risk of being hurt too badly. It is your decition."

 

Mysa looked at Garak and then at the damaged, droid. She scowled, ‘We may still need your toy soldier in tact... Lord.’ She stood up straight, ‘Let’s call it a draw then.’

 

Garak act like she give that answer, what he excepted. He point at torture chamber.
"Very well. Let's go back to your bed, you will get both." He said. HK-52 already take off his broken wrist and beginning fix new. He have a lot extra parts on ship.

 

‘Yes, Lord Garak,’ Mysa said. She looked at what HK-52 was doing and then at her own robotic hand before she went back into the chamber.

 

Mysa robotic arm was made of much better material than HK-52. It is no track, that was use in fight. Inside room, Garak comand Mysa.
"On the bed." And when she do it, he bond every her limb to straps.
"Are you comfortable?" He asked in tone, how normal people question about weather.

 

Mysa climbed on the bed and let Garak fasten the bindings to her. She checked how much movement she had in the straps. ‘I’ve had worse, this bed is actually very comfortable.’ She looked up at him from the bed, ‘I assume, I am not the first woman you have strapped naked to this bed, Lord Garak?’

 

Garak walking around her, forcing her to move her head in hard way if she want see him.
"There was a few before you, but that girls was only for job and duty." He said as he caress her hurt cheack.
"Now close your eyes" He comand, as he move some mechanizm, to spread wide her legs and arms, with out freeing her.

 

Mysa tried to followi Garak with her eyes, wincing slightly as he touched her cheek. When he commanded her, she nodded to him and closed her eyes. Mysa whimpered slightly as her limbs were forced apart and strapped more tightly. The former Sith Lord felt strange, being at Garak’s mercy like that should have filled her with rage, but the mixture of humiliation and fear felt exciting. No man had ever dared to treat her and control her like that.

 

Garak stand betheen her legs, gently touching her clint by two fingers.
"Are you ready for your reward, Mysa? Or maybe you want to stay like that little longer?" He move his glovet finger around her lips, caressing her public hair and holding it.