Stars of Hellfire Burn On {Jessie+Ember Star}
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				Title: <strong>Stars of Hellfire Burn On {Jessie+Ember Star}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessie The Hunter</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 08:31:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/originals/3f/3c/2b/3f3c2b6859c14832aef05b875ef20bb5.jpg)</div><em>"The stars.&nbsp; They always burn, regardless of the number of years that pass.&nbsp; The elegant dance of ships among them have not changed the fact that the stars of hellfire will constantly burn on.&nbsp; The invention of interstellar travel has only increased our fervor and thirst for domination over those we find.&nbsp; To be enslaved or to conquer, those are our only options.&nbsp; The worlds that await us will receive a diplomat who's hands have been covered in blood and shame for the lives he has taken in joyful glee of the plunder which he perceives.&nbsp; Watch closely little ones, for we are the wicked tyrant who plays god on these seas of eternity, and shall not be swayed easily.&nbsp; Bloody trails await the breath of life which we will surely bring vigor to, upon the wings of our thirst for power." ~Shantor Falangth 3405 A.D.</em><br><br><br>Captain Talkin's boots were loud upon the iron boards of the elegant state room as he paced.&nbsp; Weeks had passed since they had lost sight of their quarry, and no sign of them had been recorded since.&nbsp; That blasted ship had disappeared into the depths of space like a piece of dust on the wind.&nbsp; Who ever was piloting that ship was a miracle worker it seemed.&nbsp; Ignoring the familiarized zones of hyper traffic, they effectively were able to slip in and out of the wake as they pleased.&nbsp; Such tech had not been heard of before, and yet there was no other explanation for such occurrences.&nbsp; Twelve difference systems reported sackings from this pirate within the same stellar month.&nbsp; "The Darkness" as he was called, had been on the prowl for victims for the last thirteen cycles, and the end didn't seem to be arriving any time soon.&nbsp; Slamming the hilt of his laser knife down onto the table he carved a sizzling line across the surface.&nbsp; An instant later, the line was repaired by the nanites within the metal.&nbsp; Not even the simple destruction of something could curb his frustrations.&nbsp; <br><br>He resumed pacing, running a hand through his thick brown hair.&nbsp; "Weeks!" he cursed aloud.&nbsp; "Where will he be next?&nbsp; Shantar?&nbsp; Why not!&nbsp; That's only thirty seven light years away!&nbsp; Hell he could be there TOMORROW!"&nbsp; The thin handle of the laser knife exploded against the wall, shattering in a blast of blue fire that was quickly consumed in the thin recirculated air.&nbsp; The stir from his bed drew his attention for a moment but he ignored it.&nbsp; No one was allowed in his state room, except for his slave and she was well taught her place.&nbsp; The crew were never allowed to see this side of himself.&nbsp; Captain Talkin was never one to throw a temper tantrum like this.&nbsp; The Darkness had bested him at every turn though, and Talkin felt as if he was fighting a losing battle.&nbsp; <br><br>Moving to the stern he gazed out upon the stars, barely noticing as the pieces of the dagger moved back together in seamless precision.&nbsp; Watching them glint in the slow spiral of time's passing.&nbsp; It was one of the only things that had the power to calm him.&nbsp; The love of flight, the seas of eternity some called it, where a man could waste his days or claim them.&nbsp; Talkin was not one to waist anything, much less time.&nbsp; As a captain he had become hard, but respected among his crew.&nbsp; Pirate hunters.&nbsp; That was their profession, and the bounty on The Darkness was enough to make all of them rich men.&nbsp; With the amount of credits the Fuchians were willing to pay, Talkin could have his own private army of enforcers and could effectively extend control of his mighty arm over one third of the galaxies with ease.&nbsp; What he couldn't enforce, he could outright buy.&nbsp; His legacy and prowess would be known by all.&nbsp; Fuchian credits were well known for their value as well, which was more than most of the outer planet jobs he had taken could boast of.&nbsp; Most offered a handful of useless credit for the price of a pirate's heads, which could only be spent on food and tavern prostitutes, but that only went so far to satisfy a crew.&nbsp; They thirsted for glory.&nbsp; <br><br>For the Fuchian's to deal out this kind of credit, it could very well unbalance the entire economical system that had been a delicate balance between bloodshed and gold stealing.&nbsp; This sum was unheard of in all of the histories of the worlds, but it was also equal to the task that was set before him.&nbsp; Nothing like The Darkness had been seen in all of history.&nbsp; Defying the natural order of physics and geometric principles, The Darkness was a ghost of the ether who preyed on the strong and weak alike.&nbsp; Murdering, raping, pillaging, and destroying everything in his path.&nbsp; No one knew where this monster came from, or which of the twelve species he belonged to.&nbsp; But he was mortal, of that Talkin was sure.&nbsp; Regardless of the genius designs that his ship had, he was still mortal.&nbsp; Probably a man who was riding the coat tails of another.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Much like myself," the thought came and Talkin visibly rejected his own internal voice, shaking his head like a swaying Layin from&nbsp; the moons of Barter.&nbsp; No, he was not going to be like his father.&nbsp; He was going to surpass everything that sell out had ever accomplished, and without the backing and support of the volatile corruption that plagued the known systems.&nbsp; Wealth and riches meant nothing next to honor.&nbsp; Honor was everything.&nbsp; <br><br>A sigh escaped his lips as he turned back to the bed.&nbsp; "MILAN!"&nbsp; He barked her name summoning her, the elevated tone of his voice not revealing unkindness, but frustration of his current circumstances.&nbsp; He had been in this mood with her many times before.&nbsp; It darkened everything in him to feel the despair that threatened to capture his heart and soul.&nbsp; It was times like this that he needed her the most, for her attentions to give his mind the respite that he needed to seek clarity.&nbsp; She often helped him think, though he never told her that.&nbsp; She was his slave, and he only gave her orders.&nbsp; He didn't seek her advice.&nbsp; He was the Captain, and she was his property.&nbsp; Talkin had owned her for many years now, purchased from a group of slavers when she had barely come into her own womanhood.&nbsp; "Well trained and exceptional in every degree," as they had said.&nbsp; Yes, she was talented, but not exceptional.&nbsp; Talkin he had MADE her exceptionally exquisite.&nbsp; Before she was a girl who could fuck, and now she was truly gifted in pleasing.&nbsp; He hadn't even allowed her into his bed for the first few years, giving her duties that if she failed on she was whipped for.&nbsp; Once her bloom of beauty was in full, he began to teach her properly, giving her to the crew as rewards for them or punishments for her.&nbsp; <br><br>Bringing his eyes to hers, he felt himself soften just a bit, though it was only visible in his eyes as he gazed upon her glorious beauty.&nbsp; He was going to have her now, because he needed the simplicity of her devotion to him in order to make sense out of this chaos he had been plunged into.&nbsp; 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				Title: <strong>Re: Stars of Hellfire Burn On {Jessie+Ember Star}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 19:28:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/Female%20photos/beautiful-redhead-picsay.jpg)</div> The life of a slave varied by their masters. Some were harsh, others soft, many rode a line in-between. Born into slavery, Milan knew no other life. No other way. This was her place in life, and she was content with that. Her Master was a good man, or as good as she could imagine. Yes, the first while with him he had whipped her occasionally and not seemed to care to take her himself. But it seemed that was only because he wanted her to first learn the ways upon his ship and teach her how to please properly to his satisfaction. She was his shielded beauty, often hidden away from the other men by veils and walls, he seemed proud of her now. All in all, for a slave, her life was good. She had regular good meals, almost always eaten with her Master. He took care of her, and comfort in her. She was protected, though she didn't even realize how much... <br><br>She sat quietly in his bed, ger blue eyes watching him pace in anger, muttering and yelling to himself. She didn't entirely understand what was going on. She gathered something about a man escaping with unusual means. But her mind didn't truly grasp it all, perhaps if it was explained to her in more than angry mutters. But it wasn't her place to understand it all. She only needed to he here when he needed her. Besides, she knew enough by his tone and body language that it was quite serious. This did make her worry some. While she had complete confidence in her Master's ability to fend off any threat. She worried that harm might come to him. Even men of his strength could be harmed. She had seen so before. But she didn't voice her worry. She remained quiet in the shadows of his bed awaiting his desires of her. <br><br>When he did at last call her, her head perked up and she smiled. Immediately, she climbed out of the bed and quickly made her way over to stand before him. "Yes, Master?" She asked meekly with her head tilted down and her eyes focused upon the floor rather than his face, and her hands tucked behind her back. This was the proper way a slave should greet her Master. Not to make eye contact unless given permission, and in a subservient stance of body. She never gave second thought to approach him any differently. She had never been anything different, and had always known her place. To a outsider, some might think her a prisoner. But really, she was happy in this life. She wouldn't know what to do with freedom if it was given to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stars of Hellfire Burn On {Jessie+Ember Star}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessie The Hunter</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 05:47:13</strong>
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				Her beauty had never become commonplace to him.&nbsp; For that Talkin was grateful.&nbsp; As she stood before him, in the traditional slave garb he admired her body.&nbsp; He had spent hours searching it, exploring and understanding it.&nbsp; Milan had taught him how to please a woman as much as she had learned how to please him.&nbsp; He had often taken what he learned from her and became quite the catch at the local space taverns.&nbsp; Women declaring that he was a phenomenal lover was quite a boost to his ego.&nbsp; He looked at her, feeling his emotions in turmoil.&nbsp; He needed a good hard fucking to get rid of some of the excess energy.&nbsp; Walking behind her he pressed her down towards the table, not hard enough to cause her discomfort as her hands hit the table, but to show her exactly what he wanted.&nbsp; He spanked her ass twice on each cheek.&nbsp; Enough to redden the skin, but not enough to convey that she was receiving a punishment.&nbsp; Then he hit the button on the back of her slave's outfit, retracting the cloth that was covering her body into the implanted nodule at her back.&nbsp; She was suddenly naked before him, but this was nothing to either of them.&nbsp; He also hit the button on the front of his chained necklace and his elegant finery retracted into the small silver box on his chest.&nbsp; He reached his hand between her legs, rubbing and probing with his fingers.&nbsp; He wasn't as concerned for her pleasure in doing this, but he found that if she wasn't sufficiently aroused before he went at her then her skin would often chafe him as he got himself inside of her.&nbsp; His fingers were deft, and knowing her body perfectly well he felt her body responding to his touch.&nbsp; It was the feeling that he was controlling her body's reactions that grew him to full hardness.&nbsp; It was such a power trip for him, though unconscious, to be able to get this beautiful slave wet within seconds.&nbsp; He didn't speak as the scent of her sex filled the estate room.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stars of Hellfire Burn On {Jessie+Ember Star}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 01:52:25</strong>
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				Without words or discussion, he showed her what he wanted with simple pushes and commands of direction with his hand. He stepped behind her and guided her to bend over, causing her palms to meet the table before her for support. She knew what was coming, and assumed the position without protest. The sudden slaps upon her ass came not as surprise, but there was always a moment of shock when she felt the sting of his hand landing against her suddenly. The sting lingered as he merely pushed a button to de-clothe her, leaving her completely bare before him. Despite her position of it simply being for his pleasure, she still felt excited at the notion that he was going to take her. He could bring such pleasure with the way he handled her. Though really, it simply pleasured her to know when he was satisfied. <br><br>She heard his own clothes slip away by the mechanical box. Though she didn't turn to look at him. She knew what his body looked like, muscular and strong. Instead she kept her focus ahead as she felt his hands begin to explore her legs then upwards to her feminine mound between her legs. She knew he wasn't doing it for her shake, but that didn't stop her from finding pleasure in his tough. It wouldn't take long, and didn't, for moisture to begin to drift down to her nether lips in response to his fingers which knew where to touch. Soon enough the sticky dampness would coat his fingers and lubricate her lips and inner tunnel in preparation for something more than a finger. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stars of Hellfire Burn On {Jessie+Ember Star}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessie The Hunter</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 04:07:51</strong>
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				Talkin was in a much different mental state tonight than he had ever been in when having the services of his beautiful slave.&nbsp; There was a rawness and an edge to his desire that he hadn't recognized in himself before.&nbsp; &nbsp;He brought his hand up to her full breast and squeezed it firmly in his hand.&nbsp; His lips came down on her neck and he began to suck on the soft skin there.&nbsp; He could feel her heart beat and her breathing quicken as she became wet for him.&nbsp; He had loved her for many years now, but always had to keep up this "Master" pretense.&nbsp; It was mainly in defense of the crew.&nbsp; If she was property then no one would think that she could be held for ransom or as bait in a mutiny.&nbsp; He had done so much to protect her by keeping her in the position she was.&nbsp; He felt that he had often shown her such kindness and sensuality through their touches that she must know the devotion that she commanded in him.&nbsp; Tonight was not going to be an exception, because it was too deeply rooted in him.&nbsp; The love and desire was there, but tinged in darkness of the heart.&nbsp; The anger at The Darkness in his heart led him to a place of danger within himself.&nbsp; It was as if a war inside himself had solidified into multiple factions yearning for victory.&nbsp; He felt his hand tighten even stronger on her breast, but he resisted the urge to twist.&nbsp; He knew that she could sense the turmoil raging inside of his core, and he knew that she would endure anything he chose to put her through.&nbsp; She was a good girl, and knew him well.&nbsp; <br><br>Before his mind could fully take him away he moved behind her, pushing her forward until her hips were pressed against the duraplast frame of the table.&nbsp; He gripped her hair, and with a fluid movement that they had practiced many times before, he slid inside of her and felt her wrap around him.&nbsp; Some of his anger melted at the warmth of her center.&nbsp; Feeling his breathing a little ragged he just held himself there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her pussy around him.&nbsp; In this moment, he knew her and what her desires were.&nbsp; She loved to serve, but wasn't particularly into the extra rough stuff.&nbsp; He had experimented with her before, but tonight was different.&nbsp; From the first thrust he could feel the difference.&nbsp; He began to drive hard, but slow.&nbsp; One hand holding her hair up in a tight fist, the other sliding down her back to her hip.&nbsp; He felt himself beginning to slip as his fingers curled and his nails raised light lines down her beautiful skin.&nbsp; The sight excited him more than he liked, but there was no way he was going to stop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stars of Hellfire Burn On {Jessie+Ember Star}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 22:04:47</strong>
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				<br>Milan noted that there was something different about her Master this evening. But she put it down to whatever was bothering him and had made him pace around earlier. It wasn't her place to question him, be it in concern or not. It was her place to do as she was directed to do, and his directions were not towards speaking. <br><br>Milan enjoyed his touches and caresses. Not just because it was her job to enjoy them, but because she truly did like her Master. Love was stretching it, but that was because she was not entirely aware of what 'love' meant or what it had to do with anything. The only 'love' she could truly come to know, was her mother's love, and that was quite different from a lover's love. Still though, there was a warmth in her heart for her Master that went far beyond servitude. As she felt his hands over him, that warmth in her heart grew, as did the warmth in her loins. <br><br>She allowed him to position her as she saw fit. Over the table, a crude and fast position to some perhaps. But one that allowed for good entry. All things she had been taught as part of her training as a teenager. As he gripped her hair, she braced herself, positioning her hips at the optimal spread to allow him entry. Then as he slipped into her with a strong thrust, she let out a small moan as she felt her insides stretch and tingle with the pleasure of having him within. She always liked this sensation. It gave her a sense of being fulfilled, not just because he was literally filling her with his length. But something more, something deeper. She didn't entirely understand it. <br><br>She relaxed into his moments without hesitation. Enjoying him, and enjoying the feeling of her building in pleasure. But there was something to set her on edge tonight. He was rougher than his usual. She didn't mind, he liked the rough things at times. Just not too rough. But the nails across her felt different tonight. Not just rough, but somehow aggressive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stars of Hellfire Burn On {Jessie+Ember Star}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessie The Hunter</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 05:37:06</strong>
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				Tightening his hand in her hair, Talkin began to really pump his hips forward.&nbsp; He pushed her down on the table and truly used her in a way that he had never done before.&nbsp; The only driving force in himself was craving the release by any means necessary.&nbsp; She was a tool beneath him, taking everything he gave her.&nbsp; Sweat dripped from his brow and landed on her back.&nbsp; He tugged back on her hair, forcing her back to arch with a growl.&nbsp; He gripped her bare breast in his hand and squeezed forcefully.&nbsp; Building stronger and stronger he had almost reached his climax when the world suddenly shifted around them, the floor bucking under them causing the both of them to part contact with it, then come down with a sudden impact.&nbsp; The last thing Talkin felt before losing consciousness was his beautiful slave laying in a crumpled heap under his weight, his arm clenched tight around her chest.<br><br><hr>&nbsp; <br><br>The sound of the explosion was so loud that Talkin's ears were ringing, but it was enough to jar him awake.&nbsp; A blinding headache consumed him, but then the lights powered back on restoring his sight.&nbsp; The lights started flickered from their normal yellowish hue, and the gravity generators suddenly went out.&nbsp; The only thing that kept Milan and Talkin together was the tight grip on her.&nbsp; The pain drove all other thoughts to the shadows until Talkin was able to gain mastery over himself again.&nbsp; Seeing Milan stirring, he yelled more loudly than normal due to the single high pitched tone that permeated his hearing.&nbsp; <em>"GET YOUR ASS TO THE BED AND STAY THERE!"</em>&nbsp; Shoving her in the zero-g, he propelled her towards his bunk, while he flew towards the opposite wall.&nbsp; Hitting his palm over the box on his chest, his clothing expanded and covered his form before he had connected with the back wall.&nbsp; Looking around the room, he spotted his saber and launched for it.&nbsp; His aim was true, but the gravity kicked back in just as he was floating over the durasteel table welded to the floor, landing him squarely on it's edge, driving all the wind out of him.&nbsp; A second explosion rocked the entire estate room, rendering within a matter of seconds a level of disorientation that left him helpless and writhing.&nbsp; With every ounce of strength he had left in his system he drew himself to his knees, trying to make it over to the bed.&nbsp; As his fingers closed over the railing and he pulled himself up to the edge of the bed, the door slid open from the outside.&nbsp; Black smoke poured into the outer hall into the room, causing the already flickering light in the room to take on a sinister presence.&nbsp; A presence that Talkin knew before he could see anything through the shadows.&nbsp; He had come, and he had brought death with him.&nbsp; Talkin looked up through the haze, but could see nothing aside from his black boots and dark silhouette of a broad shouldered man, and the gleam of a single eye.&nbsp; 
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