An Addiction For Life (Lala and Jagd)

[Jagd]

Ord Mantell was no longer in its glory but still held importance due to location and the still robust if dying industrial strength. There was still the massive trade ring that circled the planet, visible even during the daytime on the planet below but while still in partial use for the launching new spaceships more and more of it was for the mooring of vessels where junk and refuse of the galaxy would be dropped off, before being picked up by the various ferrys that would bring it down and onto the planet itself. It was on two important hyperspace lanes, a sizable planet with a significant population but now relegated to a dumping ground and companies that worked on recycling all the old hardware into something new. This left it not as tightly watched by the Empire as other planets.

The surface was a network of massive dumps, with various refineries that would recycle the waste. Large out of date cities from its industrial hey-day still dotted the planet. The planet still housed billions of people which was no easy task as most of the once arable land had become too polluted by the runoff and decaying junk. It was a place for people to hide out, get lost and to try to strike it rich. If only they could find the diamond in the rough then maybe they could have a better life.

There had been a slaver ring operating nearby and often try to grab some nobodies from Ord Mantell but the Empire was currently purging them. Yet the Black Sun knew who to bribe, how to not be seen. First you do it out in the open, you open a large flashy casino, to lure in every wealthy ship captain making their way through and off the shipyard upper echelons and ever down on his luck fool who's just hoping fate might take pity on him. Eventually fate might but the Syndicate never does. Of course they didn't just operate a casino, they ran a number of rackets.

One of them was Dzambul's concern, drugs, namely spice in all its varieties. They had operations scattered about, very little within the Syndicate headquarters, which was also their largest, most posh casino but he still got to call it home. However like during most work hours he wasn't there but out making sure things got done properly and right now what needed to be done was a local gang with a couple off-world ties had found a source and began selling their own spice and more importantly was passing some hard hitting knock-off version as glitterstim. He'd asked them nicely to stop, he'd sent them warnings, one of their lieutenants head in a sack but they thought they could just move their operation to a run down warehouse building and keep operating. He was here to make sure they were proven wrong.

The building was originally a drab industrial gray color but had now become a shade of depression. Spotted, pock marked, sagging, it was industrial decay but it was home to a gang, some indigent and even held the goods for a small holding company. It was in an industrial area, most of the other buildings were in better care. There were even some commercial shops not too far away. This was a small concern for Dzambul as he didn't want the Empire or local officials called in but it was time to clean house. He'd made payments to the holding company, renting some space in the warehouse and then explained that they would need to sterilize the warehouse before their goods came in but only the forward section. This meant any warehouse workers shouldn't be there. As for the gang, they were using the back of the building.

All in all the planning had gone well, the setup even better which now just left the execution. He'd picked trusted soldiers, one who were willing to get dirty, who could think for themselves and who wouldn't mind murdering some idiots who had decided to piss on Black Sun territory. The gang didn't even know what was going on until a third of them were dead, dying or severely wounded. It was like a flash mob of violence. That seemingly homeless Gamorean, the two “warehouse” workers, the young Twi'lek couple walking down the street, the construction workers on the roof and more seemed to spontaneously decide to murder some punk gang members. The gang's doors which they sure were locked, weren't, heading to secret exits led instead to eerie silent blaster fire. It was all done to minimize the impact on the rest of the world. They needed to not be seen. They just needed to end this gang or at least the vast majority so that retaliation was impossible. Also Dzambul had a plan for that as well. Everything was going perfectly and then she happened. There was a bystander, a witness. “Wait. Don't kill her.” Dzambul spoke into his communicator from inside the speeder he sat, looking out through the tinted windows. “Bring her here. Let me get a look at her.” Most of his soldiers were still fighting, still mopping up resistance there was but two, a lanky Vurk wearing a jumpsuit with a cleaning company logo on it holding with a vibro knife and a weedy little Xexto (aren't they all? with four pistols of three different makes, turned to advance on the girl and satisfy their bosses orders.

 

[Lala]

The winds whirled south today, graciously drawing the ubiquitous metallic reek of abandoned scrap with them away from the northern sector of the city. This area was a little more groomed, a little less wild than most, though the stacks of scattered refineries still dotted the landscape, belching black smoke skyward in angry plumes. And of course, the gleaming behemoth that was the Black Sun’s casino loomed over it all, an impressive column of durasteel and glass that winked like a beacon in the sunlight.

Aleera Nir walked briskly past the small shops that lined the sidewalk, the heels of stiletto boots snapping loudly on the cracked sidewalk. She generally preferred to go barefoot, but doing so here was just asking to take a discarded needle to the heel or to step in one of the slimy puddles. A few speeders puttered by in the streets; one or two even slowed slightly to get a better look at the rare-hued purple Togruta bouncing along.

She paid them little heed, nose buried in the info tablet she was carrying. “I think you should give me this job because I’m--I’m punctual and--” She stopped, stroking one of her lekku slightly to calm herself. Not too much though. Not in public. A little shiver rippled through her from her toes to the very tips of the elegant montrals that curved high above her head. “I’d be a great asset to your company because I am reliable, friendly, and punctual,” she said, practicing to get it just right.

Jobs weren’t easy to come by around here. At least, not if one didn’t want to work at a refinery or dive into the dark world of the syndicates constantly fighting for control. Aleera wasn’t sure exactly what she was thinking when she spent nearly every credit she had for a ride to Ord Mantell. Of course, it was better than where she came from.

Like many of her kind, she was charming and congenial, and suspected she would have no trouble securing this position as a receptionist for one of the local trading companies even under normal circumstances. But the owner was also a Nautolan with a known penchant for Togruta girls (though honestly, it was the rare being who didn't have a penchant for them). So she’d wriggled into a black off-the-shoulder dress of a thin, glistening material that conformed to her body as though painted on, outlining every detail -- every detail -- on the full swell of her breasts to the generous proportions of her rear. Really, all she had to do was show up.

Metallic screeching cut the air ahead as two speeders collided at the intersection. Smoke poured from the hoods. A Gungan jumped out of one while an Ithorian leaped from the other, gesturing wildly and pointing at each other and then down the street, maybe at her. A crowd of gawkers started to gather around them, thronging the street and blocking it entirely.

She’d have to find another way around if she didn't want to be late, from the looks of it. Her gaze darted down an alley that led through the more industrial area. It wasn’t too seedy-looking, and it was the middle of the day, so she took the chance. Her heel-clicks quickened as she darted past a homeless Gamorrean. The buildings here laced tightly together in a confusing jumble, nearly all looking exactly the same. She took a wrong turn, coming out on the opposite side of the city than she intended. With a little grumble, she retraced her steps, using a dilapidated warehouse as a landmark.

As she neared, the acrid scent of blaster fire tickled her nose. Silent flashes like heat lightning lit the broken, dirt-smudged windows that lined the warehouse. She began to back up. This was not where she wanted to be right now. She spun quickly to retreat back toward the open streets, letting out a soft cry when a leering Vurk twirled a knife in his hand as he stalked toward her. Her lekku whipped around as she whirled to find a Xexto on her other flank. Warehouse walls pinned her in on either side. There was nowhere to go.

“No! Please, I won’t tell!” she cried as the Vurk caught hold of her upper arm in a vise grip. Her heels scraped along the grimy pavement when he began to drag her toward a speeder lurking in one of the farther alleyways.

She bucked violently to be free, bringing her tablet around to smash over the Vurk's head in one smooth movement. He shouted in pain and dropped his knife, releasing her to press a hand to his bleeding forehead. The Xexto lunged and coiled all four arms around her, lifting her from the ground to ferry the struggling and squealing package to his boss. He took the liberty of planting two of those hands squarely over her ample chest, pinching and rubbing with spindly fingers. The speeder door popped open with a soft hiss, triggered from within, and he hurled the now-disheveled Togruta inside.

 

[Jagd]

This was not what he was expecting, having a woman thrown to his feet. Reflexively he reached out to soften her fall and ensure she landed a safe distance from him. In doing so the back of his hand grazed the side of one of her ass cheeks. It wasn't intentional but it let him know that she was pliably delicious.

<Tell Orun if I see a civilian beat him again I will use that knife on him.> Dzambul snapped in his native tongue. His dark eyes flicked quickly to the Togruta now in his speeder and then back at the handsy Xexto. How he wanted to chastise him for the presentation, but who could expect the little guy to really keep control of and do as his boss had wished when his backup was nursing a head wound. There was a moment shared as he stared into the beady eyes of the Xexto. Then a grunt of displeasure was all he could muster before leaning back into his seat.

The speeder's passenger section was roomy. It had a divider that was currently up between it and the drivers section. An L shaped seat and a small storage unit were the only amenities that took up space. Besides Dzambul there was a rather dour faced ruddy green Duros in a suit holding a large blaster pistol firmly in one hand. Dzambul motioned for the Duros to be calm as the gull wing door finally closed leaving Aleera alone with the two men. There was a decent amount of floor space and she could get out of arms reach of them if she chose. The speeder carried an earthy scent, something heady, a little off, but far fresher than the air outside.

Just shy of two meters and built like a fighter Dzambul looked like one of those scary Zabraks, like those from Dathomir who give everyday Zabraks a bad name. His skin was reddish orange with dark gray markings. His horns formed a symmetrical pattern though the ones in the front were cracked, chipped or marked in some way. Starting behind those forward horns was thick black hair that was bound into thick cable like braids which came midway down his torso.

“Having a bad day.” He quipped rhetorically in basic. A pause was taken as he slowly inhaled and exhaled, his chest rising and falling under the sleeveless shirt he wore under a nice leather jacket made of some beast or another. Those dark eyes dared her to speak. Dzambul was also armed but the pistol sat in a holster on his hip. “Look at either of those blasters again and I will beat you with it. Understand?”

As he spoke he rocked his shoulders, leaning forward, like a bored hunting cat checking out something not worth the effort to kill. “It may be a bad day or maybe its a good day. Yes, you just saw something you really shouldn't have.” A large hand snapped up, cutting the air between them holding palm out towards her indicating now is not Togruta talking time. “I don't care what you saw or didn't see, how bad your memory is, how no one would believe you... No excuses. You walked by, you saw something. What isn't up to you or me to define. The issue is you saw it and now...” The powerfully built male leaned back into the seat. The seat and lining of this car wasn't all that great. In fact it looked like there were some stains. Ones people had tried to erase many, many times but failed against the stubborn nature of the fluids spilled and the fibers that held onto those remnants with dear life. “...You have to die.” Again his hand indicated it wasn't Togruta outburst time either, before he moved his hand close to his face, slowly extending his forefinger before giving her a soft, “Shush.”

“But you don't need to. See, I happen to be looking for someone to join my operation.” A couple other speeders go by, one a deliver vehicle rumbles by at which point the one Aleera was trapped in lifted up and began to leisurely make its way through the streets. “Maybe you'd like this. It involves you not dying after all.” The mocking cheerful tone hung heavy in the air. “You'd work for an up and coming organization, you'd get room, board, some pay and other company perks as well. You would just need to do and be whatever I want.” Dzambul held his gaze on Aleera's eyes, those precious orbs. He did his best to read the woman's reaction.

 

[Lala]

She tumbled into the dim speeder, growling when someone grabbed hold of her and brushed a hand over her rear. Reflexively, she turned to snap at him with sharp canine teeth. She missed by a hair’s breadth, teeth clacking together on air, but continued to roll and squirm to get away until she noticed the sour-faced Duros leveling a blaster on her. An impulse to put her stiletto through one of his big red eyes surfaced, tempered by the fact that the distance between them was just too great for her to be successful.

Her dress had hiked up halfway up her thighs, revealing smooth swaths of supple lavender flesh, and the Xexto’s rough handling had strummed her peaks enough that they stood out even more apparently through that skintight material. The guttural sound of Zabraki behind her snagged her attention, and she considered her captor for the first time. She did not understand that language, but the tone sounded angry. Large, luminous eyes turned to peer up at him from where she sprawled on the filthy floor of the speeder.

He was huge. That was the first thing she noticed. His presence filled the speeder, and those hard eyes clearly brooked no weakness. She had always been terrified of Zabraks. Her people were hunters too, but something about the wild look and ferocious nature of these beings stoked a long-buried prey impulse she tried hard to ignore.

The door eased shut with a hydraulic whine, punctuated by a metallic clank that marked the end of her exit strategy. She took advantage of what space she had, crawling to the far side of the speeder to give her room to think. Without moving her head, her eyes traced over every inch of the speeder and the men. Her attention bounced off the blaster at the Zabrak’s hip, not lingering long lest he catch her. She eyed the tinted windows. Considering who she seemed to have fallen in with, she suspected they were probably transparisteel. Blaster-proof, at the very least.

His peppy tone rounded her attention back to him. Her lips pulled to a tight bow. Brows knitted together in irritation. They rose again at once when he called her out for eyeing their blasters and she gave a terse nod to show she did understand. She kept her attention on him now. He was an akul in the grass.

Though she had quite a bit she wanted to say now, she was no fool, and remained silent when he bid her do so. Even without the blaster, he was so much bigger than she was, and she hadn’t forgotten about the Duros eyeballing her from the opposite end of the speeder. As he went on though, she found it harder and harder to keep her quiet. The mention of her dying earned him a little squeak of protest. Lips parted to speak, pressing firmly together again once more when he preemptively shushed her.

She reached out to the seat cushion to steady herself when the speeder rose and began to move, though she was very careful not to put her hand on one of those many mystery stains. She regarded the Zabrak closely. This was not a trustworthy or kindly man, and she knew this deal he was offering could not be as good as he was making it seem. She’d witnessed a multiple fatality hit, and suspected she was in the presence of the Black Sun.

Mouth suddenly dry, she moistened her lips slowly. He had stopped speaking a few moments ago and seemed to be awaiting her response. “Can I talk now?” she asked carefully, trying her best not to make it seem snappy. “I would like not to die, definitely. But I can’t fire a blaster. I can’t fight,” she said, though she certainly had put up a decent one so far. “And I don’t know anything about...well, the things you do in your operations. Which I assume is there.” She jerked her head towards the front window, where the casino could be seen looming far down the street. “I just don’t know what you expect me to do.”

 

[Jagd]

She was certainly a tasty looking morsel. He wasn't sure from a distance but now that she was trapped in his speeder like a feral prostitute she created a fascinating scene. Her clothes said she was either going to a date, trying to impress someone or was a paid escort. Yet her Togruta instincts had her desiring to attack like the hunter she was, yet her self-awareness meant she saw Dzambul as a threat. This was good. Teaching fear was tedious, best she had a healthy appreciation now.

Those dark eyes roamed over her body during those silent moments before she spoke. He wasn't undressing her with his eyes but claiming her, violating her with his gaze. To him she was already a possession, one he wanted to play with. But then she spoke and it was his turn to pause...

For one beat and then his facial muscles tensed making his cheeks bones even more defined. Then his lips tightened at first what might be cruel but then slowly turning upwards. Was he smiling? The answer came immediately as a low bemused chuckled rolled out of his chest. It was an entertained, incredulous chuckle. Slightly he shook his head. Thick braids rolled back and forth of his broad chest. Easing back into his seat he draped an arm across the back of it. Yes, he did touch one of those stains but he knew that was just the hard to get out brain gel of a Mon Cal who had missed too many payments and then tried to skip town. That was really old. That was like three promotions ago.

Finally those dark orbs fixated on the short Togruta. “You're smart. That's good, in that I appreciate intelligence in those who work for me. It is also bad because it will make your task harder.” There was still a hint of mirth, not joyous tiny fuzzy Wookiee opening his Life Day presents mirth, but more that Hutt just found out that you dumped a small payload he'd insured for a ton and now has you over a barrel sort of mirth. “So you need a proper job interview and company structure explained before you choose joining me over death.” His quip came as an amused barb at the young woman.

“You are correct, we are with the Black Sun, which is why you now know that if you turn me down your life is forfeit. How is still up to me.” Now she knew which organization it was, but she'd already figured that out. The speeder slowly began to lift up off the ground further, doing some very basic low altitude flying as it cut over some buildings to shorten the trip. “As for what you offer, don't sell yourself short. You may not know a blaster but you were handy with that datapad and I am guessing you are used to fighting off the occasional perv.”

The presence of a blaster pointed at her back was hard to ignore. Not that the Duros did anything, but its not everyday someone is held at gunpoint.

The Zabrak slowly moved his shoulders forward, moving away from the back of the seat, his elbows coming to rest on his knees as he leans forward some. She still had room. The speeder was thankfully spacious. He took a deep breath in through his nose. Again, not the cleanest place, but better than the air of Ord Mantell. The leather attire creaked gently in protest of his movements. “You would be mine, for stress relief, for events...” Dzambul caught himself being coy and then just smiled a predatorial, I've already caught you and have just been playing with you until the moment type of smile. “You would be mine to have and to show. You will have other duties as well but you will find there are benefits to working for the Syndicate and for me.” One of those massive strong hands came down and smacked his knee. “Sounds good? I mean, I'd take the deal. I hate dying.” The Zabrak was certainly smug, in part because he knew that it would get under the skin of a fierce Togruta, even if she was willing to sell or use her looks as a weapon, which was clearly her intent today, he was going to take that offer much further than she ever intended. He figured he was about to get an earful from the tiny, curvy creature. Krong, she might even attack him or his compatriot, which he was ready to spring into action if she did.

 

[Lala]

Oh, how her survival instincts were fighting her temper. Her cheeks began to turn a garish fuchsia -- the unusual coloration of her flushes given her natural coloring. But this was no demure blush. This was pure Togruta rage, like a tiny purple cannon about to fire.

The Zabrak was leering at her like she was a side of meat. True, she knew what she had and never hesitated to put it to good use when needed, but there was something incredibly lurid and twisted about the way his eyes traced each inch. Without meaning to, her eyes danced briefly back over to his blaster again. She darted them away just as quickly, not in the mood to be pistol-whipped.

But when he smiled, when he laughed, a mocking and cruel sound, she looked as though steam were about to spout from the tips of her montrals. He was enjoying this, enjoying her conundrum here. Her eyes narrowed to mere slits, glinting in the dim cab of the speeder. Maybe he was close enough to get a heel through his eye, but she’d still have to worry about the Duros glowering behind her.

“That’s not what I said,” she snapped, forgetting about trying not to be snappy. She put a hand to the side again to steady herself when the speeder inclined and rose above the buildings. She saw them flying past the windows, a few familiar, and she knew they were nearing that massive casino. “I just mean is it better to take a quick blaster shot now or end up failing on some mission and be tortured to death slowly? Though neither of those sounds good at all, so tell Smiley to get that blaster out of my ass,” she huffed, throwing a glance over her shoulder to where the Duros was seated, blaster still leveled.

She definitely was not used to being held at gunpoint, and it was not misguided bravado but knee-knocking terror that compelled her words. They were Black Sun. It was as bad as she'd thought. Her hand shook slightly as she smoothed it over one of her lekku, letting out a soft churr as she did so. He had probably done this many times before, giving this choice, and was probably skilled at picking up on the dissonance between her body language and her words.

For when he leaned forward toward her, she reared back like cornered prey, almost trying to climb the wall of the opposite side of the speeder. Her lips pursed to a tight bow again, cheeks still that furious fuchsia. She really did not like what he was saying, going so far as to curl hands to tiny fists at the word ‘mine.’ The strike of his hand on his knee made her jump, and she let out a startled little sound. As tough as she pretended to be, or wanted to be, she was still quite a small Tog trapped in a speeder with two formidable gangsters.

“I don’t want to die,” she muttered a bit under her breath. She refused to overtly agree to something this preposterous. Opposite his gaze that seemed to strip her bare, hers went a bit farther. It looked like she was imagining peeling his smug face right off. But, that was definitely not a way to get out of here in one piece.

“And what benefits are we talking?” She’d try a different tack, slowly starting to climb up from the floor to take the seat next to him. Her heart felt like it was about to fly out through her ribcage, but she put a small hand lightly atop his thigh. Leaned her supple little body in closer, going so far as to press her ample chest against the bulge of his bicep. Really, she was just working her way toward his blaster. “Because I think you have some rather lewd things in mind, Mr….?” She’d fish for his name. “And I need to know how I’m to be compensated.”

Was she really trying to bargain now? Yes. Fingers walked slightly higher on his leg. So close now. She’d never fired a blaster before, but how hard could it be? Idiots did it all the time. Those big eyes fixed on his, lashes sweeping shut in a sultry, slow blink. She could only pray he was as stupid as he was big.

 

[Jagd]

The Togruta had some fight in her. How easily he manipulated her, pushing her buttons, at times unintentionally. The growing flush to her exotic skin was appealing as well. And at this point did it matter if she knew that she was a tasty morsel for him to sink his teeth or his cock into. She was being given a choice and one that no one wanted to hear. She even dared to talk back in a way unbecoming of a lady. She was clearly not a lady of standing and he had no intention of treating her as such. Aww, and she thought that he would just execute her if that was the option she took. No, her death would be slow, but why burst that fantasy of hers right now. The surprise on her face will be delectable if she sadly chooses that route.

The Duros looked bored. Then again Duros have resting bored face. Big often emotionless eyes, a mouth that either lays flat or droops slight at the corners. This one dropped ever so slightly. His pale green skin made him look kind of sickly, which added to the listless demeanor. He was still a trained Syndicate member and could pull that trigger probably before she moved much. The question was whether it had and was on a stun setting or if her tiny body could handle the blaster burn.

Dzambul enjoyed watching her back away. She was smart enough to be afraid. She was plenty smart. The question was could she be made loyal. Loyalty meant a lot more than smarts in the Syndicate. He had several in his team who'd dropped out of school, were raised in the jungle, either the floral or concrete type, some really struggled with numbers, but what mattered was they were loyal, he could trust them. As his eyes made it clear that he would abuse that ample bosom of hers, he wondered if she could be broken and reformed into someone loyal, in one manner or another.

Then she … agreed...? Not really, not in a way that matters to the Black Sun. One doesn't agree to join the Black Sun with half-truths. Oh but wait, we have new reports coming in. It seems she's going to try the old seduction game on a middle management style underboss for the Black Sun. Yeah, he hasn't seen this before.

The light dimmed as the speeder moved into the shadow of the large casino spire, moving up along the outside as if on autopilot to its docking berth.

This provided better mood lighting for when she started to press against him. She had a lot to learn about seduction. First off not to fake it, but also crawl on the ground slower, wiggle your hips, make sure your tits sway. Advice for another day. Clearly the shadow from the spire made her pick up her pace or she wasn't skilled in being a duplicitous slut. Too bad, he could use that, a lot more than her being smart.

Dzambul allowed himself to smile, that male ego stroked by a hot woman drunken smile. As she slid next to him, he put his own arm around her shoulders. Ooh, creeping fingers over the leather pants. Was she really going for his blaster? While he knew it was all an act, it didn't stop his semi from becoming harder. His breath was warm, deep draws and languid releases as he enjoyed her attempt to lure him into a false sense of desire. His lips parted, “Room, board, medical plan, have access to spice or...” His other hand moved towards her own partly exposed thigh.

Her eyes drifted shut. There was a split second of incredulity from Dzambul because doesn't she know she should stroke him until he shuts his eyes then go for his gun? But no, clearly she doesn't know that. Instead she was doing the slow, drowsy, blink thinking he'd follow suit. Time for this charade to end.

Dzhambul himself was not the smartest, not always the best with numbers, but he was loyal, he was a good judge of people and he was a survivor. He was a survivor of his childhood, he survived his tours in the Clone Wars, he survived joining and then being with the Black Suns, he survived a crazy ex. He survived because he fights to win. If he loses that is probably it. He's not in a lot of low stakes fights. Also if the Black Sun provides anything to their soldiers is potentially hundreds of hours of practical experience in fighting and he was a survivor.

The large Zabrak used that moment of her eyes drifting shut to take action. As he moved the arm around her shoulder went to grab her by the mantral, the other he tucked the elbow in to block her going for his gun as his hand tried to find purchase on her small body. His intent was to slam her to the ground and pin her. It didn't matter if she was face up or face down. She needed to be brought under control, made to understand she was no longer in a negotiating position. He did try to make sure not to break anything of hers, but if she ended up bloodied, or even if he did what mattered was that she not have the blaster and that she be pinned. He was silent as he did this. Not some loud boisterous predator, no, he was a silent hunter who went for the win, even if it was far less impressive looking then he could be. Dzambul wasn't seeking male bravado but an efficient, crushing win.

 

[Lala]

This was definitely not the most intelligent plan she’d ever had. It reminded her of that ill-fated carbonite run in the Outer Rim, back when she’d been working for Jhimi the Toydarian. Which is how she ended up hiding out here. She generally wasn’t expected to be a thinker and, though she was smart enough, she wasn’t used to coming up with her own escape routes.

And she certainly was not used to having to try to seduce anyone. Most males turned into goo when she tittered and blinked those big eyes at them, but she wasn’t sure this one would be having any of it. She had little time, too, as the shadow of the casino engulfed the rising speeder. They’d dock soon and she had a feeling that once she was in that building, her window of opportunity would be gone.

There was that smile again, and she fought to keep her features neutral, to not react and blow her act. But she wanted to leap at his neck and tear out his throat. A muscled arm settled on her shoulder, so heavy it bowed her body down slightly under him. He was such a massive brute, and the difference in their size and strength was more evident now than before as she hunkered under that powerful arm.

Room, board, medical...all right. That didn’t sound so bad, considering she'd not managed to do as well elsewhere on this planet, but she suspected there was a lot more he was leaving out. Her fingers halted with a little hitch when they roamed high enough to come across a firming mass, and she pulled back as though burned with a little startled coo. Her body went rigid as his broad hand settled on her thigh.

The nerve.

Her ploy ended when the distaste she’d been attempting to wrangle burst to the surface. The wild fury in her eyes rekindled and she was just clawing up her hand to take a hard swipe at his eyes when one of those big hands closed around a montral. The other wrapped around her slender waist, digging in to supple flesh, but it was nearly unneeded. One squeeze on that montral had her arching up with a loud cry, bending under him with her mouth going slack.

It took little effort for him to hoist and fling her smaller form, especially considering he’d gained purchase on one of the many exquisitely sensitive parts of her body. And he did so with an unexpected, fluid grace such that it was over before she really even felt him lift her. She tumbled off the seat, pressed to the ground with her face precariously close to layers of gunk and goo on the floor of the speeder. Her lithe figure squirmed beneath him, kept fairly docile by the strong hand keeping hold of her montral. The sensation was nearly overwhelming her now, making her buck and twitch with her mouth falling open in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

"S-stop!" she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt the strength of his body pinning hers, such an uneven match. His firmness pressed directly against the round curve of her shapely rear. It was hard to stay still with those impulses from her captured montral rippling through her body, with the effect that she was unknowingly rubbing back against him. "All right!"

 

[Jagd]

Nearly perfect result as he straddled the plush rump of the Togruta girl. She was about to pull something stupid and his ability to give her any respect had evaporated. Dzambul was not respectful by high society standards but he was an outlaw with scruples, a few, but try to kill him and all that goes out the window.

The hand which had been on her waist was instead grabbing one wrist to twist her arm roughly behind her back, to pin her torso down, also to drive home the hopefully growing reality within her that she was now helpless and his. His other hand, the one wrapped roughly about her stripped montral, well his body realized that this grabbing, tugging, stroking, pulling was having a serious effect on her body before his conscious brain did. That hand kept a strong hold as it kept moving along the curves of that horn like structure, even to the side of her face and beginning to caress the lower part before it disappeared under her chest.

“You tell me to stop?” The incredulous question was snarled through gritted teeth as he pushed his weight back against her. Still in fight mode he hadn't yet realized she was pushing her hips and that shapely backside against him was not her trying to break free and escape him and his offer but escape her own growing desires. While Dzambul was stuck in the mode of conquering his prey that didn't mean other parts of him ignored the stimuli she was providing. That firmness she could feel pressing mostly across one cheek just kept growing, both harder and larger and larger. He was a big man in general and he bore something that was clearly large, even for his size.

He gestured to the Duros with a nod, jerking his chin up. The Duros for his part had just watched and flipped the setting to stun, in case he'd have to shoot her while she attacked Dzambul. It had been obvious to him that was what her little seduction game, if you can call it that, was leading up to. The green skinned alien bobbed its head lackadaisically before turning and pulling one of the bottom seat cushions up revealing a compartment. Lifting the hatch he then ruffled through many metal and plasteel items before picking one up to get a nod of approval from Dzambul. It was a restraint, one that clamped around the neck and had a thick plasteel cord that went down to two handcuffs. It was tossed over as he then leveled the gun again at the lavendery Togruta.

Dzambul was finally noticing how she was reacting to his grabbing her montral, manipulating her through his rough treatment. He figured he would have learned his information even if she'd been compliant. That hadn't been the case so instead of him running his fingers lightly over one edge, he was going for it. He could control where her head was, keep her face down or to the side as he toyed with her. Did he get a better reaction when he squeezed here or here, or when he ran his hand roughly along it as if he were jerking off her montral, was the tip more sensitive. He was enjoying this not that he let that be known when he spoke.

“You don't give the orders. I do, but only to those who are loyal. Disloyal trash gets mulched and used as fertilizer for the casinos plants.” His voice was a growl too big for the confines of the speeder. “Now are you trash or are you mine?” Tugging up on her arm, a little mix of pain with the pleasure and of course the threat of violence. Just another day in the Syndicate. There was a brief reprieve for her wrist after he nearly tore her arm out of her socket as he reached and grabbed the manacles and began to try and cuff her. Pinning her hand under his thigh if needed.

So much of what he did was to make her feel just how small and helpless she was. The bigger predator had won and now it was going to feast on its smaller prey. The way he straddled her, pinning his legs in against her own, his knees nearly poking into her waist. How he manhandled her, grabbing her as he chose ignoring any pleas. How there was no apology or tentativeness about the fact that he was getting hard doing this and pressing that thickness against the plump swell of her ass. Even grinding against her, not in a gratifying, trying to get off way, but just riding the wiggles and squirm of her rump as well to establish comfort and dominance over her. Tone of voice to show he was the aggressor, the dominator, the winner.

Then he gave her a one word order. “Beg.” A small tiny word but it held so much meaning. If she knew what all this meant for her life she would follow exactly his intentions.

She had been given a choice to join but she blew that. Now she needed to beg. Beg to join the Black Sun Syndicate. Beg to join his group. Beg for her life. Beg to be his.

 

[Lala]

She cried out as he furthered his hold by wrenching one arm back, the bulk of his body pressing harder, harder against her, pinning her expertly in place with no hope of escape for the weaker female. A low little groan rumbled from her when the hand on her montral continued its molestations, growing bolder. Her body thrashed under the firm pin, a useless action when he clearly had no intention of letting her up.

The rough snarl earned him a little whimper, though it was not so much fear engendered in that sound as something more primal. She was well aware of the monstrous organ erecting against the soft rubbing of her ass cheek, of such size that it spoke of admirable virility and began to spark something in the animal part of her brain while he was stimulating her sensitive horn.

From her vantage, which was fairly well forced to focus on the floor alone, she couldn’t see what the Duros was doing. But her heart pounded at the sounds of him tinkering with something, the clink of metal. She suspected it might be some sort of binding and renewed her efforts at struggle, though it subsided with a loud squeak of unbridled delight when he found just the right spot on her montral. Her body went slightly slack underneath him for a moment, then redoubled her efforts at squirming in a particular way against him.

He’d find that no matter where he touched or squeezed, he got a reaction. Squeaks, coos, churrs, and all sorts of sounds of Togruta arousal echoed into the cab of the speeder as he played and explored. Her body rolled in waves, arching the curve of her rear back up again. The electric feeling surged through her body, nearly as intense as if other, currently covered erogenous zones had been stimulated. Keep it up, and he just might finish her off.

“Not trash,” she gasped, her heels scraping against the side of the speeder as she flopped like a beached fish under him. She still refused to utter the word he might want, however. Pride was strong with this one, and he had a lot of work ahead. She cried out a bit as he yanked up her arm, twisting her into an uncomfortable position that nevertheless did little to quell the rising heat in her.

A soft little growl rumbled from her when he cuffed her, the last gasp of this conquest. Though his tree-trunk thigh squashed her delicate hand almost painfully under it to keep her in place, she still managed to lean over and sink those dainty fangs into whatever she could find, be it the material of his pants or the softer flesh beneath.

Despite as it might appear, it was not so much an effort at escape or actual injury. Many ages ago, both of their races had engaged in rather violent mating practices. Those on the prowl engaged in trials of strength, with the females pairing off only with males who could best them in combat. She hadn’t known she’d be participating in antiquated mating rituals today, or she would perhaps have worn more sensible shoes. Though she couldn’t deny that ancient, primal part of her brain reacting to the great strength of the male atop her, especially when he was rubbing her montrals and dragging his impressive phallus along a body that had always been designed for use. Her heart was sprinting, and she felt his rapid heartbeat pulsing against her as well, through that great flag of manhood.

The male had conquered her. This was no longer about what she'd seen or the offer he'd been forcing on her to save her life. He’d proven his strength, though of that there was never any doubt. Her anger had melted away in the space of moments, more than just accepting of her fate. The brutal dance had ended, seemingly violent and sadistic from the outside but a celebrated custom among both of their kinds. These days, perhaps, not as common, but the instincts were there. Just waiting to be awakened. She didn’t know enough of the finer details of Zabrak culture, but in hers, the female signaled the triumph with a particular little coo of concession.

She did this now, cooing softly and letting her body go slack to show him he had won this female. So by the time he gave that order, that single word, he’d know exactly her mindset when she responded back in kind. “Please,” she murmured.

 

[Jagd]

Dzambul was not a Togruta and her coo was lost on him. Sure it signalled her arousal at being bested. Kinky little thing she was, she clearly liked the fight and enjoyed loosing. He however did not like losing so while the coo sounded like just another noise to accompany her reactions to his rubbing of her montral, it was her body going slack in resignation that was the signal. It allowed him to grab her other hand to pull it back and now have her arms pinned, wrists shackled behind her back.

That was when he could relax from his intent to fight her. He'd made no reaction when she bit his pants. Sure, there was a light pinch to the skin beneath but the pants were quite thick and well made for rugged work. Stylish and effective. Perfect for the underworld thug on the go.

As he picked up the collar he leaned over her move. That mass of man meat pressing down against that tight little dress of hers, pushing down the soft supple skin of her ass. His lips opened slowly. “Please, what...” It was a prompt. Her coo might have said more than he wanted her to but he wasn't a Togruta and not familiar with their mating calls. What he needed was for her to say what she desperately wanted to avoid or at least one of the many other things she could say that would assure him that she did not want to die but instead accepted this Zabrak and/or his offer.

The cool metal of the collar wrapped about her neck clicking into place. A hum then began emitting from the piece of equipment as the plasteel cord running from collar to cuffs zipped up tight, getting rid of any slack. There had been plenty so it kind of jerked her wrists up as she was quite a bit smaller than the usual suspects his gang might use these on.

But what mattered now was that both his hands were free from holding her down. Now he gripped each of her montrals roughly and began to toy with her. He'd been paying attention to what caused her to buck and push back needily against him and now he was just pushing all of those buttons with rough intent. “Hrmmm.” The closed mouth moan rumbled within his chest as he rubbed his clothed cock against her, simulating an act that was bound to happen sooner or later.

The speeder leveled off as it began to glide into a large parking area. The change in vector caused Dzambul's body to rock atop of hers. As well he squeezed her montrals as he worked to keep his balance riding as he was the curvy little Togruta.

While her seduction routine on the seat wasn't effective, the struggle, the bite, her body writhing under his had effectively riled up the large male and he just wanted to hear her voice her defeat in a language he knew before he took her. Or she could continue to be coy and avoid giving him what he wants. Either way he was about to take his due from her, it was simply a matter of how exactly.

 

[Lala]

Despite her concession, she still wriggled about a bit when he hauled her other arm back to cuff her wrists together. The cold metal fitting around her neck made her shudder involuntarily, the chill at odds with the heat racing through her body now.

“Please, don’t kill me. I’ll work for you,” she mumbled, breath catching a bit when he leaned down and she felt his clothed shaft grinding against the thin material of her dress. She squawked a bit in surprise when the cord went taut, putting her in quite the compromised position of her arms bound behind her back and attached to the thick metal band around her neck. It thrust her chest out even more, accentuating just how stacked she really was.

She had just started to settle down a little bit from the frantic scuffle when he went back to molesting her gloriously curving montrals. Her entire body went taut like a metal beam, lekku wriggling as though miming out the surge of pleasure coursing down to the tips of her toes. He was almost cruel with his actions. No, he was cruel. They were like giant erotic antennae and he was tuning her in to just the right channel! That coupled with the fact that he had her helplessly bound while he hotdogged his enormous dick over her bubble butt worked all sorts of new noises out of her.

She felt his weight shift again atop her, and now she was arching down under the stronger male in acknowledgment of his prowess. Her breaths were coming quicker, shorter, almost panting while he tormented those montrals. Thankfully he hadn’t also started on her lekku too or there might be another stain to add to the collection in this dirty old speeder.

But she had a feeling the time for stains was nearing regardless. She could almost smell the surge of his hormones brought on by a conquered female in heat. He looked exactly the type to bend to his animalistic instincts more often than most. And though she was a bit concerned about the size of what she was feeling prodding against her ass, her own instincts were convincing her he was a strong and potent mate.

The speeder docked in the parking area and powered down. The Duros still looked dour as ever as he hopped up to open the door for his boss, though it was obvious that the little display in front of him had affected him as well. Aleera followed him with her eyes, patiently waiting where the Zabrak still had her pinned under him. That's all she could do, really, considering the compromising position he had her in.

The parking area was filled with an assortment of different speeders, lit by dim and flickering lights overhead, but they were the only people she saw in there right now. It would be really easy to just kill her now and no one would ever know.

Panic welled in her at the thought, momentarily overriding the pleasure of having her montrals played with. “I said I’ll do it!”

 

[Jagd]

There was still fight in her or self-confidence or maybe she was just dumb in a stubborn way. She was not saying what he wanted to hear. She would not say she was his. No, she'd work for him, which was effectively, technically, legally enough. It meant the same thing, she would do what he told her to do as part of the job but no, that ship had sailed. Now she'd tried for his gun, she'd lamely tried to seduce him, fought back, she'd bit him and rubber her savory curves against him. She'd inflamed the passion within the large, muscled, Zabrak and if she wouldn't submit fully in words he'd made her submit through that lascivious body of hers.

He shot the Duros a look. Who in turn nodded with a bored sigh. This was painfully obvious. Dzambul was known for liking big tittied women so of course he was going to plow her. That she fought him had made it even more comical of a scene for his lieutenant. Want to get his boss to fuck you, throw a drink in his face or slap him. He gently lowered the gull wing door so that it was just opened a crack. He could hear what went on inside if it seemed like, in the amazingly unlikely situation things went horribly wrong the Duros could step in and end it. Though he wasn't the bucket of cold water type, more the double tap on stun type.

As privacy was given Dzambul knew that the Togruta under him would realize what was to happen. She was not going to get pitched out of some impossible height of a speeder garage. No he was going to claim her. For a moment he lifted himself up onto his knees. Her montrals got a reprieve as he stopped groping her sensitive horns. Instead of pleasure he brought some pain. Yanking on the cord connecting her cuffs to her collar to almost on her knees. Dragging, pushing her forward to be kneeling in front of the seat, her ass to him, her face and chest being pushed onto the seat. He kept close to her, not giving her room to kick back effectively. Then there was the unbuckling and zipping, the unburdening of his cock from his pants. The scent of his hormones, of his desire was immediately felt throughout the passenger cabin of the speeder. One hand remained on her body feeling for any muscle twinge that would betray an attack.

He did not push up that microfiber dress. He didn't need to as he began to push that thick mushroom head against the bottom of her rump.

If this was to be her work then perhaps he should treat this as such.

Thwack! Came a hard slap across her shapely ass. “So how eager of a worker are you.” The rhetorical question again showed the cruel mockery of a predator who knows when he can and will win, who picks his fights well and fights dirty when he has to.

A second later the hand, both hands were on her, sliding up under her dress. Rough, warm, strong hands gripping her supple flesh, the skirt rising atop his wrists as those fingers inched up until curling around the hem of her underwear as he began to expose her.

 

[Lala]

Her gaze darted to the door when it began to ease closed again, catching just a twitch of a smirk on the Duros' face. Her eyes were wide and round, the pupils great black discs that almost eclipsed purple irises. When he finally quit toying around with her horns, she drew a slow breath. Everything still felt all tingly and wound up from the molesting, and the stripes on her lekku and montrals had turned a darker purple. The speeder was docked, tucked into a parking space in the lot, so why were they not getting out? She turned her head as much as she could with her hands bound behind her back and caught sight of quite a telling look on the Zabrak's face.

Oh.

She yelped at the strong jerk on the cuffs, feet peddling a bit in the air as he essentially lifted her like a Togruta briefcase and shoved her against the seat. Her chest mashed against the worn vinyl and that bulbous little rear bounced and squirmed but she felt him pressed close to avoid a good kick from those sharp stiletto boots.

And then a sound she knew all too well. That little clink of a buckle, the sound of him drawing his shaft out and then the slap of that tree trunk against her ass. Despite her refusal to admit outright that he’d bested her in the mating battle, her instincts were still wreaking havoc with her stubborn pride. She growled softly, lekku rattling as the stripes darkened even further, but at the same time was arching her torso down and hitching her ass up. Presenting him with that gloriously squishy bit of real estate.

A low groan fell from her lips upon feeling him press that rod harder against her, settling between her rear cleavage. It cut off in a little shriek of delight at the hard swat that sent her cheeks jiggling. The question he posed was a fair one, but she got the sense he didn’t want to hear about how punctual she was, how people tended to like her and talk to her and tell her things they shouldn’t, or how she was such a quick learner that it was easy for her to pick up new skills.

No, the aroused Zabrak would not care about any of that right now. So instead, she just shoved her ass up higher in the air. The hands slipping beneath her dress were strong, big hands that touched where they wanted without question. She churred softly when he began to ease her skirt up a bit while tugging down her panties at the same time and her lekku signed out some fairly lewd things in Togruti. Her glistening sex was soon on full display, along with a taut little button nestled between her cheeks. The results of his playing with her montrals were obvious. And despite what she would refuse to say just yet, she was ready to submit as his mate.

 

[Jagd]

“Be silent at your own peril.” Was more dramatic than what he wanted to say but that's what the Zabrak warned her. She was being a stubborn little prey but he wasn't going to let that bother him right now. If anything it was going to spur him on to tear up this plump little ass. An ass she was offering up to him.

Of course he saw those slick lips of hers taunting him to plunder her and leave his seed in her womb. It wasn't going to stop him from his goal, but Dzambul had to admit he wanted to at least appreciate and tease her. He guided his thickness down between her legs. The warmth of her body was palpable. Then he pressed the head of his cock against her, slowly pushing aside her labia, not entering her but just running the length of his member to coat at least the top half in her wetness. “Your body wants me.” The Zabrak teased her with that smug knowingness in his voice. She can deny his desires all she wants but her body said it all.

After stroking her pussy entrance, letting out small hisses of pleasure at how eager it appeared her body was, it was time to get to work. The hand not on is shaft was holding her hips in place, but it was just a second after he's hard-on moved away from her wetness that it was now knocking on her backdoor. That tight little hole, nestled in the valley of those two sumptuous mounds now found a battering ram pressed against it. Dzambul was hung, he was a bit over six and a half feet tall and his cock looked large on him. The Togruta had significant curves but she was a much smaller person and he was about to impale her with that monster. Once in position the predator who had bested Aleera grabbed her hips now with both hands, pinning her in place. Slowly he began to push in, pushing her tight hole wider and wider. Even once she had the thickness in, its that he kept driving it into her. He didn't start with rocking, to ease her into it. No, this was part of her punishment. Instead Dzambul was more like a hydraulic press, slow, steady, unyielding. That cock went in inch by inch, its circumference pushed her against her walls and even neighboring organs. Dzambul had won the genetic lottery of cocks. It was a beast most other males were impressed and intimidated by and females often thought it tantalizing but realistically knowing it would be painful. But to him it was just his dick and now he was going to enjoy Aleera with it.

A hand briefly left her body only to come down once more with a hard *ThhWAap* against her rump, making it jiggle slightly and have her squeeze her body more around him, even while his dick was demanding more room in her abdomen. That hand didn't stay there long as he reached up and grabbed the lekku that ran down her back and tugged on it roughly. “Mmm. I bet you taste delicious.” He purred like a feral beast playing with its food, before leaning forward and placing the tip of that lekku in his mouth. Teeth came down to lightly clamp on her flexible tentacle and then he suckled on it roughly as his tongue rubbed along the edges.

Having gotten most, a bit over half of that ridiculous shaft inside her tight ass the Zabrak paused. The grip on her waist tightened. The other hand grabbed one of her other lekku and pulled it around her shoulders to grab it like the reins to riding beast. He began to pump his hips, that cock within her. It was tight and at first it was just a few inches in and then out, but he figured in time he'd be fucking her ass proper. All the while he played with those lekku, stroking, fondling, sucking, and biting. She was his. His to plunder in a rough, unforgiving way. His to taste, to enjoy, to toy with.

 

[Lala]

With how she was bent over, he probably couldn’t see the way her nose wrinkled up and her brows knit together when he gave her that dire warning. But he’d likely quickly learn every little stubborn nuance of her expressions when pressed to something that wasn’t entirely her idea. Now this, this unequal exchange with her cuffed and collared and pinned beneath him, was not exactly her idea either. Yet her body betrayed her, that little harlot.

She groaned, a low-timbred sound that rolled in the back of her throat to telegraph exactly how ready she was for him. The massive length gliding over her slick lips had her grinding her full hips down in animal need, squirming as though she could position her body to self-impale on the teasing rod. Her montrals and lekku were nearly glowing with arousal, the stripes standing out quite obviously more profoundly than her relaxed state, the tips of both a startling fuchsia akin to her blushes.

But when the Zabrak smugly teased her about her readiness for him, she just shook her head slightly and grumbled, “Does not.”

The sounds he was making behind her made it all the more intolerable. His scent enveloped her, the heat of his body. In the back of her mind, the logical and unaroused Togruta was screaming at her to do something because what he carried was far too much to pack into tiny Togholes. But the instinctual, primal part of her was already too enticed by the prospect of taking the virile male’s seed. Though, from the feel of it, he had no intention of plumbing her womb. At least, not just yet.

She shifted under him, making a sound between a grunt and a moan, when he peeled apart her round cheeks and pressed that fat cockhead slowly against her little rear star. She assumed lordosis, arching her back down more. Nerves screamed out as the sensation of slowly being opened registered. Bit by bit, her ass opened under the determined thrust of the Zabrak’s cock against that too-small little hole.

When he breached her inner ring of muscle, her gatekeeper to that pleasurable tunnel, her lekku fluttered slightly. That fat head plunged in past her tight resistance with a palpable pop of sensation, well on his way to claiming her rear entry in entirety. Teeth sank into the seat cushion she was pressed against despite her better judgment, but she was too preoccupied with that massive dick plunging into her to think about how nasty the seat was. She’d been had before by other “employers,” but never in this way. And her body seemed made for it.

She could only imagine how it looked from his vantage, dilating that tight hole for his use. It already felt like he was buried in her, but she hadn’t felt his hips press flush to her ass just yet, so there must be more. She did feel his strong hands at her hips, fingers digging into the flesh, reveling in the (sort of) ownership of the Togruta under him.

Her head tipped back with a soft cry at the spank that made her ass jiggle and clamp down on him even tighter at the same time. She felt the sting long after, and knew she’d wear a handprint there afterwards. Little chitters of delight fell from her lips when the bold Zabrak actually began to suck the tip of her lekku. Her whole body shuddered around him and a visible trickle of her juices ran down the inside of her thighs.

She made nonsensical noises as he began to pump against her while tormenting the lekku he held in his hand. A bit of drool trickled from the corner of her lips, her eyes glassy and placid. He was all the way in now, right? No, she knew she hadn’t taken everything just yet. Could she? It already felt like his cock must be jutting out visibly on her taut stomach. Taking the rest of that gargantuan shaft was a foolish endeavor, though she didn’t have much say in it.

But, his continued ministrations on her lekku and montrals and the hormones in the air, not to mention the fat dick in her ass, made her more than happy to be his cockpocket. And of course, because she was Aleera, she had to urge him on in the way that only she could. Choosing fighting words, she growled, “You fuck like a Jawa!”

 

[Jagd]

She lied when she said her body doesn't want him but that was fine. Her body was telling him what a liar her mouth was, the way she wiggled and hitched her hips and her back, trying to get him in further, even if it hurt.

There was such an excitement and warmth within him as he buried his cock deep within the ass of the Togruta. His Togruta. How her tiny body clung to him, tried to resist the assault of being penetrated by such a girth. The way she changed colors, the way she squirmed, mewled and cooed when he played with her lekku.

He was going to enjoy breaking her in. His luck could probably be no better for picking up a random stranger while out ensuring his soldiers commit murder. The two rarely go together. Yet here he was with his shapely new conquest, showing her who would be in control. How her body squeezed and tried to resist while at the same time allow him to plunder her.

Then everything came to a stop. It was sudden physically, not immediate but the eager pumping and grinding his shaft into her, of licking at, nipping at, sucking on, and tugging her lekku all slowed and stopped within a few seconds. With his cock lodged in her ass she could feel how the rest of his body stiffened, as ripples of anger coursed through his veins. The lust replaced with bitterness. It would be easy, given what she said to think that Dzambul had very thin skin and took her “Jawa” insult personally, but it was more nuanced then that.

Dzam tossed her lekku to the side as if it was a used tissue covered in fluid you wanted no where near you. His mouth just went slack as he pulled his head away letting her middle lekku slide out to land on her back with a wet squelch. The Zabrak swallowed as his eyes, while remaining open, not narrowed to little slits showed contempt for the mouthy Togruta. Then that hand which had previously been toying with her sensitive head tail came down as an open palm down towards her face. He wasn't trying to break bones but to leave a mark on her for certain.

“I was wrong.” His voice cold, hollow, distant like wind echoing through deep caves. For a moment he bit his lower lip, grimacing in anger. Tilting his head to the side he stretched his neck until it popped. Then with the same unstoppable draw The Zabrak began to pull out of the Togruta's body. Despite how her small form clung to him, he was leaving her.

There was a deep breath through his nose as he put one hand on her back, between her shoulders, pinning her in place. “You are not loyal me. You are not ready to be loyal to me or the Syndicate. You have learned nothing from me beating you. That is fine. We can do this in a more traditional fashion.” Whatever that meant. Dzam knew what it meant. What would need to happen next to her. This was the crux of it. She refused, repeatedly to give in to him to pledge herself to him, to the Syndicate, to beg for her life for him, she even attempted to grab his blaster to kill him and even after her half-agreements and him beating her and him using her, which her body probably desired more of she chose to use some of the very few words she'd spoken to be against him, to mock him, to show that she did not follow or accept him as her boss or as her master.

Once that massive dick was removed from her body, Dzam had to pin it in place as he pulled his pants up and around to buckle, and put the belt back on. He grabbed for that taught plasteel that effectively worked as a handle which connected her bound wrists to the neck restraint.

 

[Lala]

Aleera had hoped to compel him to demonstrate the peak of his prowess with her words. Almost immediately, she knew her plan had backfired. The change in demeanor was palpable, with his firm body tensing like a rock and those hands grabbing hold of her hips digging in deeper. She shuddered a little when he released her lekku, the squirming headtail gleaming with his saliva.

When she dared to crane her head around as much as she could in her restraint, she saw a picture of fury looming over her. She barely had time to brace herself when his hand caught her cheek hard enough to blur her vision. Her body clenched around him even more, reminding her just how stretched he already had her. The impact resounded in the speeder, and the garage around them, with a resounding clap.

Her head snapped sideways in recoil, painfully halted by the metal collar digging into her neck. The flesh he’d struck began to welt, a clear imprint of his hand rising from the surrounding skin. The slap brought tears brimming to her eyes, and they splattered with a soft plop onto the seat.

The sound of his voice chilled her marrow. The aroused heat within her doused almost at once when she noted his tone. She couldn’t help the little whimper when he began to withdraw, slowly dragging that massive phallus from her split rear with a surge of sensation that had her still wriggling under him. His cockhead unsealed her with an audible pop, leaving her to feel how empty she suddenly was. Her dress was still hiked up over her ass cheek, displaying that partially used orifice.

Traditional fashion? What did that mean? It wasn’t good, whatever it was. She had messed up royally, and was going to have to prove that she was loyal to him. Somehow.

He kept her firmly in place with a strong hand as he reset himself. But her mind was racing. What did she know about the Black Sun? Well, truth be told, she had always wanted to find a way in. She had taken small jobs here and there with lesser organizations, like the carbonite run, but she’d always had her eye on the crown jewel of criminal syndicates.

Her bravado now, her sass, all of it was a cover crafted by her nearly indomitable pride. The way this happened was not her idea, and it was that fact that wrinkled her nose and pouted her lips in stubborn distaste. But what did she know about the Sun?

They were ruthless, brutal. And they expected their members to be as well.

The speeder door eased open with a hiss. The Duros was still standing there in wait. He went straight-shouldered and trained his blaster on her when they emerged. She let out a little squawk as the Zabrak jerked on the plasteel rope to half-carry, half-drag her toward the loading dock. Her eyes went wide when she realized what he intended.

The jump in.

The wide loading dock was empty right now except for a single speeder transport that a few Gamorreans were rolling barrels out of. They nudged each other when they spied the Zabrak hauling his squirmy package and stopped what they were doing, heading toward a door at the side of the dock.

It was humid inside, and she could see showers at the back, others doors leading off to somewhere else inside the casino. Low benches sat between long rows of lockers that stretched floor to ceiling. Several Black Sun members in varying states of undress were milling about, but they jumped to attention when they saw the Zabrak with his feisty acquisition literally in tow. Eyes traced her up and down, and she finally understood her jump in wasn’t going to involve a beating but...other methods of initiation.

“Whoa! No no no! Hey! I didn’t mean it, Mister!” she said, still not even knowing his name. “Stop stop! Hey! I’ll do whatever you ask. Come on now. I was just joking around,” she squeaked, her voice rising in pitch the further into the locker room they got. If she'd had use of her hands, she'd be pawing at his chest and using those big eyes on him. But as it was, all she could do was twist and turn in her bindings, wrists going raw from the effort. "Please please! I'm loyal! Let me prove it!"

 

[Jagd]

The locker room smelled like a locker room, various wet, sweaty alien smells. Everything was a bit moist due to showers being run nearly constantly. There was a little Mouse droid buzzing through making its little alarm beeps as it tried in vain to keep up with the cleaning. Another droid with a thick torso and hunched back, a permenant “I'd ask you to kill me and end this suffering if I wasn't lobotomized” stood near where the hallway opened up on one side to the shows and to the other to some sinks and mirrors before going to a door. A laundry droid it was specialized in taking soaking wet filthy towels and in a few moments of being put in its torso compartment it pulled out fresh, warm, sanitized towels that it would then fold and offer to the next patron heading into the shower area or coming from it.

The jumping to attention was greeted with a sharp nod. One young Quarren even snapped off a salute that he held. Dzam walked down towards him, still carrying/dragging the Togruta. “Are you trying out for the Empire Kuosom? Put your hand down.” The Zabrak's head hung slightly in shame for the lad as he shook his horned head mournfully. “Seriously, act like you have some balls. You should try to attack me, take my position, hobble me so another can move up. I mean come on, I'm carrying this stray around and...”

The Quarren looked around trying to see if others agreed with this? Was he really supposed to attack Dzambul? Was this a thing that happened? Perhaps he should.

*Thwasck*

Dzambul punched him in the face while the kid was still trying to figure out what the fuck was going on and now he had less of a clue. “Fuck, come on. Go get yourself cleaned up and see your boss. Go do something learn.”

“Hey! You beating up on my boys again?” Snapped a voice from behind Aleera. A lithe Trandoshan with a towel wrapped about its waist walked towards Dzambul and his charge.

“Heh. Lessons can come from anywhere and anyone. You taught me that.” Dzam responded ignoring the pleading Togruta. Rather unceremoniously did he just drop her to the ground. For the first he turned his attention to her. Several braids slid over his shoulders, dangling down, framing that masculine face as it glared at her. “You did mean it. You want to join but on your own terms. With you as queen bitch. Do you know how many work in the Syndicate just related to this casino? Do you know how many on this planet, this sector? But you think you're special and that you can join without being loyal, without paying your dues.” Much like when he first met her a hand launched out, stretching palm flat, fingers spread out. “Don't talk, stray. Don't make a noise. These people, they are not my crew, not my soldiers. They will be here in about two minutes. So you have one minute and thirty seconds to think.” He jabbed his forefinger against his temple sharply to show that it was time to use the brain. “At the end of that time you are going to explain how you are going to prove you are loyal, to Syndicate and to me. That I don't have to fucking worry about you. My soldiers, my thinkers, my runners, everyone, I don't really have to worry about them because they know their place. They know what to do and what not to do. They are loyal.” A bit of spittle flew from his mouth. “You are a stray. No loyalty to anyone but you. Your kind doesn't last long here. So you now have one minute ten seconds. Get to thinking.”

As Dzambul straightened himself up he also lifted a foot to place it firmly on the curvy girls stomach and pin her to that damp floor.

The others watched on. Some amused, others nodding in agreement, a few just oggling the hot woman on the ground, then there were those showing pity shaking their heads.

The Trandoshan laughed as Dzambul turned back to him. “Care to explain, friend?”

The Zabrak let out a scoff, his shoulders shaking slightly. “Found her. You know the Red Star kids? We cleaned them up and she just walks by. I tell my crew to grab her instead of killing her. Thought she could be a good sleeve.”

The Trandoshan's teeth shown as he continued to chuckle. One of them was cracked and needed a dentist. “You do like them with attitude.”

“She has too much though. She actually tried to take my blaster to shoot me.”

A clawed hand came down on Dzambul's shoulder. “Well, looks like you've got your work cut out for you or the plants...” He trailed off. His leathery skin glisted with the droplets from his shower.

The Mouse droid beeped angrily at the new obstruction on the flood. It lightly bumped against her calf once as it tried to clean up, then zipped on around her.

“Hm. Well let Kuosom know no hard feelings.”

“Ah! The kid needs to learn. He's a good pilot though, so glad you left his eyes and hands alone.” There was another pat given to Dzambul's shoulder and then he turned to walk away.

“He's a good kid. Glad he's working for you.” Commented the Zabrak which was answered by a lazy wave, though the Trandoshan never looked back.

A long steadying, I can't believe I'm going to have to deal with this snotty Togruta's pleas now breath was taken before Dzambul turned his attention back to Aleera. He didn't say anything and really she had another twenty seconds or so.

 

[Lala]

Aleera tried to at least put her feet down whenever she could to prevent the cuffs from digging even more into her skin, but most of the time her heels just skidded across the tile as the Zabrak took up a brisk pace. The dynamic in this Sun changing room was interesting to say the least, but she let out a dissatisfied little growl every time he referred to her as a ‘stray.’

When he just tossed her on the ground like a duffel bag, she thankfully had those soft chest pillows to break the fall since her hands were still behind her back. The mouse droid was doing its best to keep things tidy, but she still shuddered to think how filthy this floor was. She rocked back and forth a little bit until she was able to tip herself aside so that she could better watch the goings-on around her. And was treated to a Trandoshan upskirt for her efforts as the be-toweled man walked past to joke with her captor.

Even though she was starting to regret everything up to this point that had gotten her here, she still made a face when he shushed her again. Those fingers looked very biteable, but she was too far away and nothing good would come of it. Still, she couldn't help these feisty little thoughts that broke in now and then. She just had to be careful not to act on the impulses.

His speech earned a scowl, but that might just be her natural expression when she wasn’t chirping and smiling sweetly to seduce suckers. The heavy boot that suddenly pressed against her made her grumble again, wriggling about idly. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get away, but that didn’t mean she didn’t think about trying to sink her teeth into that leg. The mouse droid interrupted her thoughts, and she reacted to the sudden bump by bucking her body like a beached fish. Her heel caught the little thing as it scuttled past her, sending it beeping in alarm into a row of lockers.

A heavy door swung open with a metallic clang somewhere farther into the locker room. There was a new chorus of voices, some gravelly and low, some higher-pitched and warbly. It sounded like a real motley crew of aliens heading this way. All heavy stomping boots and grunts of camaraderie. Laughter. She heard someone say something about fuckmeat and rattled her lekku angrily.

Steam from the showers hung in the air in a thick mist, and all she saw were their shadows drifting toward her. Big, bulky silhouettes with various shapes and appendages slowly coming into focus.

Those big purple eyes turned back up to the Zabrak pinning her under his boot. Oof. This was going to hurt. She could swallow quite large things when forced to it, but her pride was bigger than anything she'd had to deepthroat.

“Please! I said please, right? I don’t know what you want me to say or do! I’ve never been in something like this, so I just didn’t know what was expected, right? I’m just a little Togruta from a small town on Shili! I don’t have all these big planet experiences like all of you,” she said in a rushed, single breath. That was true at least.

“What...ah, what about...well isn’t there something I can sign? In...in blood or something? Do you guys even have contracts? Everyone respects a good contract, right? Even criminals. Not that you’re criminals. Well, okay, you are but I think you know that and like that about yourselves. Right?” She laughed, usually a seductive little flutter of sound, but now it sputtered with nervousness.

As the other men got closer, she let out a soft keening sound, realizing what bigtime trouble she was in. They probably wouldn’t beat her, but they might. They certainly would do other things and she wasn’t quite sure her body could handle a train from all these big aliens crowding in. She was tiny after all, and still sore just from the brief intromission in the speeder.

"Tell me what I gotta do, Mister!"

 

[Jagd]

Dzambul listened as she continued much like she had earlier, a steady stream of nervous pleas, with little in terms of concrete answers. For a moment as she prattled on he remembered some of the times his life had hung in the balance and what he'd done, what he'd offered to do in exchange for being alive one more day. This Togruta didn't seem used to life or death situations. She'd probably been threatened with sexual assault, threatened for money, maybe her life but she probably knew she could use her most obvious asset to get out of the situation.

To be fair it was the same now, just on a grander scale. Dzambul wasn't a low level thug, he had the backing of the Black Sun. He wanted her for her body, just like all the other men in her life. There were some differences. He was willing to kill her for what she happened to walk by. He wants her not just right now, or for tonight but for... well he hadn't said.

In this moment she was saying some of what he wanted to hear but it was all fueled by fear. It wasn't based on her actual wants but just a desire to not get railed or beaten by a host of Black Sun soldiers. The Zabrak leaned down slightly. His weight pushed down more through that booted foot on her abdomen. “Let's talk. You think you can talk and think things through like the smart stray I thought you were?” She could fuck it all up and spit on him but he moved on not caring too much what her reaction was. Thankfully this included taking his foot off of her. He reached down with one of those big strong hands and grabbed the front neckline of her dress and began to drag her behind him along the slick floor. That this lifted it up to give to anyone walking the opposite way down the hall an all access view of her wrack was one thing, but it also meant along with the sliding that the bottom of her dress just kept sliding up and up.

He kept looking into one dressing area after another until he found one with two guys, a human and a Weequay. They were both youngish, though also both had extensive scarring that were from combat and not ritualistic or cultural. The human was buck naked as Dzam turned into the area with his Togruta in tow. “Out.”

The heavily tattooed Weequay and naked him but bobbed their heads and gathered up their things and beat a hasty retreat out of the changing area. One could be heard a second later muttering, “Fuck I left my shoes behind.”

“Just forget them for now.” The other shushed him.

Now she was alone, again with Dzambul. A little less alone as the six foot wall didn't reach the ceiling and there was an open entryway to an entire locker room of male Black Sun Syndicate members cleaning up from a day's work. Dark eyes sized up the woman before him as Dzambul decided on what tact to take with this.

He took in a long deep breath through his nose, nostrils flaring, his chest rising and expanding as he did so. This was a mistake as this was definitely a room of funky smells. Sticking out his chin he gazed down at her with his sharp, strong features on display. The leather of his jacket creaking in defiance as he stood arms akimbo keeping an eye on her. “Let's try this again.” His voice was blunt, there wasn't malice in it but a direct thoroughness.

“You witnessed something you shouldn't have. I should kill you for that. You tried to grab my blaster to shoot me and my compatriot. I should kill you for that. You have made it clear that you think you are better than me, better than the Syndicate and joining is just something to pass the time and we can not trust you or have your loyalty. I should kill you very...” He drew the word out but kept his tone calm. “...slowly for that.”

The next words were a bit terse and pointed. “But you were in shock. You didn't know the situation you were in, so let me explain.”

Dzambul calmed his tone. “My name is Dzambul, I am in charge of an aspect of the business my employers, the Syndicate do within this sector and along a portion of the hyperspace lanes. I am telling you this so you know that no one, not from outside or inside this building will be able to help you.”

One of those large hands moved to cup her cheek. He knew there was a chance she'd bite him. She was a bitey one. He could see her having resisted doing it previously a couple of times. Then there were the times she had bitten. “I have decided to make an offer to you instead of killing you. Let me tell you what it is and then you can swallow that large lump of pride and agree. You will be mine. My sleeve. Its a euphemism for the person we keep to keep an arm around..." It was a euphemism for a lot more than just that. The Black Sun was not by design male dominated, it just happens that males more often in species than females are willing to do dumb, daring deeds to accumulate wealth. "... to sit next to us, to be a status symbol of success and someone who helps alleviate the stress of our job. I may want to use you for other work as well. Your main duty though will to be accessible to me whenever I so desire. In return you will live here, you will have some of the perks of being part of the Black Sun and you get to live.”

His thumb stroke the swollen mark on her cheek. “Now, say what you will, ask questions, whatever. But know when we are done talking you must either agree and know that if you are insubordinate like this again there will be no talk, no second chances, or your journey has come to an end. And if you agree, yes I will have a contract drafted up but I need to hear it from your lips that you accept this position fully and then if you know what's good for you offer yourself to me.”

 

[Lala]

Aleera could see that her nervous chatter was ineffective on the Zabrak. Most men just needed a little flutter of lashes, a little flash of impressive cleavage and they were plastiputty in her hands. Not this one. He seemed intelligent enough to sense her bluffs right away. She supposed he had been in the business long enough to see pretty much everything. How many people had stood (or laid) in front of him and begged for their lives?

She let out a soft rush of air when he pressed that boot harder against her stomach. Indeed, the thought crossed her mind to spit in his face when he leaned down closer to her, but the smart, survivor part of her brain interjected. Now was not Togruta talking time. She just nodded in response to indicate that she was ready to talk things through.

The removal of that heavy boot allowed her to inhale a full breath, though she let out a little squawk of surprise in the next moment when he began dragging her across the floor. The material was pliant- it had to be with how tight it was - and stretched open considerably while he held it wrapped in a strong fist. With her hands still bound behind her back in the plasteel cuffs, she didn’t have many options but to let him just haul her off like a primitive. But she didn’t look happy while doing it, expression turning to that stubborn pout of her lips as her skirt rode higher and higher up on her thighs.

Her captor and possible new boss - how’s that for a combo? - kicked a few people out of a little alcove. Her shoulders hunched down and she looked not unlike a spoiled child getting reprimanded for something. This room stank, and her nose wrinkled up delicately. She felt the heat of his gaze searing down at her and raised her eyes to peer back.

The Zabrak was handsome. She didn’t want to admit it, but the primal part of her still had all sorts of thoughts about what a fine mate he would make. He was strong, feared, renowned. She could do worse. Much worse. Though she supposed being dead was the very worst she could do, so there was that.

As he rattled off the many reasons why he should have killed her, she began to wonder that he had not in fact done so. The strong hand on her cheek stung where the red imprint of his palm still felt hot and swollen. Her teeth bared slightly, setting tiny fangs on her lower lip and looking a sneeze away from biting him. She was a bitey one.

But her little Togruta conscience was doing a great job of keeping her calm. For how long, who knows? The important thing was that she did not bite him now, even though she looked like she really, really wanted to.

Still, his explanation of what he was offering made a soft little growl rumble from her throat. She did not like the thought of being under someone. Hierarchy-wise, that is. He might see the struggle on her face, the back and forth in her mind that vacillated between biting and fighting or submitting to this embarrassing offer.

Sleeve. Who did he think he was fooling? She knew exactly what that meant. Her lips pursed in thought. Living at the casino could be pretty nice though. There’d been a short period where she’d actually slept in the streets, so anything was an upgrade. And they supposedly had these cloud beds that felt like you were sleeping on air, along with fancy silky sheets.

And what other work was he intending for her? Her eyes remained set on his for several moments in silence. Finally, she said, “Will you teach me how to use a blaster right? And drive a speeder?”

She sat where he’d deposited her on the floor, skirt hiked up almost over her ass again, dress askew. Her fingers flexed in the cuffs. Lekku rattled angrily as she fought against her stubborn pride. “Okay fine. I accept the position...where’s my contract?”

 

[Jagd]

Dzambul had revised his view of the Togruta. She wasn't necessarily smart but clever. Very clever, but unfortunately if you aren't as clever as you think, and she clearly had just the most impressive self-esteem he's seen in just about anyone who isn't now dead, or if you aren't good at reading others being super clever can get you in trouble. And reading people was a key difference between The Zabrak and the Togruta. She fought by luring people in, using her natural assets to get an easy kill. She knew most men wanted to fuck her and most women were jealous of her. That just left a small subsection which she probably avoided because they weren't easy targets. Dzambul has had to read people during the war, then with the merc work, more recently his work with the Black Sun. She would need to read people, something other then the lust in their eyes.

Also she was super easy to read, between her lekku movements, the tension in her jaw from trying not to bite and changing colors, she basically wrote out all of her emotions on her body. And he didn't even know the lekku language that Togruta and Twi'lek had.

Her questions were new and showed promise. Slowly his head bobbed slightly. “We can teach you to drive. As for a blaster, that comes later.” She did want to shoot him with a blaster just a little bit ago. He was going to slow roll any blaster lessons in her future. Anyways, he had plans.

Then she agreed. It wasn't an accepting of the agreement, she still wouldn't say she was his, which was a wee bit problematic but it seemed more like a resigned, fuck you agreement. Dzambul didn't care for this. But he was an underboss, he had to know how to motivate and get the best from those under him. Even from pissy Togruta.

“Ah... Well, we'll get you a contract. I don't carry them on me.” The broad chested, tall Zabrak whose hard-on was clearly not as hard but could still see the silhouette against those pants leaned towards the entrance. “Doug!”

“Yeah?” Came a voice from a ways off. Seriously whoever this voice belonged to was named Doug.

“Get me a restricted personal sleeve contract for the stray to sign.” Then he turned back to her. His hand still cupped her chin. He turned his palm upwards, his fingers gripping the side of her face, holding her jaw shut. Then the horned humanoid leaned in and roughly pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was fierce, warm, strong. A kiss that was laying claim on the seemingly still unwilling to accept her position Togruta. It would be hard not to scoot back on the damp bench. Almost as soon as it started it began to end with him pulling back but before his lips fully left hers the Zabrak bit her. He bit her lower lip roughly. With intent to break the skin, it seemed even to taste her blood.

While he tried to keep her in check, holding her face as he did his free hand moved to boldly cop a feel of her ample breast. Firstly, why not? Those impressive tits were right there. Secondly she was his. Thirdly it helped keep her in place so she didn't slide all over the place.

 

[Lala]

Aleera’s lekku and montrals were telegraphing her distaste. Not only were those flexible headtails wobbling and signing out curse words as they did when she was angry, but the stripes had gone vibrant again in a deep flush. She was agreeing to save her life.

Her lips pursed again to that sour pucker when he denied that he’d teach her the blaster. True, she had no good intentions with that inquiry, but he couldn’t possibly know that! Her lekku rattled again.

When he called for Doug, she grumbled a little bit under her breath. “Sleeve contract” and “stray” obviously did not sit well with her still. She was half considering backing out now, though Dzambul was right; no one knew she was here and no one was coming to get her. Disagreeing now meant a slow and painful death, something that triggered her quite a bit more than hearing the word stray for the twentieth time.

She thought about saying something snappy, but he saved her from herself. Lips pursed as he squeezed down on her jaw, a soft little noise of surprise escaping her when he bent down to kiss her. Hard. Her lips burned with the ferocity of his mouth seeking hers, and she cried out when he suddenly bit her lip hard enough that she tasted blood. Her eyes flared, body bucking slightly. She bared her fangs. If he could bite, she could bite too, no? Then she realized it was probably a mating bite, and her lekku curled up in little coils at her shoulders, colors flashing subtly.

A petite little growl rolled from her, and she squirmed around when he suddenly caught hold of her breast in his free hand. Her nipple strained through the thin fabric, a sensitive little button that made her jerk slightly when his broad palm brushed over it. She still looked a bit like she might try to bite, though her fiery nature seemed tempered by the fierce way he sought to claim her.

Moments later, a lanky Quarren came peeking around the corner, holding a datapad in hand. His facial tendrils wriggled and rubbed on each other when he saw the Zabrak hunched over the captive Togruta. “Oh...ohhh nice sleeve, D. Lucky bastard, you always find such pretty things. Shame they never last long. Maybe when you’re done with her, you give ol’ Doug a try, yeah?”

“Hey!” she shouted.

He offered the pad to Dzambul. “Anywho, here’s the contract, updated with the most recent conditions and all that.” He whistled a little and folded his arms in front of him like he intended to stick around a bit.

 

[Jagd]

There was some bemusement at the female's body letting him know in tense muscle, eye twitch, lip curl that she did so want to bite him. She wanted to refuse him. She wanted probably to kill him. It was these last two that were troubling. That made him question her loyalty and that was a serious problem.

He kept his hand on that plump breast of hers. His palm rolled over her nipple which resisted being pushed back. Strong fingers groped her through the thin, clingy dress. It really didn't offer much in the way to obscure how lush her body was. This was something that her body did want. While intellectually, emotionally she seemed to want nothing to do with him besides maybe stab knives into his eyeballs but her body was clearly good at ignoring his insults, at his teasing, all her body clearly desired was for him to get all up on her. Given that was at least the main purpose of her job, was to look and be fuckable this was a plus. Just not so big of a plus as to wipe clean what was obviously a near fatal case of a strong backbone unwilling to yield to the Zabrak.

Doug entering caused Dzam to look over, taking his eyes off the Togruta. If she learned any lesson from in the car hopefully it was now was the time to attack if she was going to. Yet it seemed Doug distracted her by gaining her ire, jesting about having her once Dzambul was done with her. An entruncated snort of bemusement issued forth at their antics. Taking the datapad Dzambul looked over it. Making a few alterations, ones that would leave her with less spending money as she would be charged for more services about the casino, a few less privileges and even added a vague not about her having to prove her loyalty within the next sixty days to retain employment. It was still the same offer, just tightening the screws for a short period of time as punishment for her actions.

Try to kill a guy and all of a sudden the job he offers comes with less perks.

Then he looked back at the bound Togruta. Others were beginning to come near but not into the locker room, soldiers of his, looking for their boss, wondering what became of him and that nice piece of ass he had them grab. They knew better than to interrupt though. Still you could hear the Gamorrean mouth breathing.

“Hm, sorry Doug, she's not ready to sign just yet. Can't you see it...” Dzambul tucked the datapad under his arm. He gestured idly towards her face. “There's a lot of anger there. She's still hoping to rip my throat out with her teeth. That's not the face of someone who wants to join. Someone who is ready to be my sleeve. To stop being a stray.” Lightly he tapped a finger against the datapad. “And if she's like this with me, she's certainly not ready for you Doug.” He considered for a moment then gestured to the soldiers who were listening in, trying to stay on the other side. In fact he was ready to give an order when a voice cut in from the next changing/locker area.

“Wow, a new hire who wants to fight every asshole in here. Are you reminiscing about your jump in Dzambul?” It was clearly the Trandoshan from before.

There was a loud chuff of a laugh from one of his soldiers. It was the Gamorrean.

Dzambul simply took a deep cleansing breath, counted to three and then let it out. “Yes, that's exactly what we were doing.” Asshole. The last part just a passing thought. Then the Zabrak's eyes narrowed. “Grab her. Follow me.” The terse orders weren't said in any anger, just being efficient. There wasn't a need to explain to those who were loyal, they knew to get a job done. No reason to explain to her who was disloyal. She would just continue to rattle her cute lekku and clench her teeth to hold back from biting him.

As Dzambul turned to leave an almost comical log jam of Black Sun soldiers tried to cram their way into the changing area to be one of the ones grabbing the shackled Togruta. They were a cornucopia of races represented by Dzambul's soldiers. The Empire persecuting aliens had helped increase Syndicate recruitment among non-humans by thirty seven percent last quarter. It was a Nikto and a Devronian who grabbed Aleera and hoisted her by her arms, making sure her feet didn't touch the ground. While there was a series of comments and jokes about her in the peanut gallery that followed, none of them tried to grab her in a manner unbecoming. Such gentlemen.

Dzambul didn't go far. It was just off the showers where there was a door. Of course there were more naked males or those just in towels on the way there. Inside was a gym, a training room for all manner of physical exercise but where Dzambul was heading made at least what he intended fairly obvious.

A combat ring, intended for hand to hand combat. Was it just going to be him or was this for a more traditional jump-in.

As he got up to it he quickly backtracked and handed the datapad to Doug who was following along eagerly. “Hold onto this.”

“You betcha.” Doug chirped back eager to watch whatever spectacle was about to happen.

“Unshackle her.” Dzam commanded as he lifted his chin towards Aleera, as if there was anyone else to unshackle. Then his gaze focused upon the Togruta. “I can see you still haven't accepted that you are mine. You aren't ready to submit fully, so let's do this then. The car wasn't enough.” He gesticulated with his hands as they moved up to a fighting position in front of his face. “Let's fight and if I win you will accept that you are mine. You will sign the contract and you will no longer be a stray because you will have a master. If I lose I'll probably get my ass kicked by more than just you, maybe demotion, all sorts of unpleasantness.” At least he wasn't the sort of vain asshole who doesn't say what happens in the unlikely position he loses. Still the deal he offered was a dick of a deal.

“Deal?”