Payment for services rendered (SithMistress & Lustful Bride)
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				Title: <strong>Payment for services rendered (SithMistress &amp; Lustful Bride)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SithMistress</strong> on <strong>21-05-2016, 06:28:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/b0ab/f/2009/028/7/4/74bcd3b1af7118f9e3c69cbe872f635f.jpg)</div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Adria'nnuvani</span><br><hr>Age – 20 || Height – 5' 7" || Weight – 130 lbs || Cup size – 40DD</div><hr><br>The arrival of the Imperial frigate <em>Raven's Wing</em> had been in orbit of Nar Hekka for only a few hours before it had become the only thing anyone could talk about in the lair of Garmond the Hutt. The leader of a lesser criminal syndicate, Garmond Desilijic Tiure was lesser known among the Desilijic clan, overshadowed by his cousin, Jabba, heir to the Desilijic clan and de facto leader since the death of Jiliac the Hutt at the tail of Durga Besadii Tai. While his syndicate was small in comparison, it was large enough that Garmond lived in relative luxury on Nar Hekka, his lair enclosed within its own dome and connected to the other domes in only 2 places. Ostensibly for defense, though no one would be foolhardy enough to attack a member of the Desilijic clan.<br><br>Except for the Empire, that is. The scuttlebutt among Garmond's underlings was that the Hutt had displeased the Empire and the frigate had been sent to destroy the Hutt's holdings. The entire lair buzzed with hushed conversation and trepidation over the presence of the frigate. It was worrisome enough that Garmond himself had removed himself from the dais inside what he egotistically called his throne room and taken shelter in his underground command center, along with his majordomo and a few hand picked female slaves.<br><br>In the slave quarters, the various slaves owned by Garmond huddled together in small groups or curled up on their beds, convinced that their suffering would end soon, but not in the way that they'd hoped. One of the slaves curled up on their beds was a striking young Twi'lek woman. A Tukian Twi'lek, the young woman was aware that she did not have the allure of a Rutian Twi'lek or the exotic beauty of a Lethan Twi'lek, she was still quite stunning.<br><br>Despite that, her skin was a lush shade of green that wws somewhere between a dark emerald and a pure jade. A little taller than average at 5'7", she was lithe and in immaculate shape. Despite having a lean, dancer's form, the young woman had been blessed by genetics with a generous bust, with a cup size of 40DD. It was the kind of bust many males (and some females) yearned to lay their hands upon and ravage. And, in the employ of Garmond the Hutt, a number of males (human and otherwise) had done just that.<br><br>Her name was Adria'nnuvani and she was terrified of the Imperial ship currently orbiting Nar Hekka. Adria'nnuvani was a young girl when her parents died in a raid by slavers. While the Imperial Navy could have stopped the attack, they had turned a blind eye to it. It seemed that naval officers enjoyed having a fresh crop of Twi'lek slaves show up at the pleasure houses, and were not inclined to stop the practice. While there were regulations restricting the traffic that were occasionally enforced, they were few and far between.<br><br>It was because of that raid that Adria was sent to live at an orphanage in Kalu'unn from the age of 6 until the age of 13. While she was happy to hear that she'd been adopted by a kind old couple, the reality couldn't have been further from the truth. The old couple were merely go betweens for a Hutt syndicate looking to acquire young Twi'lek girls cheaper than the Slavers Guild was charging. Adria to quickly found herself on board a Hutt transport to Nar Hekka, home of the notorious gangster, Garmond the Hutt.<br><br>The planet itself was cold, being at the outer edge of the Y'toub system, the Hutts had erected hothouse domes and planted lush vegetation that made the world a paradise for those that visit, though it was far from the dreary muck and mud the Hutts on Nal Hutta thrived under. Adria and the other Twi'lek slave girls were housed in slave quarters that could only be described as squalid. In fact, squalid would have been considered a step up from the conditions the slaves were living in. The young Twi'lek girls were educated in the art of dance almost exclusively, spending 12 hours a day learning and practicing under the eye of a well-known and celebrated dance instructor. When the young girls had fully developed into women, they were also trained in bedroom etiquette and given sexual tutoring by a scarred and misshapen Twi'lek female who'd dissatisfied her Hutt masters and paid the price.<br><br>It was how Adria found herself curled up in her bunk, awaiting the embrace of death from above. She had heard that being vaporized by a turbolaser was painless. One minute you were there. The next, your dissociated atoms were the only evidence you'd ever existed. Adria hoped her death would be swift and painless. Her life was anything but. Forced to serve at Garmond's whim, she existed only as an adornment to the Hutt and as a sexual plaything for his guards and sycophants. At first, such activities had ended with Adria curled up in a ball on her bed, crying her eyes out and her body throbbed with the aftermath of such sessions. Now, Adria barely felt anything, physically or emotionally, after such a session. She was dead inside, and was hoping that the Imperial ship would finish the job.<br><br>Minutes stretched into hours and hours into days as she awaited the inevitable. But, as night fell and the stars came out, Adria began to wonder why that Imperial ship was in orbit if it wasn't there for Garmond. Another day passed without incident and Adria's sense of curiosity mounted. When rumors began flying about the slave quarters of the death of Ingara the Hutt, a rival of Garmond's, Adria began to wonder if, perhaps the Imperials were after Ingara instead. <br><br>Curiosity quickly turned to fear a few days later. Adria's worst days started whenever Garmond's majordomo (a middle aged human male named Fodrick) visited the slave quarters to select dancers for the evening's entertainment. While she was not up to the level of some, Adria was a superb dancer and was frequently chosen to dance for the glory of her Hutt master. So, she was not surprised when Fodrick pointed to her and beckoned her to join him. However, Adria WAS surprised to see that she was the only one. Dread bubbled acid into her stomach as she began to wonder what punishment was in store for her. The only times she'd ever seen a slave leave alone with Fodrick, they never returned. Sometimes, Fodrick would toss a skull into the room, tooth marks clearly evident upon the bone. Garmond, Luke his cousin Jabba, had found himself a rancor and enjoyed tossing enemies and slaves into its lair for his own amusement.<br><br>As the pair entered Garmond's throne room, Adria caught a glimpse of long, flowing, crimson hair and an olive green Imperial uniform. However, she was forced to her knees by Fodrick and she cast her eyes downward, staring at the stone floor and not daring to move a muscle.<br><br>"The exalted Garmond wishes to thank you for ridding him of his most detestable foe, Ingara," a battered protocol Droid standing beside the massive Hutt said, translating Garmond's words for those that didn't speak Huttese. "He says you have done him a great service and he wishes to bestow a gift upon you for the service you've done for clan Desilijic."<br><br>A soft female chuckle echoed through the throne room. When the woman spoke, she had a cultured, Imperial accent. "Your generosity is much appreciated, but hardly necessary. In removing your foe, I have done the entire sector a good deed. I do not seek reward for doing my job, other than the glory bestowed upon me by the Emperor."<br><br>Garmond harrumphed loudly and a metallic clank could be heard as he smacked his protocol Droid in an overzealous manner. "The great Garmond recognizes your reluctance to accept his gift. However, he insists that you accept his generosity and this Twi'lek slave as a token of his gratitude. And I do suggest you accept this gift, madam. His Excellency can get very temperamental when his gifts are refused."<br><br>Adria could hardly believe what she was hearing. While she despised the Hutt and all the denizens that inhabited his lair, the idea of serving an Imperial Officer on board a starship was distasteful to Adria. She had seen the predations her people had suffered at the hands of Imperial Officers and was loath to give even tacit approval to such actions by serving an Imperial Officer. But, her will was not her own. If she balked in front of Garmond, he would feed her to his rancor and find another Twi'lek dancing girl to take her place. No, she had to go with this woman if it came down to it. To do otherwise would be suicide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Payment for services rendered (SithMistress &amp; Lustful Bride)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>26-05-2016, 23:49:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img08.deviantart.net/e05a/i/2015/238/d/f/allegra_ames__imperial_lieutenant_by_mauricio_morali-d91rcrh.jpg)</div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Arla Thrace </span><br><hr>Age – 24 || Height – 5' 6" || Weight – 140 lbs || Cup size –36C</div><hr><br>Captain Arla Thrace, held her tongue as she looked up at Garmond the Hutt and his court. Filthy criminal scum every single one of them. She could feel the bile building in the back of her throat from the mere stench of their presence. The Imperial officer would have liked nothing more than to blast them all to ashes and burn the land clean of their pestilence. And not just for being foul aliens that threatened the Imperial plan for Human dominance, but also because these Hutt Scum were worse than thieves. But her orders were clear, and she knew better than to disobey her superiors. She was to maintain order and endure no one entertaining thoughts of a uprising against the imperials in the region. It just so happened to be that this time those orders meant she had to help the Hutts, and she couldn't just blast him into oblivion since having open hostilities with the Hutts would only lead to problems for the Empire in the future.<br><br>All her life Captain Thrace had been surrounded by Imperial propaganda, indoctrinating her to being a model citizen from her first memory. Growing up in the very heart of the Empire itself, she was able to see a corner of the Imperial Palace from her room at night. She dreamed of glory and victories in the name of the new government, and the rise of humanity as the rightful rulers of the Galaxy. She was a good little Imperial all her life, grooming herself to one day join the Imperial Navy, and possibly command an Imperial Class Star Destroyer. Perhaps even command a vast fleet against the enemies of the Empire. The life, and toil of a Stormtrooper had absolutely no appeal to the future <em>Grand Moff</em> Thrace. Though one would always have to start somewhere, and captaining a Nebulon B cruiser wasn't a bad way to start her career. While it may have been boring, it was certainly an achievement for one so young. Especially a woman like her in the mostly male dominated military.<br><br>Captain Arla Thrace had the looks that would have easily landed her on any Pin-Up poster, or recruitment flyer outside Imperial recruitment offices. With lovely, soft, red curls, and blue eyes that could almost match the waters of Naboo. A toned, and firm body that was conditioned by the harsh regiment of the Imperial Academy, and basic training. Her Imperial uniform just barely concealing her curves for all to see. Though as of late Arla had noticed that her clothes seemed to be getting tighter, a slight side effect of her posting consisting of endless mind numbing patrols that put a faint amount of weight on her body.<br><br>Gormond would reward Captain Thrace with a Gift that the Officer would find she could not refuse, for more than one reason. When the officer laid eyes upon the Twi'lek for the first time, her armor cracked for the tiniest moment. That business minded, serious façade she wore to prove she was worthy of the imperial uniform, had fallen down and she had to quickly look away to keep it from staying down. She had expected something in the way of money, a private ship, or even spice as a reward for her service to the Hutt. But a Twi'lek of all things? Especially one as voluptuous and beautiful as the one being paraded before her eyes while wearing nothing more than a swatch of clothing across her considerable bust, and hips. Just barely keeping her private bits contained. The sight of her had Arla's mind already racing and made her blood run hot. <br><br>A soft feminine chuckle echoed through the throne room as Arla tried to hide her feelings behind the cold mask again, the one that had gotten her this far. When Captain Thrace spoke, she had a cultured, Imperial accent. Her tone showing just enough respect to make it sound sincere while trying to hide her disgust of the overly large slug before her. "Your generosity is much appreciated, but hardly necessary. In removing your foe, I have done the Emperor's will. I do not seek reward for doing my job, other than the glory bestowed upon me by the Emperor." She said, and nearly bit her tongue at the Hutt's reaction. He didn't take her refusal, polite as it was, lightly. For it was a great insult to refuse a gift from a Hutt and now that he made his anger known, she gave in to her inner desires. <br><br>"Well, if you truly insist. How could I refuse the great and powerful Garmond?" Arla relented, though a part of her she wasn't aware of was very happy at turn of events, giving into her alien lusts. She bowed somewhat to Garmond before moving towards the lovely green beauty and tried her best not to sweat.<br><br>Approaching the Twi'lek, she grabbed hold of the chain from the retainer. Her cool blue eyes drinking in the beauty before her. Deep within the wells of her eyes, Arla desire for the female would be seen. Yet, a strange Gentleness that the Slave would have never seen before regarding her kind. "I expect you to refer to me as 'Mistress' in public, slave. Now get moving.' she said forcefully, holding the chain around her hand and giving it the faintest tug to get Adria moving so the two could exit the bowels of Garmond's lair. Arla couldn't get out there fast enough, her feet aching from the fast walk with her storm troopers (who had waited outside the room) as she made her way back to her Lambda Class shuttle. Once or twice she even pulled Adrias' chain as to get her moving. Though for Adria, the tug on her chain was much less forceful than she would have expected. Particularly from an Imperial. <br><br>Waiting for their supeiror, an escort stood beside a Imperial Lamda Class shuttle sat upon its landing struts. The Pilot saluting as Arla approached with the Twi'Lek in tow. "Welcome back, Captain. I trust that your business is concluded?" He asked. Receiving only a curt nod in response. Though when he saw the Twi'lek, he couldn't help but ask. "She is not coming with us, is she?". Arla shot him a venomous look. "There is plenty room on the shuttle for all of us. Unless you feel there isn't. At which point, I'll remind you that I do know how to fly this craft, and am more than willing to leave <em>you</em> behind." She replied in a flat tone that showed she would not tolerate any back talk. "N-No Ma'am" The Pilot gulped as he took a cautious step back to allow the two to board. <br><br>Anyone else might think that Arla just defended her slave, in a way they would have been right. But she was mostly doing her best to remind her men that she was in charge and not some gentle flower they could step over.. "Do try not to separate from me, i'd hate for some overzealous person to get their hands on my property." She said, not looking towards Adria and instead watching as the ship began to take off, her gaze divided between the pilot and the stars as they inevitably came back into view.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Payment for services rendered (SithMistress &amp; Lustful Bride)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SithMistress</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 22:15:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/b0ab/f/2009/028/7/4/74bcd3b1af7118f9e3c69cbe872f635f.jpg)</div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Adria'nnuvani</span><br><hr>Age – 20 || Height – 5' 7" || Weight – 130 lbs || Cup size – 40DD</div><hr><br><br>The shock of the moment gave way quickly enough that Adria was able to see the Imperial Officer's response to Garmond. For a brief second, Adria saw something in the woman's eyes she just couldn't reconcile. It looked like... Disgust. Which really wasn't a surprise to Adria, given what she knew of the Empire. Their HuMan First policy made nonhumans like Adria and Garmond third class citizens of the Empire. Only slightly below women in the Imperial pecking order. While this female Imperial Office had no doubt experienced some of the disdain and discrimination towards women abundant in the Imperial Navy, Adria knew that her contempt towards nonhumans would probably make her feel superior to Adria. Any latent hostility the women felt would be directed toward Adria.<br><br>Adria began to wish that she had been given something more substantial to wear. The mesh bodysuit felt transparent under the calculating stare of this Imperial Officer. Her green skin paled under such scrutiny, which Adria knew would only make certain body parts more recognizable to the woman standing before her. Indeed, Adria thought she'd heard a slight huskiness to the woman's voice, denoting a slight pang of arousal or intrigue toward the young Twi'lek woman. Hearing that momentary husky tone made Adria wonder if the woman's disgust and loathing stare had been something entirely different. Was it possible that the look this Imperial had given Adria was the female equivalent to the leering stare most sentient males reserved specifically for Twi'lek females? Did this Imperial Officer have lascivious thoughts about Adria she would disclose when the two women were in her private quarters?<br><br>It was difficult to tell, as the smooth, cultured voice of this Imperial Officer betrayed none of the woman's feelings. They appeared to be hidden beneath that refined, Coruscant façade, roiling underneath that cool, collected exterior. If they were there at all. Adria couldn't be sure. However, she did know that the woman was not stupid. Soothing Garmond's pride by graciously accepting his gift after a perfunctory attempt at denying his generosity proved that. But, as the woman approached, Adria could see beads of sweat forming on the woman's brow. Whether out of fear, lust, or some other, unknown emotion, Adria couldn't be sure. <br><br>What Adria did know was that she was both terrified and intrigued by her new mistress. She'd heard stories of how Imperial Officers treated Twi'lek slave girls like herself, but that was almost always the male officers. It was incredibly rare to hear anything about female Imperial Officers, as they were usually relegated to lower status positions in the Imperial Navy and carried little in the way of disposable income. And they also didn't seem to have the taste for Twi'lek females, either. Or any nonhumans, in general. That smug, superior attitude really grated on Adria.<br><br>Still, when her new mistress grabbed hold of the chain attached to the slave collar Adria was wearing, the Twi'lek woman felt a sharp pang of lust for the woman. Something about being forced to submit pushed all kinds of Adria's buttons. And the commanding tone the woman had when addressing Adria, followed by the slight tug on the chain, had an effect on the Twi'lek. She could feel her face flush an emerald green in both humiliation and arousal as she rushed to follow her new mistress out of Garmond's lair. A pair of stormtroopers met the pair as they left Garmond's throne room, giving Adria a sidelong glance as they walked toward the landing strip.<br><br>As the Lambda-class shuttle came into view, Adria stopped momentarily to stare. It was a rathrr foreboding sight, while also somewhat relieving, being as it was Adria's ticket to escape the clutches of Garmond. It had only been a matter of time before Garmond would have tired of his Twi'lek slave and fed her to his tame Rancor. A fate that Adria never had to fear again, now that she was leaving. Still, it grated on Adria to hear the disdain in the pilot's voice as he addressed Adria's mistress, the sneer on his face making it abundantly clear how he felt about the Twi'lek woman.<br><br>While she was heartened to hear her mistress come to her defense, Adria couldn't help but note that her defense was limited to the logistics of transit back to the Nebulon-B frigate, and not Adria's worth to the female officer. Did she even have any worth to the woman? Adria was afraid to find out, sure that the only value she held to the Imperial Officer lie in her sexual prowess. Which, incidentally, was probably the only reason Garmond had kept her alive and not fed her to his pet rancor. The middle aged Hutt seemed to enjoy watching the humiliation of a beautiful woman before a crowd of debased and debauched henchmen. Adria hoped her new mistress would not subject her such abject humiliations, as human females seemed more inclined to discretion than males. <br><br>Boarding the shuttle surprised Adria, who had grown up in and was accustomed to abject squalor and neglect. The interior of the shuttle was plush and luxurious, the leather upholstered seats and soft, synthfiber carpeting a severe contrast to what she was used to. Adria wanted nothing more than to settle into one of those comfortable looking reclining seats, but her new mistress dragged&nbsp; her into the cockpit with her. As the pilot and co-pilot seats were taken, Adria resigned herself to stand during the duration of the flight. She was pleasantly surprised when her mistress advised her to remain by her side, as it gave Adria a bit of insight into the woman. While it may have sounded like the woman was only trying to prevent her newly acquired possession from being stolen, it spoke to the fact that the woman wanted Adria to be safe and protected. No one had ever really given much thought to Adria's safety in the past, and it endeared her to her new mistress.<br><br>"Of course, mistress. I live to serve." Adria's response was meant as an acknowledgement of her mistress, but she was sure it sounded more unctuous than that. Adria wasn't really sure how to respond, but it had been drilled into her that she should always respond whenever her master/mistress addressed her. Failure to do so in the past had led to punishment.<br><br>As the shuttle left the atmosphere of Nar Hekka behind, Adria couldn't help but stare at the Star field in wonder. Her only previous space travel had been in the hold of a slaver's ship, and she hadn't had the luxury of a window to see the beauty of space laid out before her as she did now. Even the angular, sterile lines of the Nebulon-B frigate growing before her eyes were a beautiful sight. A reminder that she was free of her former Hutt master and his debauched ways. Adria hoped her new mistress was more forgiving.
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