Her body lifted. She stopped making any noises. Her eyes just rolled up to her skull as she crossed over a point of both pleasure and pain that left her breathless still choking on his cock, her resistance dying down, almost about to pass out, still being forced to deepthroat the hunter's cock, staying just barely conscious enough to be aware of the ache on her tender nipples.
As they enter the office, Gailte fills the glasses with alcohol and hand Zenobia one. "Congratulations, vice-admiral." She smiles.
The hunter pulls his cock out of her throat, and cums over Danann's impressive breasts, painting her substantial orbs white. He stands in front of her, still naked, waiting for her to respond, when he hears shouting outside. He hurriedly puts his armour back on, and leaves her alone in the cargo hold.
He had finally pulled out, leaving her a complete mess that was still stuck in her restraints. She could catch a brief glimpse of him leaving somewhere. Her body had been drugged, raped and being forced to cum harder than she ever thought was really possible. Worn down to the point of barely being able to stay conscious, she tried to work up whatever energy might have been left to take a look at her surroundings and think of a way to make her way out of this.
Yasmeena joins him, and they walk out into a converted mining station, yellow flags signalling that it's property of the Zann Consortium. A man stands to meet them, as heavily armed troops point their blasers at them. "You the Mando and ISB chick?""
Danann sees that the restraints on her wrists are clearly meant for bigger hands than hers, maybe for aliens. With her medical knowledge, she figures that by dislocating her thumbs, she could pull her hands out free. It would be painful, but doable.
Yasmeena puts a hand over her face. The guy cracks his neck. "Funny. How about I take the chick up to meet Zann, and leave you here in a puddle of your own blood? I always wanted some beskar".
DT-L30 remained silent as they trekked through the sewers. With his training, he's used to long walks. But he did wish he had his helmet to filter out the smell. Then as his guide seemed to stop, only to access a secret panel to reveal a hidden passage. "Oh, am I going to get one of those pendants too?" He asked as they stepped inside, only to see the zabrak begin to strip. As an apparent servant brought robes. He looked in disbelief at first, but, if this was part of it. DT-L30 began to strip his clothes, reveal his well toned body, and large flaccid cock to her. Until it was hidden by the robe they provided. "Alright, done. What now?" He asked as he tied his robe to secure it.
It was a huge risk. She'd have to do it and then find a way to deal with the hunter when he returns, but it was a better alternative than just waiting around. The sound was among one of the most unpleasant things she heard, but it had happened and it was too late to have second thoughts as she made a scream that she couldn't suppress. But it worked, enough for her to get them loose and bring her waist up as she got into the equally troublesome part of relocating them. With both her thumbs out of use, she had to improvise in a somewhat reckless way, bending over so her stomach would press on her hand to partly hold it in place as she used her other fingers to bring it back in place. A quick reduction maneuver would do the trick, but it didn't make it anything less than painful with how wired her nervous system was to every kind of touch. This side effect was a real pain. She wouldn't miss it when it finally wore off. Her vision was clouded from tears of having to put them back in place, but there wasn't any time to cry about as she went to work at her leg restraints, hoping it wouldn't take too much time to do and grab her gear along with her blaster. She somewhat regretted trading the spare one. Getting involved with that dam spice was causing her to make really stupid decisions...but there wasn't time to think on it, just focusing on her attempt to make get free, grab her pistol and possibly ready herself for needing to shoot a few people.
"Indeed!" Gailte smiled and sat with a sight. "I have some work to do on my ship. I have to make sure that the rebels that joined me during operation will behave. Then I have to check the ships I was assigned - hopefully at least one of them is victory I, it would be annoying if both were victory II... How about you? Already have eyes on some future assignments? Or going to buy that flat on Corusant?"
Yasmeena pulls her blaster and points it at the criminal's face. "And think twice about threatening him again, asshole". The guns are all pointed at her now, the troops looking twitchy and nervous. The man laughs. "That's adorable. The little Imp is in love with the Mando. If you ever decide to get with a real man, look me up, sweetie. Now follow me." Yasmeena blushes a bit, holstering her gun. "Fat chance. He's three times the man you are". He leads them through the station, past a massive cargo area, guns and drugs being loaded up and shipped out, hundreds of people walking around and working. They are lead to an elevator, and up to an elevated catwalk far above the cargo area. There, a middle aged man stands, overlooking as his workers travel about like ants. He's tall, with long grey hair coming down to his shoulders. He wears an expensive but practical coat. He speaks in a gruff, gravelly voice. "So you're the Mando that nabbed Gailte Ennassax, huh?"
Paz remains Cool and saves his Jokes for this Time. "I had a Difficult couple of Days....but I heard You might be able to make the comming ones more barable"
Zenobia looks happy. "Tarkin made it sound as though I'll be heading with you, so I think that you'll actually be choosing my next assignment. Unusual, for a subordinate, but then again, we are in an unusual situation. I think I will be buying the apartment. Some couple has made a down payment already, but there are ways to deal with that. I hope that you don't mind, but I had the Rebel girl you had your eye on escorted here. She's not yet been touched, I assure you. I assume you want her fresh?" She drinks. "I'm a spy, not a naval officer, so may I ask, what exactly makes you prefer a Victory I?"
The hunter didn't restrain, Danann's legs, so as soon as her hands are free, she can move unimpeded. She sees her clothes in the corner, but remembers that she sold her blaster. She sees some sort of electrical tool, though, with a high enough voltage to be used as a weapon.
Zann turns to face them. "I don't know if you heard, but Gailte Ennassax is no longer a prisoner of the Rebellion. In fact, as soon as you delivered her, an ISD dropped out of hyperspace and destroyed the Rebs. Just after you got away scot free. Isn't that funny?" His gaze conveys no humour.
"It wasn't exactly a Stealthy Operation as I captured her. Maybe she had a Tracking Device or something similar. If You suggest that I was working with The Empire then You know nothing about what they did to My Kind" he says calm but not holding back either.
