She lets out a soft gasp of victory, flexing her fingers and massaging her wrists. Though the restraint hadn’t lasted long, she still feels the cold metallic bite against her skin, and suspects she will for a while. The rush of adrenaline at her success spurs her on, and she squashes down more guilty feelings as she sets to work yanking off the Twi’lek’s outer clothes - leaving her with her underwear and the essentials, unable to bring herself to entirely humiliate the other woman. She pulls what she’s managed to take over her, and checks the pockets for valuables and supplies, then swaps out the boots she’d been prompted to wear, slipping the credit chip into her newly liberated top, tucked safely in her cleavage. Pulling her cobalt hair into a messy ponytail, she creeps to the door, easing it open carefully, getting a feel for the surroundings outside.
Taking a deep breath, Nami tried to keep herself calm. Think. Only one other idea came to mind – one that went against all her instincts as a doctor, but – Knowing now how far they had to travel, how long it would take to get there, she asked herself: would the unconscious woman in the cells survive that long without treatment? Could Nami herself return to her ship, alone, and let everyone else travel with this ship, meeting up with them later? She hated the very thought of leaving a patient in need, but if, if she would stay stable that long, Nami wouldn’t have to risk carrying her through the streets, possibly raising the alarm…
"Not only that~" He chuckled. "Well then~" He leaned back in his seat. "The first one to cum, will be the first one to get fucked by me~" He announced.
The clothes are little bigger then her usual ones, the shirt has more space in chest department. But there was a problem - the collar was still locked on her neck and she saw no way to remove it. Spoiler: ? 4 As she looks through the door, she quickly moves back inside - there were two guards outside, talking about something.
As she thought about it, she realised that both answers to those subjects were on positive side. The zeltron was not in life threatening situation. She could wait with the treatment. She could return to her ship and then later rejoin with the others... This, she realised, might've been the safest solution to this situation.
Ahina open eyes widen and look at Crix. Then at Tai, who looks eagerly to win this contest. Ahina also wants to win, so she starts teasing and penetrating her pussy, with most possible pleasuring herself. She heavy moans, as she goes closer and closer to edge. Tai also didn’t left behind, as she do her best to be the first one to cum. Both girls struggled in their shackles, as boots were too wide to completely penetrate their pussies. (Spoiler) d12: 6,6 (/Spoiler) “Ahhh!!!” Simultaneously, like on order to fire, at the same moment Ahina and Tai heavy cum, covering leather of boots with their love juice. Crix looks at them amused, as their breast moves with their heavy breathing. “That was unexpected. It looks like we need rematch girls. Come, rules are the same as before”. He sit more comfortably in his seat and rise his boots. Ahina stare with disbelief at him. Did he really believe that they could cum again, just right after such powerful orgasm? She looks at Tai, for support but to her surprise, Tai slowly moves back to Crix boots. Ahina couldn’t let that happen. She garners her remaining strength and stamina, getting back on the Crix boots. Getting to cum again after such short time it wasn’t easy task, but Ahina didn’t want to give up. (Spoiler)d12, 10,2(/Spoiler) Ahina somehow managed to cum again, barely registered what happened around her. But one thing she was certain, she done it before Tai.
The oversized clothes are something of a comfort to Seri. Though never particularly self conscious in tight fitting outfits, her ordeal in the club leaves her relishing the additional space. As best as she can, she tries to conceal the collar, rolling the neck of her new top up and over it. Seri takes a breath, bouncing on her toes for a moment, then shakes her head and raises her chin in an imperious manner. She breezes through the door in a sway of hips and hands, barely glancing at the guards, making her way out as if she has every right to be there.
That was it, then. Nami still felt a strong twinge of guilt. But, as Ashok had drilled into her enough times, this was part of the job: assessing risks, helping those who could be helped. And this way seemed the best possibility of getting everyone out safely. “All right.” She sighed. “Bringing…bringing that woman with me to my ship is too risky. For her, and for whoever else might go with me.” She looked to Jura and Kaelaen. “All of you – once this ship has enough fuel, and any clearance you need, you’ll leave immediately. I’ll go alone back to my ship, and meet up with you in the place I talked about. My patient should – will – last well enough until then, and I can treat her.” She shook her head. “It feels wrong, but…I think it’s the least danger of raising any alarm. And it lets you get going before anyone shows up to ask questions.”
(Use 1 D20 and specify what you are using it for ) Her visions swam, and for a moment, she blanked out. A moment late,r she came to and realised she was lying on the table, on her back. Crix smiled as he suddenly thrust forward, pushing his impressive meatsaber deep into the Mandalorian pilot...
Spoiler: act Subterfuge +1 +10 vs DC 10 Click, click, click - her heels clicked loudly on the pavement as she walked past the guards. One of the man looked after her, for a moment, she thought that her cover was blown, but then he turned back to his companion and continued talking. She stopped past the cross and looked around... she was pretty sure of the way she walked into this place... and way back... if she desired to escape this place... on the other hand, she could risk exploring this place. But, it would be risky...
Most of the women nodded, their heads - some with relief, some with grim determination. Kaelaen pursed her lips. "I should go with you." She started. "You are only one with medical skills and leaving you alone, without a guard, would be a fooly." She stated, nodding her head. Some of the freed slaves winced, some nodded... but no one chose to speak.
@ImAWanderer Bortras, Brema sector, Rim Territories. This... was a misatke. "Move it , move it, mov-" The rebel officer did not manage to finish before he was cut through the blaster. The legends of Stormtroopers' poor aim were greatly exaggerated. Olena fell to the ground as the blasters cut through the air where she was a moment ago. She blinked a few times and looked up - the heavy rain made the battlefield barely visible... but she could see the AT-ATs just alright. They were not supposed to be here! "Someone messed up! Someone really messed up!" A Duros near her exclaimed. The operation was supposed to be simple! Get down with the invasion force, defeat the small garrison and liberate another planet in the name of the New Republic! But this! The moment their fleet entered the system, everything went tits up! Their ship was shot down and crashlanded in the jungle... not far from the city... and not far from an imperial garrison that was definitely not of 'negligible size'. She quickly made to the nearest tree using it as a cover. As she sought with her eyes, she quickly found a commanding officer - Lieutenant Adot.
"Let's go, comra-!" Olena shouted with a hearty hurrah as she stormed out of the escape pod - before tripping over a particularly dangerous patch of clumped brush. "Oof!" She landed chest-first onto her rifle, tilting her chin up and keeping her palms up and next to her shoulders, softening the muddy impact against her plate-carrier. Her eyes widened behind her goggles as she saw her officer fall limp after a hole got carved through his chest. She cradled her A-280 blaster rifle in the crooks of her elbows as she low-crawled towards him, hoping distance and haze would render her thermal signature - surely the way the Stormtroopers were hitting their targets through the rain - small enough to be consider her beneath notice. Olena wrapped her arm around the officer's torso, pulling herself up until her side was against his, looking at his features and the injury. With a grimace, she checked his vitals... Finding no pulse, she grabbed one of his tags, before low-crawling her way to the tree line - or any cover that could lead her there and to break contact with the superior Imperial force in the area. Finding a tree, she pushed herself into a seated position, glancing around the right side of it with her back against the trunk, exposing only a small portion of herself to try to trace the direction of the enemy fire. If she finds a direction to shoot at, she switches sides, pushing herself into a crouch, facing the tree. Leaning to her left, Olena braces her rifle against the tree to steady her aim, then fires a burst of blaster bolts in that direction, mostly just to show the plastic boys their ambush wasn't going to go unanswered. Maybe it could even help keep comrades like the Duros from being shot? Quickly returning to cover, Olena looked towards Lieutenant Adot. "Ma'am! Lieutenant Oscar's dead! Which way is the rally point?!"
Ahina heavily gasped for air, as Crix kept fucking her pussy. She was exhausted after two orgazm in row and now third is coming. She struggled in her handcuffs, trying to get in more comfortable position. By side of eye, Ahina tried to find out where is Tai.
Seri looks around cautiously, whilst attempting to maintain her air of confidence. The chip - she still has no idea how much is on it - burns against her skin. She hates the thought of it containing no more that a little spending money, after everything she did to seize it. But she’s been in over her head once already, can she really risk it again? She decides she needs to regroup, at the very least, and figure out her next steps - check how many credits she’s scored for a start. She takes a wide path around the room, heading back for the VIP entrance, held head high, but eyes darting around warily.
Nami hesitated. It felt risky. But…maybe it was for the best? Certainly she wouldn’t mind the company. She had to trust in her new friend’s judgement. And there was no time to argue. “All right,” she said. She took Thassco’s blaster from her bag and offered it to Kaelaen. “We’ll have to be very careful, not draw attention to ourselves – but we’ll make it, together.” Looking back in her bag, she started adding up all the credits they had available. “First things first – let’s go get this ship fuelled up.”
Spoiler: Shoot +2(blaster)+5 vs dc 12 - fail As she crawled through the grass, she fired a couple of shots in the direction of the enemy. It could be counted more like a suppressing fire, because she was sure she was not hitting anything- Crack! She fell to the ground as an explosion rocked behind her. As she turned around, she saw that the escaped pod she used was blown up. The explosion caught a few of your squad who failed to escape. As she crawled to Lieutenant Adot, she found the woman checking something on datapad and cursing. She glanced at Olena. "We are on the wrong fucking continent!" She snarled and glanced at the enemy positions, cursing again and thinking. She turned to Olena after a moment. "Find me a communications officer!" She ordered. There were a couple of such officers on their ship, but she did not see anyone close. She could either search for one in one of the downed pods or in the forest.
Crix grunted, but he seemed nowhere close to cumming. Instead, he increased the speed of his thrusts - one have to admire his condition. As she looked around, she found Tai, kneeling above her, slowly lowering her dripping pussy to Ahina's face.
Spoiler: Random 17 Thankfully, as she walked through the corridors, there was no one who stopped her. She heard sounds of sex from various rooms, screams of pain and pleasure, whips and flesh slapping, laughs and clinking of glass... a few people watching holovids, a few dancers, several girls and women bound like she was, being fucked. One Torguta being gangbanged by a crowd of Gamorreans... Stalls with women bound to them, with lines waiting to fuck them. She stopped before walking out - there was this guard who saw her enter, bound... still standing there.
Jura shook her head. "The ship has around third of the fuel. We need to contact the local official of the port and have it refuelled-" She paused, wincing. "And pay for it." She added. "Thassaco should have enough cash to refuel... he had around 400 credits." One of Twi'leks spoke. "Should be enough." Jura nodded. "The standard price should be something between 50 and 100 credits." Kaelaen nodded, satisfaction radiating from her as she took the blaster. She took a step, then paused and looked down. "Ah." She gasped. "Should I wear a jumpsuit or would it be better for me to pretend to be your slave?" She asked curiously as she looked at Nami.
