As Orson approached the blond, to check her bondage, he felt something. He looked down, only to find slave opening his zipper with her teeth. As he froze, her mouth moved to his crotch and her tongue started scoping his dick.
"Good, boss!" Panza said with joy - he seemed happy that Sarah decided to follow his plan. "M12, commence implantation of the probe." "Roger Roger." the machine said as it grabbed Sarah's hips and with one thrust it slammed it's attachment all the way into the woman. It left blond shocked. "M12, you idiot! You were supposed to do foreplay and gently advance!" Panza called angrily. "Roger Roger." The magma guard confirmed as it started thrusting. It wasn't exactly gently, but it was... gentler than at the start?
Rodian paused in thought. "Wilde space, I would guess. Far away from core worlds and their problems. It would be dangerous, but we would escape the constant war." The man said, his voice somewhat tired. "But you don't have to worry about me, captain. We owe and will follow you, wherever you decide to go."
Katarina put hand on riodian shoulder. "Thank you for kind words. I will keept it in mind." She leave Rodian and headed chech rest of the ship. If nothing catch her attention, she will return to bridge and call the crew by audio. "I hope everyone is on board, men. We will leaving in ten minutes, so say goodbye to your girlfriends or boyfriends in these port." Katarina shout down audio and chouse curse on the planet with radical rebels.
Aydn smiled, as always, his lips quirking in rougish, if not sardonic smile. "Yes, my Queen, we shall do our best, to eliminate those pests." He bowed. * * * It was a few days later, that first effects of the meeting started taking place. One of advisors quickly came to Jedi Lord's study and bowed. "My Queen, the representative of Royals have arrived." He hesitated. "It's Queen Dowager and not the person who is supposed to be your fiance. Where should we host the guest? The throne room? Or would you prefer something more private?"
Chil'van shrugged. "What's the point keeping her alive? She will be executed anyway." Something sadistic entered her voice. "It's better to make her death as painful and prolonged as possible, to send a massage. People seem to have forgotten what Tarkin done with Q'anah." Yet as she said it, the Chiss woman made no move, it looked like she was playing... or was she? Aigir'ritar became frantic. "No! Please spare me! Show mercy!" The woman called, but barely moved for the fear of the plasma blade that was right next to her. Daltar turned bridge's window - the shuttle with stormtroopers already docking to the ship. Then his eyes landed on the Aigir'ritar's throne - it seemed more cozy than his chair, also grander. Also, there seemed to be chains attached to it.
Mardica was busy reading over and drawing plans for anti aircraft defences, which with her current resources, was just future plans, but good to have in the works. if they could keep the planet unified then the bigger threat would be a space invasion. But while she theorized the optimal and most efficient set up, she heard one of the advisors enter and relay the news. It caught her a bit off guard. “..unusual they would delegate this to someone else. What game are they playing?” Mardica kept her voice low, but she didn’t really try to hide her opinions from her advisor. “No. The throne room is too much of a power play. The courtyard instead. This is already our planet. Make it clear that I want servants and staff to treat them as equals for their stay. Even if you aren’t convinced of that, we don’t want to make ourselves appear weak, but we can’t appear looking too demanding and aggressive either.” Mardica rose, making her way to the courtyard, where she would wait to meet her guest properly.
"Pariji!" The warriors chanted back - to victory. The building shook, as another explosion took place. "We are ready to follow you Alor." One of the warriors said, giving Darious his lost blaster.
"Gghaahn!" Sarah moaned at the sudden insertion in her pussy, "Dhhn, damn it, Panza! Kkkhn, at least you bothered to, mnh, lube it, bastard." She hissed, as the Magnaguard started thrusting, "Haahn. Good enough, for a droid. Haah, maybe you should modify this one to be our "female prisoner interrogator." She moaned as her pussy quickly grew wet.
"Pariji!" Darious takes his Pistol from Him and draws the other Twin Pistol from his Holster. He heads inside with a Group of Five Warriors while the others keep surrounding The Building from The Outside.
Daltar chuckles again. I can't lie, Chil'van has a way of making things interesting... The admiral kneels, and cups the pirate queen's jaw with his hand, making her look up at him. "Listen, your majesty, if you want to live, you'd best give me access. To everything, your entire criminal network. Every contact, every colleague, every pirate base, I want to know everything you do." He holds up a chain. "Did you have slaves tied to these, perchance?"
Orson gently pushed her head away, 'You are testing my patience, girl. I am not in the mood for your games. Stop acting like some sex-crazed animal and let me find the release for your cuffs.' Zipping his pants back up, Orson went around her and checked the cuffs and chain from behind her. If there was no way to open them, he continued looking around the room for a key or release mechanism.
As she finished the announcement, a number of voices offered affirmations. After a minute - Katarina knew she was had all clear to lunch.
As Mardica entered the courtyard, she found a single woman waiting for her. "Welcome, Jedi Lady... or is it Queen?" She paused. "I am queen Dowager Iyo Lor." The elder woman nodded to her regally.
The man's eyes gazed. "Interrogation model... I would need to integrate shockers, drug injectors... maybe an additional pair of arms." He said, deep in thought, his mind running over the projects. The machine continued thrusting, until Sarah started climaxing. As her orgasm started, the machine thrust even deeper than usual, making her jump with a groan. "Locator implanted." The mechanical voice of Magma guard said, but made no move to remove the strap-on.
As he lowered himself, he followed road of destruction, left by Rook. Dead bodies littered the ground - mostly the defenders, but from time to time, one of his own was laying on the ground, dead or wounded. Finally, he came across Rook and Stantor, both of them hiding before columns with their people, as blasters fired from the barricades. As he came next to his enforcer, the man turned to him again. "They sure have many heavy repeating blasters." He grumbled.
Her eyes travel to the throne. "Yes..." She answered hesitantly. Then, as Chil'van tugged her lekku, she continued. "Okay, okay - I will give you access to our stash and base, but I don't have that much of contacts, only black market buyers, I don't have any contacts with other pirates-ah." She moaned as Chiss squeezed her lekku. "Then we have no use to keep you alive." The dark Jedi said. "Admiral, the only use we have with that fool, is to sell her organs on the black market." The pure sadism in woman's voice made pirate whimper.
"Mmmh. Haahn. Before any of that, aahn, you should make sure it won't explode, or rip its prisoner to shreds." Sarah moaned, while the droid continued fucking her. Though the magnaguard's thrusting was mechanical, the busty blond still felt pleasure, thanks to months of being unable to find the right company. "Haahn!" And as the droid shoved the toy deeper into her cunt, Sarah experiences a light orgasm. Her pussy juice causing a wet streak on the bands of her thigh high stockings. "Hahn. Good, we're done right? Now get this thing off of me, so I can enter the capsule."
As he sought through the cabin, Orson failed to find any key. But they looked to be opened electronically - with some kind of transmitted. Woman lowered her head abashed. "Forgive this slave her faults, Master." She bowed her head. "What shall be my punishment, Master?"
'Your punishment is that you'll have to sit with your arms tied back for a bit longer,' Orson said, 'And stop calling me master. I'll be right back.' Orson left the captain's quarters and went to the medical station, where they probably still kept the captain's corpse and possibly his possessions. He asked if there was some kind of remote control on him when he got there.
